Petulance

Wednesday, 31 August 2005

Some dude sent me an email say­ing he was hav­ing dif­fi­cul­ty us­ing the Tremonter fo­rums. He said he was get­ting a “user al­ready ex­ists” er­ror when try­ing to post. I thought I ex­plained the dif­fi­cul­ty quite well. He had reg­is­tered an ac­count and then tried to post with­out hav­ing logged in. The fo­rum then asks for a tem­po­rary user­name, and if it match­es a reg­is­tered user, it fails. I ex­plained that, and I gave him sev­er­al dif­fer­ent op­tions for post­ing. This morn­ing I get an email that says:

“Forget it. The site is too hard to use. See ya!”

Someone must not use the in­ter­nets very of­ten.

Inaugural not “First Annual”, You Commies.

Tuesday, 30 August 2005

With all the talk about the upcoming Cleveland Ingenuity Festival, I've had plenty of exposure to my greatest grammar pet peeve. I wouldn't even have this almost psychopathic hatred of this common mistake if it weren't for my high school communications and journalism teacher, Mr. Glowacki.

There is no such thing as FIRST ANNUAL.

The word you want is INAUGURAL.

This is not the FIRST ANNUAL Cleveland Ingenuity Festival. What if it doesn't happen next year? Won't be annual then, will it? It should be the INAUGURAL Cleveland Ingenuity Festival.

Local media culprits:
Cool Cleveland
WCPN
Cleveland Free Times [No online evidence, at least until they get some of the more recent issues up]

Local Media Heros
WMJI
WMVX
[is it just me or do all those radio sites look the bloody same?]
Cleveland Jewish News

Cleveland.com and WGAR don't say inaugural or "first annual" and it doesn't appear that any of the TV stations are covering it.

Any Which Way You Can

Monday, 29 August 2005

I got ze­ro sleep last night and no one likes my shirt to­day. Also, my bike tire is flat. Your chal­lenge is to guess why I’m in a good mood when I’m not too tired to think.

Stranger than Fiction

Sunday, 28 August 2005

When I went to get my laun­dry out of the dry­er at the laun­dro­mat, raw sewage was float­ing out of the main doors. And the guy that man­ages the places what squeegee­ing shit down a drain. Bonus.

Gunslinger Burritos

Okay, I stole the ti­tle for these from Stephen King’s Dark Tower se­ries, but that is be­side the point. They were tasty enough and took less time to make than even spaghet­ti. About 15 min­utes from light­ing the oven to stuff­ing my face.

What I used:

2 re­al­ly re­al­ly small pieces of sliced pork loin
1 can of black beans
2 cups of corn
sal­sa
grat­ed ched­dar cheese

What I did:

I drained and rinsed the beans and poured ‘em in a pot and then sea­soned them with cumin and chili pow­der and cayenne pep­per and a lit­tle bit of cilantro, stirred em up re­al well and cooked and mashed the dev­il out of ‘em. Meanwhile I had the corn cook­ing as well. I seared my su­perthin pork loin and then chopped it, tossed it back in, sea­soned it with more chili pow­der and cumin and a tiny bit of cin­na­mon and kept it cook­ing. I had about two min­utes to kill so I grat­ed some cheese. Then I mashed the dev­il out of the beans some more. I don’t know how to make re­fried beans, but this looked like it at least. Everything was done at this point so I spread it on some tor­tillas, poured a lit­tle sal­sa on ‘em and dug in. This meal rates quite high on the bach­e­lor scale of home cook­ing. It will prob­a­bly make about four nor­mal sized bur­ri­tos but I on­ly got 2.5 out of mine.

Guinness in Tremont — For Science!

Saturday, 27 August 2005

If you go over to Tremonter you can check out the pro­gres­sive­ly drunk­er re­views I did for all the places in Tremont that have Guinness on tap. This post links to all of ‘em. I was alone for most of the tour, but Jeff Schuler caught up with me at The Treehouse. He’s a cool guy, just moved to Tremont a few weeks back and lives on W. 11th. He gave Steve Goldberg a ring, but he was busy get­ting his hands done at the Literary Café. I’ve fi­nal­ly found a good place to toss darts in the neigh­bor­hood. The Starkweather has ex­cel­lent re­al dart­boards. I do think at times I drift­ed away of my true pur­pose, the sci­en­tif­ic study of Guinness and in­stead I sci­en­tif­i­cal­ly stud­ied the girls. I hope my ex­per­i­ments didn’t mud­dle up each other’s re­sults. I’m not much of a drinker, 8 pints in 6 hours had me pret­ty well sauced, and if I keep up the tour of all the lo­cal bars in Tremont, I might need that ex­tra liv­er that Jaclyn of­fered me last week.

Fealties

Tuesday, 23 August 2005

we all say
things we
don’t mean
  to
mean un­til
they are
  said.

the clouds over
the switch­grass
 swear they
are just
passin’ thru.

to­day they are
the on­ly or­a­tors
in Oz.

Our words dis­solved
like a dusty
 jackrab­bit—
too proud to
lie in the rain.
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