Leslie's Omnibus

Rubber-Necking

My favorite bartender, Meghan from Emil's, provides the quote of the day:
"Dude! That's not just retarded -- that's romance novel
retarded."
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Leslie

From the Rowdies in the Back of the Bus

Nancy V. sends this little quiz to determine whether or not you're Italian (pronounced Eye-talian):

Why do Italians hate Jehovah's Witnesses? Because Italians hate all witnesses.

Do you know why most men from Italy are named Tony? On the boat over to America they put a sticker on them that said - TO NY.

You know you're Italian when . . . .

You can bench press 325 pounds, shave twice a day and still cry when your mother yells at you.

You carry your lunch in a produce bag because you can't fit two cappicola sandwiches, 4 oranges, 2 bananas and pizzelles into a regular lunch bag.

Your mechanic, plumber, electrician, accountant, travel agent and lawyer are all your cousins.

You have at least 5 cousins living in the same town or on the same block. All five of those cousins are named after your grandfather or grandmother.

You are on a first name basis with at least 8 banquet hall owners.

You only get one good shave from a disposable razor.

If someone in your family grows beyond 5' 9", it is presumed his Mother had an affair.

There were more than 28 people in your bridal party.

You netted more than $50,000 on your first communion. . . . . . . . . . . .

And you REALLY, REALLY know you're Italian when . . .

Your grandfather had a fig tree.

You eat Sunday dinner at 2:00.

Christmas Eve . . . only fish.

Your mom's meatballs are the best.

You've been hit with a wooden spoon or had a shoe thrown at you.

Clear plastic covers on all the furniture.

You know how to pronounce "manicotti" and "mozzarella."

You fight over whether it's called "sauce" or "gravy."

You've called someone a "mamaluke."

And you understand "bada bing".
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Elizabeth says, "This is being sent only to those whose level of maturity qualifies them to relate to it..." [Gee, thanks.]

1975: Long hair
2005: Longing for hair

1975: KEG
2005: EKG

1975: Acid rock
2005: Acid reflux

1975: Moving to California because it's cool
2005: Moving to Arizona because it's warm

1975: Trying to look like Marlon Brando or Liz Taylor
2005: Trying NOT to look like Marlon Brando or Liz Taylor

1975: Seeds and stems
2005: Roughage

1975: Hoping for a BMW
2005: Hoping for a BM

1975: Going to a new, hip joint
2005: Receiving a new hip joint

1975: Rolling Stones
2005: Kidney Stones

1975: Being called into the principal's office
2005: Calling the principal's office

1975: Screw the system
2005: Up grade the system

1975: Disco
2005: Costco

1975: Parents begging you to get your hair cut
2005: Children begging you to get their heads shaved

1975: Passing the drivers' test
2005: Passing the vision test

1975: Whatever
2005: Depends

Just in case you weren't feeling too old already today, this will certainly change things...

The people who are starting college this fall across the nation were born in 1987.

They are too young to remember the first space shuttle blowing upon liftoff.

Their lifetime has always included AIDS.

Bottle caps have always been screw off and plastic.

The CD was introduced the year they were born.

They have always had an answering machine.

They have always had cable.

They cannot fathom not having a remote control.

Jay Leno has always been on the Tonight Show.

Popcorn ha s always been cooked in the microwave.

They never took a swim and thought about Jaws.

They can't imagine what hard contact lenses are.

They don't know who Mork was or where he was from.

They never heard: "Where's the Beef?", "I'd walk a mile for a Camel", or "de plane, Boss, de plane".

They do not care who shot J. R. and have no idea who J. R. even is.

McDonald's never came in Styrofoam containers.

They don't have a clue how to use a typewriter.
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Sandy is pretty scary, indeed. Somebody pass me the Murine. My eyes are burning.
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A tip of the cap to Damian for steering me to this gem. I giggled. A lot. You will, too.
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Catfish wants you to know...

At one time in my life, I thought I had a handle on the meaning of the word "service."

"The act of doing things for other people."

Then I heard these terms:

Internal Revenue Service
Postal Service
Telephone Service
Civil Service
City/County Public Service
Customer Service
Service Stations

And I became confused about the word "service." This is not what I thought "service" meant.

