Not Talking About The Election
Mood
Indifferent
Just so you know, I am not going to talk about the election. Or about how disappointed I am, or about how mad I was at Matt for not voting. I'm not.
In other news, let's talk morbid. How about buying your casket early and then using it for furniture for starters? Yes, you too can buy your own casket and use it as a shelving unit until you die at which point they will stuff your body in it and shove it in the ground.
"People put thousands of dollars into an expensive wood and metal casket that's just around for four or five days and then it's gone," says the Montana woodworker. "Why not stand it on end, put shelves in it and a couple of wine racks?"IndyStar.Com - Caskets have life as furniture...His sturdiest simple wood caskets can be fitted with modular shelves for bottles, glasses, guns, fishing rods, books, files, a stereo, even toys. When the time comes, empty the box, lay out the dearly departed, and close the lid.
Von Bracht has been aghast at the high cost of dying since the 1970s, when his work for The Missoulian (Mont.) newspaper included picking up obituary notices from funeral homes selling an array of expensive coffins. Plain pine boxes were not to be had. So he and a friend started Sweet Earth Caskets to make affordable wooden models.
Yikes, with how morbid I am I don't think I could go anywhere near my future casket let alone pop a cd into a stereo system sitting in the thing. And toys? What for your kid's casket? Someone from Matt's family is gonna log on and talk about how sensible this really is, but I'm still icked. Just go look at the picture.
I am still upset that Kerry didn't win. I mean, I'm not talking about the election here, I'm just upset. I wish Eminem's video hadn't been banned, maybe it would have helped some, among the younger crowd. Even though I bet they used the same slight ego-centrical excuse Matt did. [whine]"My vote dosen't really count."[/whine] Apparently someone's vote did, cause now we're stuck with Bush. Not that I'm talking about the election, 'cause I'm not.
On another note, there was a special feature done in the local paper about "scary" restaurant experiences. (Halloween? Scary? Get it?) Anyway, the whole article was amusing, but I am just going to include my favorites.
I was trying to make prosciutto for the first time, so I bought this pork leg, and imported special salt from Italy. It takes a year or more--you have to keep the pork marinated in the salt, and then you take the salt out and dry the prosciutto out. So 10, 11 months later, I come into the restaurant, and there was a new butcher and he had cut the whole pork leg into tiny pieces. We use pork in our bolognese sauce, and he thought it would be good for that. It's funny now, but at the time it wasn't funny at all.Chicago Tribune - Feathered Chicken Wings...--Cristiano Bassani, Carlucci Downers Grove
The critic's view: This story made me cry.
I would have cried too. Spending a year of my life cooking a meal to have it ruined by some dolt? I might well have killed the guy. Not that I would spend a year cooking a meal. I'd starve in the interim. Or would end up sampling it so much by the time I was done there would be none left.
Some time ago I had cards printed with the following: "Tipping rewards good service. Generally begins at 15 percent. May be increased by superior service or reduced by one-third due to: 1. Serving entree prior to salad/appetizer being finished. 2. Failure to clean ashtray when serving entree. 3. Failure to check during meal to see if anything is needed. 4. Failure to say `thank you' when presenting check." If I get bad service, I give the card to the manager; superior service, I give to the server (to show his manager) along with the increased tip.Chicago Tribune - Feathered Chicken Wings...--Ron Swoik
The critic's view: I'm sure the restaurants appreciate the feedback, although sometimes when the entree arrives too early it's the kitchen's fault, not the server's. Nevertheless, any good restaurant should abide by your four rules. But I have to point out: Your remaining lifetime might be reduced by one-third if your ashtray routinely is dirty before the entree arrives.
This is more for the come-back then anything. I actually think the idea of having such a card makes you a bit stuck up. Just a bit though. I believe in being polite and just hoping for politeness in return.
Speaking of being polite. I think I am going to finish up by including a comic from what is my second favorite strip, after SinFest, Boy On A Stick And Slither (BOASAS). Clicky!
Oh, and Bush sucks, just so you know. Not that I'm talking about the election or anything. It's really just a state of being for him, I think.
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