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bits, bites, and bud
03/03/2010 = 06:49 PM

One cannot really do a comparison between Paul Gilbert and Bud Buckley. As I told Bud himself, they are too different: it'd be like comparing apples to ravioli.

That said, I recommend you run out and buy both CDs and judge for yourself.

And that said, I'm only posting one link here because, of the two musicians, only one is my pretend boyfriend.

You can thank me later.

How to Lower a Toilet Seat, Version 2.0

1. Reverse the steps you used to raise the toilet seat in the first place.
2. Remember that, if it were meant to be left up, they wouldn't call it a toilet seat. They'd call it a toilet back.
3. There is no step 3.

The Albertson's on South Apache has a kosher deli.

This is very important to me, not because I keep kosher, but because I don't care to take the time to prepare chopped liver just for one person, and Tommy Pastrami's closed due to the economy.

I just noticed that that almost rhymes. I think a poem, or at the very least, a couplet, is in order.

Let me think ...

You know we're in trouble when Tommy
Can't sell any of his pastrami
Nor yet any salami
Due to the failing economy.
Better do something, Barack Obami.
Or I'll tell my mommy.

I didn't say it was going to be good.

I was so chuffed about the leber that I forgot to check for knishes. But I have faith that they will have some. The guy behind the counter had a long beard (in a food-prep net, but it was totally long and beardlike) and one of those Eastern European accents that says Jewish, as in, "Yes, dahlink, ve hev thet; how moushe you vunt?

I nearly wept with joy.

Oh, Albertson's, you have made this particular Golfwidowist a very happy girl.

As for the rest of you, who will no doubt pop in here and make fun of me for liking chopped liver, the most disgusting food on earth, because I am some kind of idiot, kindly remember that I am the generous soul who is saving you from having to eat the evil chopped liver. Now you may go eat a nice bland bologna on white, with mayo.

Tags: brain confetti

drinking: ice water
listening to: rock sugar, Don't Stop the Sandman
loving: rock sugar. two, two, two blasts-from-the-past in one