Then today, I overheard two farmers talking, and one said he had hired a bull to "service" a few of his cows. BAM! It all came into perspective.

Now I understand what all those "service" agencies are doing to us.

I hope you are now as enlightened as I am.
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Leslie

Rubber-Necking

Catfish could teach these people a thing or two about writing a good sex scene. Baaaaaaaad. Really bad. And NSFW, to boot.

(A tip of the cap to the Chai-rista.)
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Hmmm... I wonder if these are related in any way, shape or form to these. Coincidence? I think not.
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Say WHAT???
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Leslie

Road Maps

I've created a Jawja Blodgers map over at Frappr!. Be sure all you Blown-Eyed Blodgers stop by and add yourselves.

(A tip of the cap to Barry Campbell.)
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Update: Well, I'll be dipped! At least one of my regular readers wants to play, too. Okay. If you're not a Jawja Blodger but want to stand and be counted, add yourself to the Omnibus Tour map here.
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Update II: I'm moving this up to the top for a while. If you haven't already put yourself on the map, please do!
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Update III: What's a Jawja Blodger? Anyone who's been to a blogmeet with the "Southeast Writers Conference." Or anyone who blogs from the great state of Georgia.
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Leslie

Drive-Bys

Now if I could only quit yakking, too...

(There's your link, Meryl.)
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I'm not so sure about this... HOWEVER, I have been threatening for years to have LoJack sensors sewn into the cuffs of my bosses' trousers, as they are forever disappearing when I need them the most.
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Update: The bosses, not the trousers, that is.
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Leslie

Book Your Ticket

Professor Bainbridge said if I posted a review after I finished this book (instead of bitching up a storm before I'd even cracked the cover (my interpretation, not his words)), he'd cross-post on his blog. Here goes:

Reading this book is like getting a Grande Decaf Skim Latte with Splenda when what you ordered was a full-fat Frappuccino. All the basic ingredients are there, but it lacks that extra oomph that really satisfies.

A couple of other things I'd like to say to Mr. Martin: 1) Cersei Lannister gets far too much time and attention, especially in this book. Behead the bitch, already. 2) Your little postscript at the end of the book chapped my ass to no end. It wasn't cute. It wasn't nice to wait until the end to do this. Next time, do it in the prologue. (And, BTW, it didn't mention Tyrion. Will that story line be revived in yet another book? Durrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!!!) 3) The Dornish story line stunk. Stupid. Boring. Not necessary. 4) If you're going to put my little Arya in the book, by golly give her a better story line. She's in Braavos. Send her to the Water Dancers for training. Quit fooling around here!

That which should have and could have been so pleasing has left me with a distinctly bad taste in my mouth.
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P.S. -- The cover art still stinks compared to the original stuff. Also, the binding was distinctly inferior to past editions. The paper was cheaper, and poorly cut. In fact, there were uncut sections in my copy.
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Leslie

Rubber-Necking

Scary quote of the day:

"If you're too huggy-kissy with them, a male who has not been castrated can turn on you."
Ain't it the truth? (So that's why they call themselves Llama Butchers...)

(A tip of the cap to Mimi Smartypants.)
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The thought of these gets me all tingly.
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Bwahhhhhhhahahahaha!!!
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Leslie

Chartered Excursion -- Stillman Valley, IL

It appears that a gathering of Illinois and surrounding state bloggers will be taking place at Fritz's Wooden Nickel in Stillman Valley, IL on January 8th. Contagion has formally requested my presence. (I'm flattered!)

I'm hoping Og wants to hitch a ride with Buckaroo Bonsai and I. And that Spoons, Pammy, Dana and the rest of Da Locals on my blogroll will consider attending, as well. Sounds like FUN!
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Leslie

Drive Bys

Well. It's nice to know what my opinion is worth. Now maybe y'all will start taking me more seriously. (Heh.)
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Leslie

Bus Fumes

I hate being sick. Hate, hate, HATE being sick. Day 10 of the head cold from hell. Sinuses alternate between feeling like they've been hot sandblasted one minute and hand-packed with quick-set concrete the next. Yacking up phlem balls. Barking cough that doubles me over and leaves me breathless. Cranky, whiny, bitchy. Head full of cotton wool. Tired. Blech.

