tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33149722011-04-21T17:00:16.504-04:00The Blogger blog of Aaron B. Pryor.Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.comBlogger1351100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1131655166093259802005-11-10T15:32:00.000-05:002005-11-10T15:39:26.103-05:00

Wow. I am finding it difficult to believe that I have never before listened to Zappa's Hot Rats. It is, truly, the necessary companion piece to Burnt Weenie Sandwich, while somehow simultaneously both bridge and precursor to later works like Jazz From Hell. Hot Rats is like the missing link. And it's awesome. I find myself hearing some gorgeous melody in it and wondering if this grouchy,

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1131369307730022242005-11-07T07:51:00.000-05:002005-11-07T10:39:05.230-05:00

Whilst in sunny Illinois: I couldn't help but read the bumpersticker out loud in the back of the cab. I wish I hadn't. But it made use of an ol' Southernbaptisism that I only know because it's a Jennyanykind song. It was sort of in rhebus form somehow, and it said, "you better get right with God," and so I read it out loud and went "hmmmmph." The coworker next to me said, "That's right." Then

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1131246499413998532005-11-05T21:58:00.000-05:002005-11-05T22:08:19.426-05:00

I have just got back from the Chicago trip. It was a good meeting, and I'm glad I went. I schmoozed with members of the trade association I work for as best I can and schmoozed with a few coworkers as well. Six of us took a train into the city and ate Chinese last night at a trendy little joint called "Opera." I had the prawns. I left the hotel right after the noon meeting. I didn't need to, as

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1130352554294984262005-10-26T14:48:00.000-04:002005-10-26T18:01:29.910-04:00

My latest blogging project is a genuine blog, not a journal. You can see it at aabp.net/blog.

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1130157304313711672005-10-24T08:24:00.000-04:002005-10-24T08:36:40.066-04:00

My girl, her housemate and I returned to her house Saturday night apprehensive. Said housemate has a big floppy mutt (previously pictured here, but he's a lot bigger now) that she figures has some Great Dane in him, and, well, as they say in the South, bless his heart. They were apprehensive because he tends to eat furniture. They walked in and were very happy to find that he had not eaten any

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1129839880330694412005-10-20T16:18:00.000-04:002005-10-20T17:29:51.636-04:00

Attention, practitioners of the American English language: Can we please stop using the word "over," which most directly is meant to explain a specific spatial relationship, when you mean to say "more than," which is meant to explain a specific relationship regarding amount? No, goddamnit, Takeru Kobayashi did not eat "over" 40 hot dogs in 12 minutes to win the Nathan's Famous Fourth of July

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1129836847107302612005-10-20T15:33:00.000-04:002005-10-20T16:18:06.076-04:00

We decided last weekend that the groom was, indeed, "The Dude." It's the hair, I guess. And the attitude. It was a nice wedding. Sorry about denting your open bar bill so badly, dude. Thank goodness there was a nice big bed after. This Otto crashed the reception. That was funny. Overheard him talking to a waiter. "So, like, what, you just have a happy hour right now or something?" he said. The

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1129747999480152132005-10-19T14:50:00.000-04:002005-10-19T15:01:40.816-04:00

From a friend, regarding Commander In ChiefI believe you called Geena Davis's new show a lumpy sugar turd because its writing is not up to WW level. "An Hour I'll Never Get Back." You didn't even spell the woman's name right. For once I wish you could look at the big picture. I like to think of things in terms of "The Cause." You are one of the people who can see the injustice in the

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1128957362953618252005-10-10T11:14:00.000-04:002005-10-10T11:16:02.956-04:00

Note to self: Please stop hearing "Ain't No Stopping Us Now" on the radio and insisting that it is sung by a band called "TSOP." That is incorrect. This song is performed by McFadden and Whitehead. "TSOP" was a song, the theme to "Soul Train," in fact. Silly.

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1128654615437008692005-10-06T23:07:00.000-04:002005-10-06T23:32:59.843-04:00

There is a tool that exists that is perfect for digging a deep hole deep into North Carolina clay. It is a steel-cast heavy pick that you can lift up and use gravity to do some of the work for you. It has a blunt-sharp end and it's taller than you unless you're Shaq. Me and my buddy walked into a Home Depot in Concord, N.C., looking for such an implement Monday morning. We needed it to dig a

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1128599580480306462005-10-06T07:52:00.000-04:002005-10-06T14:08:25.796-04:00

Dear Dr./Gov. Dean, I am a proud Democrat but I cannot help but laugh nonstop regarding your use of a certain colloquialism on "Hardball" last evening. I wanted to help you with the following advice. First off, I imagine that Mrs./Dr. Dean is getting pretty darned tired of you grabbing her by the elbow and saying, hey, baby, let's you and me go and exercise our executive privilege, and then

