Monthly Archive for April, 2008

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Tiny Town Red Top BBQ and Blackberry Repair

Oour way home from picking up the Corvette (details later) in Clarksville, TN, we intended to eat mexican. We took a shortcut which took us out of Clarksville and past the recommended mexican place. Hee. No problemo. I had spotted a couple of BBQ places on the way down.

Right about the TN-KY state line, Nancy got a call which she couldn’t answer. She commented that she had been having trouble answering calls and figured she had messed up a setting. She reckoned she would have to spend the morning with her ATT buds.

In the greater Elkton, Guthrie, KY area we came upon Tiny Town Red Top BBQ. It is a great sign when they have a rick of hardwood, two big catering trucks, and an antique tractor made into a humongous portable pit.

The fact that this was a cute little place and well cared for was a little off-putting. But it was OK, because when you have a huge catering business, having a cute little place with clean floors, matching booths, and no visible grease is a luxury most mom-and-pops can’t afford.

I suggested Nancy take her phone inside and see if she couldn’t figure what was wrong.

After we placed our orders for two pulled pork platters, sides of beans and slaw for me – green beans and hash brown casserole for Nancy) we sat down.

The order-taker, order-preparer, cashier (one person) asked how we liked our Blackberry because she used to have one. We told her our problem and I asked if she would mind taking a look.

After she prepared orders, she sat down in a booth and in two minutes handed the phone back to Nancy and called her. It worked.

I don’t know if she was single, but if she would put in her eHarmony.com profile: can prepare BBQ and fix Blackberry, she would be indundated with proposals.

BTW: You can never get bad BBQ in rural Kentucky or Tennessee. Never.

Mensa? Meh.

Name a city in Italy. Now name another one. Was one of those two Venice? Right.
Now name a city in Poland. Was it Warsaw? Right.
Stay with me now, one more.

Name a city in Switzerland.

Geneva, right? Right. Now name another.
(theme from Jeopardy playing)
What city did you think of?
How about Basel?
Yeah, that was one of the answers to a Mensa calendar quiz of the day.

Find three non-US cities in these sentences:

“Steven, I centered the whole trip on your wishes.
It is base logic to blame me.”

“The Second World War saw much destruction.”

I’m not going to tell you the answers.
I’m not Mensa material. But I do like simple little quizzy word puzzles. The fact that I have never heard of Basel, Switzerland, demonstrates why I am not Mensa Man.

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I am envious of Mensa members. In a passive-aggressive way. I get satisfaction when I can figger out one of their snotty, we-know-more-than-you tests. Even if is only on a calendar. I quietly think to myself, Mensa? Meh. I used to high-five myself, but pulled a muscle.

I think I have some Mensa-candidate readers.

If it wasn’t for that darn rule about felony convictions.

If You Are a Blogger, Do This.

Daily Blog Tips wants to encourage participation in RSS Awareness Day, and they’re doing so by hosting a great giveaway to those who write about the day before May 1, 2008.

Then on May Oneth, write about how cool using RSS is for noobs.

There Is Lust and Envy in My Heart

Wow. This guy is a genius. Not only can he conceptualize this fantastic steampunk design, he can build it. He is a woodworker, a metal worker, a computer whiz, and he shares the manufacturing process with photos on his blog!

If there is a more awesome computer, show me.

UPDATE: Here’s another, but not nearly as kewl. 

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Spreading Something All Over Blogonia

I didn’t realize it when I woke up today, but I am feeling especially smartassery. It’s Nancy’s fault. I get up first, have a routine which includes taking Oliver (the shit zoo) to walk in the street off leash. (Which is against the law!) Somehow, I trained Oliver to move his carcass by announcing “Oliver! Mailbox!” (our mailbox is at the end of the driveway.)
I issue this invitation wherever I am in the house. This morning it was overly loud because I had no clue where Oliver was. He came bouncing to me and we went on our mission.
(Skip this part if you don’t like tedious descriptions.)

Oliver’s morning routine. Sniff tire. Sniff another tire. Hike. Trot to our mailbox, sniff, hike. Mosey to neighbor’s mailbox, sniff, hike. I have the newspaper out of the bag by now and am reading. Mosey to bushes, sniff, hike. Canter to corner stop sign. REALLY sniff, hike. I have now read all the section fronts and am ready to go back to the house. “Oliver. Go In. In. In. Go In. Oliver! Go! In!) Oliver trots to grassy area and circles, circles, circles, trots to different place, circles, circles, stops and gives me crap. And we go in.

(Start reading again.) 

Meeting me at the front door, Nancy holding Sofi. We go in, she says “some people have an alarm clock, I wake up to OLIVER! MAILBOX!”

As I’m reading the RSS, I decided to comment about the Mensa test at Incurable Insomniac. I left four or five smart-ass comments, even sent her an email, and moved on. Next, I made like a pigeon and crapped on this nice photo blog.

So that’s a half-dozen silly comments in 30 minutes. I’m just getting started. Nice thing about Blogonia? Nobody else would have known I was doing this, until I decided to brag about it.