(Buckaroo Bonsai should be eligible for sainthood for putting up with me through this.)

Whaaaaah!

I just want to be healthy again.

'Scuse me. I'm off to find a hot toddy now. Maybe that'll fix it. The Nyquil certainly isn't.
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Leslie

Tootin' The Horn

Happy Thanksgiving to all!

TWAS , THE NIGHT OF THANKSGIVING
BUT I JUST COULDN'T SLEEP
I TRIED COUNTING BACKWARDS,
I TRIED COUNTING SHEEP.

THE LEFTOVERS BECKONED -
THE DARK MEAT AND WHITE
BUT I FOUGHT THE TEMPTATION
WITH ALL OF MY MIGHT

TOSSING AND TURNING
WITH ANTICIPATION
THE THOUGHT OF A SNACK
BECAME INFATUATION.

SO, I RACED TO THE KITCHEN,
FLUNG OPEN THE DOOR
AND GAZED AT THE FRIDGE,
FULL OF GOODIES GALORE.

I GOBBLED UP TURKEY
AND BUTTERED POTATOES,
PICKLES AND CARROTS,
BEANS AND TOMATOES.

I FELT MYSELF SWELLING
SO PLUMP AND SO ROUND,
'TIL ALL OF A SUDDEN,
I ROSE OFF THE GROUND.

I CRASHED THROUGH THE CEILING,
FLOATING INTO THE SKY
WITH A MOUTHFUL OF PUDDING
AND A HANDFUL OF PIE.

BUT, I MANAGED TO YELL
AS I SOARED PAST THE TREES....
HAPPY EATING TO ALL;
PASS THE CRANBERRIES, PLEASE.

MAY YOUR STUFFING BE TASTY,
MAY YOUR TURKEY BE PLUMP.
MAY YOUR POTATOES 'N GRAVY
HAVE NARY A LUMP,
MAY YOUR YAMS BE DELICIOUS,
MAY YOUR PIES TAKE THE PRIZE,
MAY YOUR THANKSGIVING DINNER
STAY OFF OF YOUR THIGHS.

HAVE A WONDERFUL THANKSGIVING!

(A tip of the cap to the Sweetheart of Shell Knob, MO!)
Leslie

Bus Fumes

What is the ingredient used in Dayquil and Nyquil that makes the inside of your mouth taste and feel like it's been coated in Mucilage glue??? Ucky, ucky, UCKY!!!

(Yes, it's day five of the first cold of the season. Guess I should have quit complaining and put on the boots and burka much earlier in the week last week.)
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Leslie

Drive-Bys

They may as well call it Kerry Media, what with all the flip-flopping going on.

(Ahem. Sorry.)

The business model doesn't make sense. The lack of due diligence (especially legal) prior to making a name change didn't make sense. The name chosen didn't make sense -- both as a legal matter and from a name recognition/sexiness point of view. But jumping straight into another name change in less than a week makes even less sense.

I like a lot of the writers who've signed on to Whatever-They're-Calling-Themselves-These-Days-Media. In fact, I like the writing of the two founding members. But I don't like what I'm seeing unfold before my eyes: the media's "watchdogs" offering themselves up to the media for breakfast. With sliced bananas.

Bad move. Really bad move.

My mother always said that you are judged by the company you keep. Especially in your professional life.
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Leslie

Roadside Diversions

Once again, Ferdy is hosting the Carnival of the Vicious, Invading Paleface Bastards (i.e., Illinois bloggers). Come see what we're thinkin' in the Land of Lincoln.
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Scribblings is hosting Carnival of the Cats.
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Rocket Jones hosts Carnival of the Recipes.
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Leslie

Roadside Diner

I want to throw this up in time for those of you ambitious folks who love anything cranberry to make this for Thanksgiving. I have a long list of friends who ask (er, beg) me for a container of this every year. And it's nothing like that Ocean Spray junk in a can. Buy their fresh ones, instead. (You may want to make a double batch. It has a way if disappearing fast.)