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1127917872131635522005-09-28T10:30:00.000-04:002005-09-28T10:31:12.136-04:00

What a disaster. "Commander in Chief," the new television show with Gina Davis as the first lady president, is a phone-it-in, predictible mess whose largest problem is that NBC's "The West Wing" is still on the air. It's like trying to market your own lumpy sugar turd water drink against Coca-Cola. "The West Wing" is subtle, light, and expert at exposition. The first episode of "Commander in

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1127314904378878452005-09-21T11:01:00.000-04:002005-09-21T11:01:44.383-04:00

I don't know about you, but birthdays make my psyche walk around the house without any underpants on.

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1127154471762292542005-09-19T14:27:00.000-04:002005-09-19T16:11:04.686-04:00

...that Joe Walsh played on an Andy Gibb record? P.S. Dear Psychic Jukebox: Why Peter Frampton? Why, why, why? Sincerely, Aaron

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1126988801926109002005-09-17T16:25:00.000-04:002005-09-17T16:26:41.930-04:00

I was drifting off to sleep last night and was stirred by the strangest noise. There was thrashing and a weird kind of cellophane crunching. I rolled over just in time to see Alice the Cat struggling and banging against the door. She had come across an empty lunch-sized bag of Lay's potato chips and had decided to try to get herself a taste. The bag got stuck on her head. My girly girl nearly

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1126368771786088472005-09-10T12:04:00.000-04:002005-09-10T12:20:24.010-04:00

When she visits the Big House, Maddy Pryor has an amazingly specific ritual. First, she has to explore the house. She walks into the dining room, the kitchen, then downstairs to my space. Then, I have to encourage her outside for a "strictly business" trip. Then, she's back inside to do a bit more exploring and to collect a biscuit from me. Soon, she gives me that snort that tells me she

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1126034135023582892005-09-06T15:15:00.000-04:002005-09-06T15:15:35.026-04:00

Stop. Collaborate And listen. Ice is back on A brand new edition. (Stolen from Fark)

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1125694074247443112005-09-02T16:47:00.000-04:002005-09-02T21:33:55.820-04:00

Aren't you glad now, Gordon? Aren't you glad I dragged your drunken ass out of bed that first night of bachelor party weekend and made you get out on the Quarter with me? You poor bastard, you were bumped into bunking with me. And we started boozing at the airport and had hit the Quarter by 3 p.m., eating and drinking and were all in bed by 8. I woke up a few hours later, pissed that we were

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1125602956834028862005-09-01T15:28:00.000-04:002005-09-01T15:30:05.336-04:00

The latest AITWK creation at CafePress: Get your very own "Tailgaiting Sucks" bumpersticker. http://www.cafepress.com/aabp.30150385

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1125350947326872242005-08-29T17:28:00.000-04:002005-08-29T17:29:17.713-04:00

I've spent today thankful to have gotten to visit New Orleans this year, even if I spent most of it holed up in a convention center. I did get to spend an afternoon wandering around the Quarter, so it was useful, especially since some say the place might not be the same after today. I saw a picture of the quarter on the wire today, and it made me a little sad. That's a special place, and I'd hate

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1125001642937981532005-08-25T16:26:00.000-04:002005-08-25T16:27:22.943-04:00

http://www.aabp.net/

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1124936184504859632005-08-24T22:15:00.000-04:002005-08-24T22:16:24.510-04:00

Today, I recorded two hours of XM radio at home to MP3 format while I was at work, then had it automatically uploaded to an FTP account so I could download it at work and install it to my iPod just in time for the commute home. Just getting ready for Sept. 1, when XM radio starts broadcasting Randi Rhodes from 3 - 7 p.m. (presently, XM bastardizes her sweet, sweet broadcast in the first two

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1124917949165950702005-08-24T17:10:00.000-04:002005-08-24T17:14:15.736-04:00

Sean "Diddy" Combs has unveiled the reason behind his penchant for wearing white clothes—he's a "child of God." From posh suits to casual outfits, Combs has been noted for favoring white over most other color options, and he now declares his choices are all based on spirituality. He says, "White represents the purity in me. I was an altar boy brought up in a Catholic school and had to wear

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1124826347376514432005-08-23T15:44:00.000-04:002005-08-23T15:45:47.383-04:00

The president of Turkmenistan has outlawed lip synching.

