July 22nd, 2004

wombat

The Ronstadt flap

Yeah, more crushing of dissent, as Professor Reynolds might say. I can sympathize with the upset audience members, though I draw the line at tearing down posters. I would have just asked for a refund, myself. You pay the kind of money that Ms. Ronstadt commands for a casino gig, you have the right to not get lectured about politics when you come to hear the lady sing. That goes for all the other pop stars and rockers who feel the need to campaign for John Kerry or pimp Michael Moore's latest crockumentary from the concert stage. Jeez, people whine about Britney Spears, but at least she confines her politics to the interview pages.

Rockers have been political for dogs' years, but most of them have confined their agitation to the music itself or their offstage antics, and wisely so. After all, nobody puts up with being lectured on politics by plumbers or bus drivers, and having to put up with political propaganda when you've shelled out $50+ for a good time is even more aggravating.
wombat

Revelations 13:17 (FASB)

No-one shall be allowed to debit or credit without the MARC. [/obscure accounting joke]

Ah, this morning has just dragged on forever, and the afternoon shows every indication of being just as exciting. Laundry kept me up past midnight, and I almost had to use the Emergency Can of Dark Black BOSS Coffee to pry myself out of bed. Did not make it out to the bus, or even out to the P&R in time to take the bus, so it was up 35W and into downtown to park at the Gaviidae. Another $11 hole in my checkbook.

I can't complain too much, though. I've made progress on excavating the piles of books and RPG manuals and DVDs piled around my bed (even if I haven't found the latest StippleAPA), the awful humidity has dissipated, and there is much socializing on the horizon what with sushi tomorrow night (with drunkenphlower and phoenixalpha and who knows who) the blogger bash & Minnetokyo on Saturday, and the hotel walk-through on Sunday. So it's not all good, but it doesn't completely suck, either. It's life in the big city.
wombat

Unsolicited plug

It's been open since 1914, while more trendy eateries flowered, died, and were replaced by the guaranteed mediocrity of national chain restaurants. Aquavit, the Loring Grill, and a dozen others have opened, been celebrated by the foodies and the restaurant critics, and then closed their doors while said culinary snobs wail and gnash their teeth.

Meanwhile, Peter's Grill quietly continues to dish up breakfast, lunch, and an early dinner to thousands of businessmen, office workers, and just plain folks. Its one claim to fame is that President Clinton stopped by for lunch and enjoyed the Canadian Bacon & Egg sandwich, which is now memorialized on the menu as the "President Clinton" sandwich. Me, I don't care about the politics. I've been eating at the place for almost two decades, ever since it was on 10th Avenue over by Harmon, kitty-corner from the Goodyear. The food is good, basic Midwest fare with a gyro plate thrown in to remind you that the place is run by a clan of smart Greeks, the kind Mike Royko once praised in his column. It's all prepared fresh from scratch on the premises, served promptly and at a reasonable price considering the quality of the food and the service.

Quit wasting your time and your money with places that do hideous cross-cultural things to poor innocent hamburgers and fishes. Go forth and eat at Peter's. William J. Clinton and I don't have a lot in common, but we both agree on Peter's Grill. It rules.
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True blue love

Finished Kou Fumizuki's Ai Yori Aoshi #4 today (for the second time) and so far the manga is still doing a good job of being mainly a romance between Aoi and Kaoru instead of a harem comedy with Kaoru the unwilling sultan. This collection introduces a new character, the initially annoying Mayu Mizuki, who at first appears to be this manga's answer to C-ko (see Project A-ko or Chibi-Usa from Sailor Moon) but after a few episodes turns out to be more of a Poor Little Rich Girl - a young woman who is massively spoiled by her rich, jet-setting parents in terms of designer clothes, expensive gifts, etc. but get consistently shorted on the one thing she really wants, which is a little bit of attention from Mommy & Daddy. It's hard not to sympathize, especially after Chapter 33, "Kugutsu/Puppet", in which we see that Kaoru and Mayu have a real bond...


...though not one to match the love between Aoi and Kaoru. Mayu is extremely forward, literally wrapping herself around Kaoru when she sees him again for the first time in four years, and soon drives Tina to drink (not all that hard to do, actually) as well as annoying Taeko, which is pretty tough to do. It's going to be interesting to see how Kaoru is going to break the news to Mayu and Tina that he already has a serious love in his life - and it isn't either one of them.

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Thud.

I think the cumulative effect of several nights in an overheated apartment getting only 6-7 hours of sleep has finally caught up with me. Time to fall over and go snore, as opposed to falling over and going boom.

Not even having a copy of Invasion America (the game, not the movie) showing up in the mailbox will keep me from inspecting my eyelids for holes. Manana.