Anywhoo, here's the deal:

The Princess Mom's Cranberry Relish

In a saucepan place:

1 lb. fresh cranberries
1¼ cups water

Bring to a low boil and cook until thickened.

Add:

2 cups sugar

and cook for another 5 minutes.

Stir in:

1 large box cherry Jello
¾ cup chopped nuts
¾ cup chopped celery
1 large can crushed pineapple (undrained)

Remove from heat and pour into a large mold or bowl. Chill until firm.
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Note: One of my friends likes this spread on top of a toasted bagel with cream cheese. I've gotta tell you, it's nummy that way, too.
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Leslie

Road Conditions





There's only one reason you'll see mist like this on the Chicago River.

Baby, it's COLD outside.



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Leslie

Drive-Bys

Buckaroo Bonsai and I rented Schultze Gets the Blues from our local Blockbuster last night.

(Pay no attention to the IMDB plot line description. It sucks. Instead, scroll down for Tom Hutton's review. It's spot-on.)

Don't be put off by the subtitles. There's so little dialogue, it doesn't much matter. Beautifully filmed and beautifully acted. Subtle, gentle humor throughout.

This is one movie that we'd like to see again -- maybe with Ellison and SWMBO.
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I know what's going on Eric's Christmas list this year.... Hmmm. He'd better be mighty nice to the Missus.
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Leslie

Traffic Report

Live in or near Chicago, or planning to drive here any time soon? Then you need to know about Chicago's traffic cameras. I got this email from a friend this morning:

I am forwarding this to you speed demons who live and travel in the city. ;-)

For all of you speed angels out there. Please watch out. I got a ticket in the mail from the camera at 55th and Western. They are not playing... They sent with the ticket several pictures of my car, my license plate and me going through the "YELLOW" light. I guess I got busted. The ticket was $90 and because I didn't pay it or contest it within a couple of weeks it doubled to $180.

Be blessed and careful, Ruby

Subject: Ten new cameras in Chicago

Hey people -- just as an FYI for those of you driving around Chicago, there will be ten more cameras going up in the city at the following locations by the end of the year...it is a $90 ticket if you blow one of those red lights...watch out!

NORTH SIDE:

Fullerton and Cicero Avenue
Fullerton and Kedzie Avenue
Fullerton and Damen Avenue
Diversey and California Avenue

OTHER:

111th and Halsted Street
99th and Halsted Street
79th Street and Kedzie Avenue
63rd and State Street
Roosevelt Road and State Street
Cortland Street and Ashland Avenue

The following are where you can find current cameras in case you didn't know:

NORTH SIDE:

Chicago Avenue and Halsted Street
Division and Halsted Streets
North and Kostner Avenue
Belmont and Kedzie Avenue
Irving Park Road and Narragansett Avenue
Lawrence and Cicero Avenues
Foster and Nagle Avenues
Peterson and Western Avenues

OTHER:

119th and Halsted Street
87th Street and Vincennes Avenue
71st Street and Ashland Avenue
55th Street and Western Avenue
55th Street and Pulaski Road
47th Street and Western Avenue
35th Street and Western Avenue
31st Street and California Avenue
Cermak and Pulaski Road
Roosevelt Road and Kostner Avenue
Madison Street and Ashland Avenue
Kinzie Street and LaSalle Drive

Okay, kids. Let's be careful out there.
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Leslie

Drive-Bys

Another quiz thingie, via Gir:

You Are Changing Leaves

Pretty, but soon dead.

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One more:

Your Inner Child Is Naughty
Like a child, you tend to discount social rules. It's just too much fun to break the rules! You love trouble - and it seems that trouble loves you. And no matter what, you refuse to grow up!


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Leslie

Bus Fumes

"I believe it is my responsibility to discipline my children and teach them to have good manners and be respectful," wrote Alison Miller, who was quoted defiantly in the New York Times and said she has since received numerous threats and insults.
Lady, you are absolutely correct. However, it's my right to have the peaceful dining experience I'm paying for by you and yours being ejected when you don't do either of those things. Let children earn the right to enjoy more adult entertainment only when they can demonstrate both discipline and manners at home, first. Don't do it on my time.
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Leslie