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1124593741445879812005-08-20T23:08:00.000-04:002005-08-20T23:09:01.450-04:00

The Arlington County Fair is an interesting event. It is held at my gym, the Thomas Jefferson Center, or rather, the gym I intend to join again that's on this side of the river as soon as it's open again in September. My other gym is the National Press Club. Last night, Ms. Jessica and I headed to the fair. I wanted to meet the folks at the Board of Elections booth because I was going to be

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1124422803735195792005-08-18T23:39:00.000-04:002005-08-18T23:40:03.740-04:00

So does Tom Cruise's dog eat Scientology Diet brand?

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1124248555668022422005-08-16T23:15:00.000-04:002005-08-18T09:22:07.486-04:00

I just got done watching the Pamela Anderson Roast on Comedy Central. And, I think, this is what happens when you take a comics' tradition and set it loose on the general public. If you are on the dais of a comedy roast, you are not supposed to heckle. You don't flip the roaster off, you don't make the "FU" gesture by placing your fist at your elbow and pumping, you don't roll your eyes and

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1124119318046051912005-08-15T11:20:00.000-04:002005-08-15T11:22:07.296-04:00

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1123597365877293252005-08-09T10:11:00.000-04:002005-08-09T10:22:45.883-04:00

I've been asking for quite some time now what the hell Huey Lewis had against double-reeded woodwinds. It turns out that I am the victim of a misheard lyric. For years, I thought he was saying, "now the oboe may be barely breathing," and I wondered what his first lyrics looked like: "Now, the bassoon is just a motherfucker...and don't get me started on the didgeridoo..." It turns out that

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1123510055081206602005-08-08T09:49:00.000-04:002005-08-08T21:41:20.133-04:00

You walk into your uncle's cat-doored house where you're popping in from time to time to look after his cats while he's out of town for the weekend, and you find the dry cat food container overturned and empty, and the food dish empty, and the water dish empty, and dog biscuits on the floor, and water everywhere, and parts of a bird who appears to be pining for the Fjords. Lovely. The cats

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1123257924056216632005-08-05T12:04:00.000-04:002005-08-05T12:05:24.060-04:00

Is it worth explaining to my coworkers that asking me to put up a "hotlink" is not the same thing as asking me to put up a "hyperlink," and that, actually, a "hotlink" is a bad thing?

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1123084921546265122005-08-03T12:01:00.000-04:002005-08-03T12:02:01.553-04:00

The Mac Mini.

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1123079360776282032005-08-03T10:27:00.000-04:002005-08-03T10:29:20.780-04:00

Question: Why is every news story about the Susan Torres delivery datelined "Richmond" when she and her new baby are at Virginia Hospital Center, not four blocks from my house? Even the Post datelined it that way but said in the story it was "100 miles north" of Richmond. Weird.

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1123038225139085142005-08-02T22:41:00.000-04:002005-08-03T13:36:55.350-04:00

What is it about gloved portions of pigmeat boiled in beer and seared over a grill that makes it so fucking good? I don't know why I got the gumption to cook such a thing while in the supermarket. Mmm. Brats in beer and grilled. Dad's relish. Red beans and rice. I think I have some canned French cut beans at home. That would go well with this Four Brothers wine. Either it's because I was

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1123003978227734992005-08-02T13:32:00.000-04:002005-08-02T13:32:58.233-04:00

Leave It To Bush

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1122411903811183742005-07-26T17:03:00.000-04:002005-07-26T17:05:03.816-04:00

The best breakfast cereal in the known universe is: Three Parts Fiber One One Part Peanut Butter Capt'n Crunch Seriously. Try it tomorrow. Yum.

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1122410516339518942005-07-26T16:31:00.000-04:002005-07-26T17:06:49.383-04:00

One of my big vacation projects has been to at last deal with the creepy-crawlie CD collection. As anyone who knows me well will tell you, I own entirely too many compact discs. Well. I don't think it's too many. The problem, though, is that I own too many crappy compact discs and own and display too many that are mediocre. So, I've been spending some time on each day of my vacation sorting

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1122385917545079812005-07-26T09:50:00.000-04:002005-07-26T09:53:39.876-04:00

I'm off this week and among the things I'm reassessing is what the hell to do with my blogs. Blogging seems so stupid when you're pushing 40. By the way. It's not made with prune juice.

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1122043086853695982005-07-22T10:23:00.000-04:002005-07-22T10:38:06.856-04:00

Am I overly annoyable through my daily commute, at the tourists who consistently block my passage off of the train, at the escalator leftstanders and the hogs of egress, at the pedestrian meanderers, and, perhaps most troubling, at the leaflet and newspaper distributors? They are mother birds on PCP, more than eager to jam their found pablum into you. Here's a restaurant you should try. Here's

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1121875147300465532005-07-20T11:58:00.000-04:002005-07-20T11:59:07.306-04:00

There is a stapler in my office that someone has labeled "Fax Machine Only."

