I had a meeting with my son’s band director night before last, and I purchased a trumpet for him. This is, of course, thoroughly ridiculous. He was only born a couple of years ago, right? Right?
Lone Star closed. This is a shame. This was mine and Melanie‘s alternate location. It’s yet another wound to Madison Square Mall, and the death of one of the finest ways to spend $10 for lunch in Madison County (that being the bleu cheese wedge salad and lunch sirloin).
A red Jaguar F-Type showed up at work this week. It’s a pretty car with curb appeal—I particularly like the rear—but it’s still much too safe. Come on, Jaguar. This is ostensibly the spiritual successor of perhaps the single most sexual automobile of all-time. Let’s get nasty. Mix it up. If the Fisker Karma came to market looking like it did, then you can do better.
Neil Diamond wrote “I’m a Believer.” Carole King wrote “The Loco-Motion.” Willie Nelson wrote “Crazy.” Shel Silverstein wrote “A Boy Named Sue.” Did I surprise you with any of those?
You ever heard of the Asian giant hornet? Click that and go read about it. Yipes. That’s a scary bug. There are reports that they’re in the United States. They’re anecdotal, but there are a lot of them. Misidentified cicada killers probably account for some of them, but there are some folks who say no, I know about cicada killers, and these aren’t those.
I have Mexican oregano in my possession. I feel another shot at Texas chili coming this weekend.