It's That Time Again

Month 5-6:

FYI: There's also some photos of Tim & Ann at the end of Month 4-5.

One Step Forward, Two Steps Back

So I was in the parking garage elevator with a couple of tourists , and I smile and wave at their baby. I never really paid any attention to babies before we had one. So that's a step forward. That night, I called a Republican Congresswoman from California who was on television a F'ing C-Word. Since I watching television with Ally, I count this as two steps back. I need to teach Ally the whole earmuffs thing from Old School.

In Response to Comment #3 In the Last Post:

No, but some of these are funny.

Gay Liveration...

Not that there's anything wrong with that. Today's lunch was at an old Jewish deli located on what's left of Baltimore's "Corned Beef Row". I've never really been a fan of chopped liver. I think my grandmother pushed too much of it on me when I was younger. I've only recovered in the past 5 years to point where I can eat sauerkraut again from the torment my brother used to inflict on me by pinning me down and force feeding me sauerkraut. But today's story really isn't about me. It's about Tim. Some of you know Tim. We work together here in Baltimore. Tim likes Chopped Liver. And today while we standing in line he informed me he was going to step out and move up from the "The Lombard Street" - Hot Corned Beef, Hot Pastrami, Chopped Liver and Russian Dressing to Sandwich #31 a/k/a, The Gay Liveration - Corned Beef, Chopped Liver, Imported Swiss, Lettuce and Bermuda Onion. Now one of the things I find unusual about this deli is that I don't think one Jewish person works there. The counter is run by good ole' blue-collar bawlmore working folk. Their tattoos are the scary kind. Anyway, this exchange happens in front of scores of people:

Tim: I'll have the #31.

Worker: What?

Tim: I'll have the #31.

Worker: What, you're afraid to say Gay Liveration?

Tim: I'll have the Gay Liveration.

Worker (loudly): One Gay Liveration.

Worker: You're turning bright red.

Tim: It's the reflection from your shirt (Deli guy had a redshirt on).

Worker: I'm standing 4 feet away from you.

Tim (to me): He's right, I could feel myself turning red.

Later - Tim is getting a drink

Worker: Hey, #31, you want Russian Dressing on that.

Tim: Yeah, I think so.

Tim to me: I think I like this guy.

Me: I do.

Later at the register

Worker (yelling order to the lady 1 ft. from him running the cash register): One Gay Liveration for the young man, one Dr. Brown's, one potato pancake.

Worker: Hey there is a magazine behind you that you might like.

On our way out, I check to see what magazine this guy is talking about. There it is, the Queer Issue of the City Paper. The whole exchange reminded me of Mike Tyson's last fight. I think Tim has probably had his last Gay Liveration, not that there's anything wrong with that. Bawlmore, it's not Amherst, MA. On the way home, a female co-worker tried to make Tim feel better, I think, by stating to the group that she thinks Tim is nice dresser, but doesn't think he's gay. I'm sure Ann will be thrilled to hear that. For the record, I got the Hungry Man. You can't go wrong with the Hungry Man - Corned Beef, Salami, Swiss, Cole Slaw and Russian Dressing.

Some New Stuff

For those of you not on Eugene's e-mail distribution list, you're lucky. Every once in a while he spits out some nuggets. Here's a new Triumph the Insult Dog. I've done about 10 of these.

Worst Breakfast Ever?

Would you eat all of This if it were given to you free? You would receive no money in return. I would like to think the answer is no for me, but it's probably yes. Props to Griffey on link and poll question. He also answered yes. Yes: 2, No: 0.

Stink Shield

Stink Shield Pt. I

Pt. II

Part III

Part IV 
-Props to Seabass

Irish Car Bombs Are On Their Way Out

And probably not for the reasons you think. No, this is not the typical Sunday morning regret of too many Irish Car Bombs the night before. Granted, I've had enough of those. But, I've found a new drink. Better than the Irish Car Bomb you say? But the ICB tastes like chocolate milk, how could this be? Well, let me introduce you to A Blue on Blue. A Blue Point Oyster covered in cocktail sauce and topped with 4 ounces of Pabst Blue Ribbon. a/k/a, the Slurp and Burp.

Pabst Blue Ribbon—Born and Raised in Milwaukee
Since 1844, the ORIGINAL Pabst Blue ribbon Beer has used the choicest of nature's products to provide its prized flavor. The original smoothness goes down easy—without even a hint of bitter aftertaste.