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1121222135757981092005-07-12T22:28:00.000-04:002005-07-12T22:35:35.763-04:00

I got to share the magick of Sage Francis today. My buddy Griffy was saying at a Pool of Car fiesta Friday how much he loves hip-hop, and I knew what he needed for his birthday today. He got the new Sage Francis CD. So Jay marinated and grilled a humongous mess of meat. Did it well, too, damn it was good. I am convinced that there is something orgasmic about a medium rare steak and a good red

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1120668312127866332005-07-06T12:42:00.000-04:002005-07-06T12:45:12.130-04:00

I don't know if this helps anyone, but I'll share anyway. This morning the iPod mini was doing the weirdest thing. I was trying to listen to the Rachel Maddow Show, and it was stuttering. I tried fast forwarding it, but it only kept stuttering. So, I paused play and THEN fast forwarded while it was paused, then unpaused it. No more stutter. Damn I'm good.

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1119827476244382862005-06-26T19:10:00.000-04:002005-06-26T19:11:16.250-04:00

So I think the host at Bennigan's was a little retarded. We walked in after having seen Batman Begins. We had eaten only popcorn for dinner. We were hungry and just this close to grumpy. And so we walked in and said two, nonsmoking. And he looked at us and appeared to have some problem understanding that there were two people who wanted to sit in the nonsmoking section, as if he thought there

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1119824059041267072005-06-26T18:06:00.000-04:002005-06-26T18:36:46.536-04:00

Ebert and Roeper nailed it right on the head regarding Batman Begins. This is the one where they finally get it right. I loved Burton's first one with Nicholson as the Joker. I loved it, but I couldn't help but feel that they hadn't quite gotten it right. They tried too hard to walk the line between the two camps of Batman aesthetics, is it the campy campy of Adam West and Burt Ward, or is it

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1119585709080865722005-06-23T23:43:00.000-04:002005-06-24T00:01:49.086-04:00

Just got back from Wolf Trap seeing Marvin Hamlisch direct the National Symphony Orchestra through a ton of Broadway classics. It was fun. That "Morales" song always makes me choke up. We took a bunch of wine and buckets of chicken. Before the show started, Cousin Jane saw the dude tuning the piano onstage and recognized him. She borrowed a cell phone and called him. Yep. Called him while he

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1119465121087547342005-06-22T14:30:00.000-04:002005-06-22T14:32:16.553-04:00

I think that impact font should be banninated forever. It is illegible, and you can't read it very well, either.

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1119361918200454432005-06-21T09:50:00.000-04:002005-06-21T09:52:59.880-04:00

Meet Sherman Petey Wheatstraw. No, he's not mine. I wish.

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1119306243899949472005-06-20T18:23:00.000-04:002005-06-20T18:24:03.906-04:00

The strangest thing I've seen in a long time occurred at the Modest Mouse show at DAR's Consitution Hall Thursday: Several songs in, Issac and company launched into "Ocean Breathes Salty," and two of the four or five frat boys who were in front of us high-fived. Something mad wrong with that. Wronger was how a few of these boys hung on each other through the show. I'm guessing there's been at

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1118847134272261682005-06-15T10:50:00.000-04:002005-06-15T17:40:30.416-04:00

A narcoleptic daschund? That's a HOWL. Speaking of funny, on this board of geeks I'm on (yes, totalfark.com), someone posted the following query: "What is your favorite joke? Difficulty: Must be G-Rated." So, someone posted this excellent joke: Two muffins are in the oven, baking. One muffin turns to the other and says, "Man, it sure is hot in here." The second muffin replies: "HOLY COW! A

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1118503830257680932005-06-11T11:29:00.000-04:002005-06-12T14:49:48.316-04:00

I'd like to see a movie like Freaky Friday, only they're identical twins, so neither one of them learns a damned thing. Update: I reckon this is somewhat a good line. My housemate Karen didn't get it, but it nearly made beer come out of Jessica's nose. It's nice because for some reason I just woke up with it. I woke up and there it was. Unfortunately, you only get one of those every six months,

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1118438093368422352005-06-10T17:14:00.000-04:002005-06-10T17:15:26.500-04:00

See for yourself.

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1118249368476929382005-06-08T12:48:00.000-04:002005-06-09T22:31:03.283-04:00

On a liberal listserv I'm on, someone recently asked, as a general polling question, if we "believe in UFOs." My reply was something like this: Strictly speaking, the question itself is inaccurate. If you see something traveling in the sky but you don't know what it is, it is, by definition, an Unidentified Flying Object. There is, actually, no question that UFOs exist. They do. Technically

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1118173587324055672005-06-07T15:46:00.000-04:002005-06-07T15:46:27.330-04:00

I don't know if I was trying too hard yesterday to be the jaded city fella and former newspaper reporter. I think maybe I was trying too hard. Probably. I mean, it's not every day on your walk to the subway that there's a dead guy lying on a bench. I assumed he was dead. That would explain the white sheet the cops had put over him and all the yellow tape. It would also help explain all the

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1118160112454046002005-06-07T12:01:00.000-04:002005-06-07T13:49:28.553-04:00

I am working on an ideer that might allow me to keep my URI here at adventuresintothewellknown.com. Uh, stay tunered.

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1118086888967679472005-06-06T15:36:00.000-04:002005-06-06T15:41:28.970-04:00

Last night as we did the week before to celebrate the remembering of our warriors, my people and I, we made the fire, and we lay meat on the fire, and we let the meat cook on the fire for awhile, and then we removed the meat from the fire, and we ate the meat. The meat was good. Grunt. (The fact that we had a nice shiraz with the meat, tabouli and slaw from Whole Foods with the meat and

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1117722500497402582005-06-02T10:21:00.000-04:002005-06-02T10:28:27.670-04:00

Big Bad Bill Is Sweet William Now Even in a place as big as Washington, you tend to run into people. Just yesterday, I ran into my ol' buddy Justin whilst I was gearing toward the subway turnstile. I'm amazed I heard him, I had my Rachel Maddow show playing. "I have news," said Mr. J., who has apparently decided to no longer let the man tell him he can't have his long hair, good for you,

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1117594791313023012005-05-31T22:56:00.000-04:002005-05-31T22:59:51.316-04:00

God-damnit, I don't want to know the identity of "Deep Throat." I've already just this weekend learned why Darth Vader has to wear the mask. If I know who "Deep Throat" is, what mysteries are there left? The refrigerator light thing? Airline food? Is he or isn't he Zach's Dad? Sorry. It just doesn't compare. Suck the suspense out, why don'tcha?

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1117572381552740102005-05-31T16:38:00.000-04:002005-05-31T19:33:33.346-04:00

Many of you will soon be given this spiffy new Blogger URL for the Adventures blog. As is perennially the case with most blogger-folk, I have decided to make some drastic changes in how I run these things. This sort of started when Dreamhost wrote and said I was using too much of their system sources. I have tended to use a lot of PHP scripts and such, but I didn't think it were that many, for

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1117583273418736512005-05-24T20:28:00.000-04:002005-05-31T19:47:53.420-04:00

If It Wasn't For My Horse... Have you ever actually read the evacuation instructions on the Metro? This is the first sentence you read: "Leave wheelchairs, stroller, bicycles, or other bulky items on train." ::pausing. pausing. pausing.:: LEAVE WHEELCHAIRS?! What am I supposed to do if I'm in a wheelchair and the subway train is evacuated? Crawl off like a seal? And, notice, if you will,

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1117583034906331452005-05-09T07:41:00.000-04:002005-05-31T19:43:54.906-04:00

Woo-Hoo! I just heard Rachel Maddow, as a guest host on AAR's "Morning Sedition," give up a little "woo-hoo!" while trailing to a commercial break. Isn't it wonderful that we now have an entire generation of folks who now use that particular Simpsonesque exclamation regularly? I use it all the time, along with the more negatory "D'oh!" I find that the latter is useful in helping me avoid using

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1117583092690723232005-05-01T16:44:00.000-04:002005-05-31T19:44:52.690-04:00

An Early Review �Revenge of the Sith is, quite simply, fucking awesome. This is the Star Wars prequel the haters have been bitching for since �Menace� came out, and if they don�t cop to that when they finally see it, they�re lying. � � Kevin Smith

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1117585940664560162005-03-08T11:26:00.000-05:002005-05-31T20:32:20.670-04:00

How To Save The World And Look Hot Hot Hot I went to the luncheon today just to see. It shames me to admit it because it's oh so shallow, but I did. I went to the luncheon today just to see what it was like to be in the presence of such outlandish hotness. It wasn't bad. It didn't kill me. I didn't have to avert my eyes. And yes, good people, Angelina Jolie is every bit as beautiful as she

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1117577407805485382005-01-31T18:09:00.000-05:002005-05-31T18:10:07.806-04:00

Yeah...um...sorry about that... On the first day of Black History Month, Sen. George Allen (R-VA) will introduce a Senate resolution apologizing for the Senate's filibustering of House-passed anti-lynching laws in the 20th century. Sen. Mary Landrieu (D-La.) will join in offering the resolution. This will be the first time Congress has apologized to African-Americans for past atrocities.

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1117578240340621012005-01-28T10:30:00.000-05:002005-05-31T19:34:28.106-04:00

Beer Is Not A Toy Hooray for drunk skanking monkeys! Hooray for a monkey licking a window! Hooray for an enormous squirrel! (Hooray, b3ta!)

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1118167472330759652004-01-20T14:04:00.000-05:002005-06-07T14:04:32.333-04:00

My kitty just threw up while I had the State of the Union Address on.

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1118116614975287892003-10-02T23:56:00.000-04:002005-06-06T23:56:54.980-04:00

A guy walks into a bar and ends up attending a wake. Wait, it's not a joke. That was me on Tuesday night. What a strange week. R.I.P., Neal, you old barfly, you.

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1118114915671136972003-09-26T23:27:00.000-04:002005-06-06T23:28:35.676-04:00

Johnny's always running around trying to find certainty. He needs all the world to confirm that he ain't lonely. Mary counts the walls. Knows he tires easily. Johnny thinks the world would be right if it could buy truth from him. Mary says he changes his mind more than a woman. But she made her bed, even when the chance was slim. Johnny says he's willing to learn, when he decides he's a fool.

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1118115326477127852003-09-25T23:34:00.000-04:002005-06-06T23:35:26.476-04:00

Obligiatory "Death Of Domestic Canine Companion" Post, or "Farm Purchase Eyed By Dog" Many many years ago, my father remarried, built a new house, and settled in for the rest of his life. He and his new wife soon adopted a short-legged, charasmatic little pooch they'd noticed wandering around the neighborhood�er, more specifically, they adopted him when they noticed him wandering around Lee

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1118114201025847182003-08-19T23:15:00.000-04:002005-06-06T23:16:41.026-04:00

I always forget how beautiful it is, Edinboro, Pa., how the lake is just the right size, how the little narrow Lakeside Drive is but a ribbon wrapping it all up, how good it smells, and how wonderfully life slows down there. My Grandmother is quite the trendsetter in Edinboro. Always has been. Many years ago, she and her husband Bernard came to this little place that at the time was, I believe,

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1118068962797387452003-01-27T10:42:00.000-05:002005-06-06T10:42:42.803-04:00

January 27, 2003 Change When you grow up with a person, you can have a conversation in an instant, without words, one that you've never had before and will never have again, one that preludes a moment that changes everything. I sat on the sofa downstairs watching the Super Bowl with the same bit of interest as usual, and heard my aunt ask my Uncle Jay if it was time to go snap some pictures.

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1117582325940004842002-09-22T19:31:00.000-04:002005-05-31T19:32:05.940-04:00

Revelry We had all but give up on Whitey's. I had for some time considered to to be "my bar." It is a wonderful place. Unlike many bar-n-grill types of places, it is spacious. They grill up the best burgers in town. Generally, I like the ambience. Generally. It was one Friday night in July. I was to meet Jay and Jessica there for the usual night of revelry. Usually, I look forward to cracking

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1118111905811639202002-09-20T22:37:00.000-04:002005-06-06T22:38:25.816-04:00

September 20, 2002 A Horrible Reenactment Hey, boy. Yeah, paw? Let's us rush the field and beat the shit outta that bald guy. Whut? Yeah, let's us rush the field and beat the shit outta that funny lookin' bald guy. Why for, paw? 'Cuz he looks funny. I think he might be mixed. Mixed, paw? Aw, come on. Well, mixed or funny or something. He don't look right. Sigh. C'mon, you big

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1117582076692087502002-08-01T09:43:00.000-04:002005-05-31T19:27:56.696-04:00

BOOOOO! Just as a surgeon is finishing up an operation, the patient wakes up, sits up, and demands to know what is going on. "I'm about to close," the surgeon says. The patient grabs his hand and says, "Oh, no you're not! I'll close my own incision." The doctor hands him the needle and says, "Suture self."

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-1118113121066472622002-05-28T22:57:00.000-04:002005-06-06T22:58:41.070-04:00

Tuesday, May 28, 2002 In my office, every day at approximately the same time, one of my co-workers starts whistling The Fishin' Hole, also known as The Andy Griffith Show Theme Song. This is a new development, and a bit strange. You see, a few years back, I met Barney Fife. Well...sorta. I met the man who is probably the most effective Barney Fife impersonator in the country. His name is

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-753021832002-04-11T18:58:00.000-04:002002-04-11T18:58:31.903-04:00

A bit for you today regarding how my mind works, as if you might find this topic fascinating... As I have slightly lamented in this particular column, I have recently moved from a Nice, Big, Windowed Office into a less nice, smaller, windowless office. As I have said, I must say again: I am pleased as hell to have an office at all, or, for that matter, to even have a job and the wits with

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-752746962002-04-11T00:51:00.000-04:002002-04-11T00:51:09.920-04:00

Marketing Push Just Beginning For Rukeyser By Serge Colonblow (ABP)--Don't feel bad for Louis Rukeyser. As it turns out, when Rukeyser was told to step out on his long-running television show, "Wall Street Week With Louis Rukeyser," he stepped onto a veritable money truck. CNBC knew a good thing when they saw it--the cable network immediately snapped up the popular finance guru for a show

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-114663512002-04-04T16:59:00.000-05:002002-04-04T16:59:44.493-05:00

My senior year in college, I worked as in intern in Washington, D.C. No, not one of those kinds of internships. I spent two days a week at a little media group that tended to work with leftish non-profits, or not-for-profits, or whatever you call 'em. When I worked there, I formed one notion of what I wanted to achieve after college: A job in Washington, D.C., an office with a big window, and a

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-114199772002-04-03T12:51:00.000-05:002002-04-03T12:51:48.413-05:00

Have you ever gone to type the word "Superfund" and had it come out "Superfunk?" If so, did you find the whole thing as incredibly amusing as I am right now?

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-113255322002-03-31T20:53:00.000-05:002002-03-31T20:54:53.000-05:00

Come on, gentlemen. Who among us doesn't have to find a desktop during a playing of "Carouselambra" and beat Bonzo's part out at the bridge? RIGGA-DIGGA! RIGGA-DIGGA! (rest) BOOM! Zeppelin ROOLZ!

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-112917062002-03-30T18:52:00.000-05:002005-05-31T18:08:06.313-04:00

Jesus! Jesus! Pass it to me! I'm open! Speaking of Jesus...you may find some kitschy little items here and here. Happy Easter.

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-112875592002-03-30T15:58:00.000-05:002002-03-30T15:59:22.000-05:00

A mailing list I'm on recently mentioned the notion of priests abdicating their vows of celibacy in light of the most recent charges of child abuse in the Catholic church. I responded: I for one would hate to see the Catholic church do away with its celibacy rule. The simple fact of the matter is that the Catholic church needs dysfunction and foolishness to surive. For centuries, the

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-112466242002-03-29T08:43:00.000-05:002005-05-31T17:39:13.313-04:00

Last night, Fox Television aired a one-hour Bill Reilly diatribe called The Corruption of the American Child. I have a few thoughts. Does anyone else find it ironic that this television show aired on Fox, which is presently warping the minds of young adolescent men with a show about a man who has 15 women at once vying for his hand in marriage? (It doesn't work this way, boys. If you can find

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-111845082002-03-27T15:43:00.000-05:002005-05-31T17:38:28.920-04:00

Do you need an afdb?

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-111737222002-03-27T09:57:00.000-05:002002-03-27T09:57:24.860-05:00

Meanwhile, in the "Kids Say the Darndest Things" file: A conversation between my father and his six-year-old son, my little brother, about a recent trip to an art museum. Little Brother: Dad, the girls laughed at the sculptures. Dad: They did, Willie? Why did they do that? Little Brother: They just have no respect for art!

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-111120232002-03-25T16:52:00.000-05:002002-03-25T16:52:39.490-05:00

Top three things I'd like to ask Bobby Knight when he appears at Olsson's Books & Records in Arlington March 28: 3. What were you, born in a barn? 2. If you and Godzilla were in a fight, would you show him your own shit, or just throw a chair at him? 1. If you could throw a chair at any historical figure, who would it be?

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-110550962002-03-23T22:33:00.000-05:002005-05-31T17:37:23.680-04:00

Big Brother...3? There are two kinds of people in the world, those who divide people up into two groups, and those who do not. Having said that, there are two kinds of people in the world, people who watch Big Brother, and people who absolutely do not understand the perceived madness of those who do. I can see how those in that other crowd might believe it to be madness. I myself will admit

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-110438712002-03-23T14:40:00.000-05:002002-03-23T14:40:13.600-05:00

How to make a perfect chili dinner for yourself and two friends who have come over to watch the Kansas game but spend most of the evening watching the goddamn Maryland game because the morons at network would rather broadcast the rather lackluster Maryland game in your area: First, spend four hours shopping for a Crock Pot, unless you have an appropriate one on hand. Go to Hecht's first, and

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-110074532002-03-22T09:19:00.000-05:002002-03-22T09:19:25.136-05:00

Kent State is going to the Eight. ::lip doodle::

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-109903672002-03-21T20:33:00.000-05:002002-03-21T20:33:27.470-05:00

I hate to admit it, but I am giggling with glee watching Todd Bridges kick Rob Van Winkle's ass.

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-109719292002-03-21T10:59:00.000-05:002005-05-31T17:36:19.516-04:00

I know that readers' eyes glaze over when I talk tech. So, I apologize for the past few days' immersion in the subject. I did lose comments for awhile because Blogger is, unfortunately, not the most reliable service in the world, though it is wonderful. I believe I have reached a solution: I no longer publish directly to my index page. This leaves my blog page unaffected should Blogger decide to

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-109551202002-03-20T22:16:00.000-05:002005-05-31T17:34:40.640-04:00

When my cousin Christopher was 6, he and his family were traveling on a bus in some metropolitan area, Chicago, I think it was. Christopher, in his childlike persistence and enthusiasm for pushing buttons and making noise and such, was insistent that he should get to "ring the dingy." "I get to ring the dingy, right?" he asked my Uncle Jim. "Yes, Christopher, you can ring the dingy," Jim would

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-108354612002-03-17T17:24:00.000-05:002002-03-17T17:24:46.710-05:00

I was in Safeway today, the one in Arlington across the street from the new Harris Teeter that will put it out of business in 4.5 months (trust me), and this guy came over the loudspeaker and said: "Will the owner of the Toyota please move it? Put it in a PARKING SPACE WHERE IT BELONGS!" I hope that guy gets a raise.

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-108045322002-03-16T16:17:00.000-05:002002-03-16T16:17:21.840-05:00

Tipper Gore has announced that she is considering a run for Senate. In a related story, Al Gore has announced that both of his testicles have turned black, shriveled, and fallen off completely.

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-107961612002-03-16T09:57:00.000-05:002002-03-16T09:57:28.720-05:00

Show me the way to the next sushi bar. Oh, don't ask why. Oh, don't ask why. I tried sushimi while in Vegas. I didn't order it directly, I tried somebody else's. Not to be unsophisticated or anything, but blech! I also tried sake. Also, blech. I'm home now, and ever so happy to be here. I got in at 1:30 a.m. Stayed up 'til like 3. Woke up and had breakfast with Uncle Johnny. Glad to

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-107401042002-03-14T16:35:00.000-05:002005-05-31T17:31:24.533-04:00

Friends, you haven't lived until you've had the opportunity to eat something called "fried goat cheese cakes." This is, I think, perhaps, the world's most perfect food. After all, it has goat cheese, and it's fried. Other unsolicited opinions from Gomorrah West: The world needs more men like James Carville, Tom Tomorrow, and, most of all, Bill Bradley. I know, I know. The man has a turkey

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-107128302002-03-13T19:57:00.000-05:002002-03-13T19:57:00.880-05:00

The Bellagio has perfected elevator muzik. When you step onto the elevator, there is no music playing. Then, once the elevator car begins its descent, music starts to play. It is always a different genre; sometimes it plays show tunes, sometime Sinatra, sometimes Baroque. It's little details like this that makes a week's stay at this place interesting and pleasant. From my room, I can see

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-106660822002-03-12T14:56:00.000-05:002002-03-12T14:56:08.310-05:00

I'm going to write a book for children about how to behave in airports. Here is a brief excerpt: "See the pretty dog. See the pretty dog sniffing the suitcases. Pet the pretty doggie. Good doggie."

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-105997762002-03-10T19:50:00.000-05:002002-03-11T10:18:18.000-05:00

For the record, I made it to Vegas. No terrorist attacks, no major shakedowns by overzealous security staff...I suffered nothing but boredom and fidgeting on a 5-hour (BEVERAGE ONLY) flight. The time difference is difficult to account for right now. I have already tried to attend a staff meeting two hours early.

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-105674852002-03-09T17:27:00.000-05:002002-03-09T17:27:41.660-05:00

Is it just me, or does John Basedow look like a chicken?

Brady Bonknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3314972.post-105600572002-03-09T11:47:00.000-05:002002-03-09T11:47:14.960-05:00

Today, I'm packing. Well, that's the plan. I'm getting somewhat psyched about convention. It's going to be different from previous years because I'll be wearing a lot of hats. I'll be busy, you bet. It will be strange not traveling under a full moon. When I was traveling more frequently, I could always seem to count on a full moon to watch over me. I've seen her full and strong over the Alamo

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