This display of the Worst Album Covers Of All Time is priceless. Check it out.
Interesting article from the Philadelphia Inquirer. Experiments are being done on restoring sight to the blind.
So at The Job What Pays The Bills, the admonition from management regarding the New Dress Code (or lack thereof) has been, "Please use common sense." Yeah, right. And what has anyone here done to demonstrate that common sense is an abundant commodity? I knew it would be interesting once the warm weather kicked in and I have not been disappointed. Yesterday
I rode the elevator with a fella sporting tattered (putting it nicely)
jeans and flip-flops, and topped off with a plain white, run-of-mill,
Fruit Of The Loom tee-shirt. Today, coming in
from the parking lot I spotted a guy in shorts and bright orange Chuck
Taylors, accented quite nicely with a bright orange cap. Sweet!
Human Resources Refresher 101: These are the guys that this new policy is targeting, so as to retain these bright, young minds.
Human Resources Refresher 101: These are the guys that this new policy is targeting, so as to retain these bright, young minds.
I mentioned Shorpy.com last week. They update their pictures almost daily and while all of them are great, this one today is remarkable.
We're Goin' Green, babeeee!!!! That's right -- at The Company What Pays The Bills it is now official. No longer are we mere lurkers in the world of recyclers. No, we've joined the legions of good corporate citizens that have let the world know that they have stepped up to save the planet (please excuse us while we pop another ibuprofen to quell the pain in our shoulder from patting ourselves on the back). We've on the fast track of Diversity and Inclusion and have now set our sites on another color of the rainbow. Green, baby!
Started off the day off in a bit of a funk with a couple of issues at the Job What Pays The Bills weighing on my mind. I get into the car and pop in one of the driving CDs I put together, a la Jack Nicholson in As Good As It Gets. What's that? A Jerry Reed guitar lick? Yes, it's When You're Hot You're Hot! Steve Martin once noted this fact about playing his favorite instrument: "You can't be sad when you're playing the banjo." Well, how can you possibly feel down when you hear those great guitar licks and Jerry Reed singing:
Well, when he took us inta court I couldn't believe my eyes
The judge was a fishin' buddy that I recognized
I said "Hey, judge, old buddy, old pal"
"I'll pay ya that hundred I owe ya if you'll get me outta this spot"
So he gave my friends a little fine to pay
He turned around and grinned at me and said
"Ninety days, Jerry, when you hot, you hot"
'N' I said "Thanks a lot"
I'd like to get back into a regular barbeque reviewing mode, but unfortunately, I'm just not travelling as much as I have in the recent past and the barbeque pickin's in Central Illinois are slim.
Anyhow, I recently ventured down to Gatlinburg, Tennessee recently and was surprised to see a barbeque restaurant back in the place where one had been years ago -- with a candle shop taking up the period in between. We discovered the original barbeque place some eight or nine years ago in our only venture into Gatlinburg for the Fourth of July holiday (or is it Independence Day?). I must say, it was quite a tasty treat. The next year I made a point to return. Subsequently, however, it was turned into a candle shop...which (ironically) burned down last summer.
So now it's Flying Pig Smokehouse. Young Son and I hit it for lunch one day, sans the Better Half (as she had already met her barbeque quota for the year). It's a quaint little place, but with barbeque joints, looks tend to tell you nothing about it at all. As usual when I encounter a new barbeque place, I ordered the pulled (or chopped) pork sandwich.
Overall, it was an okay experience. The sandwich was just above average in taste and tenderness, with the sauce (an off-the-shelf restaurant supplier brand) adding little to the overall experience. The ambiance was bland -- more reminiscent of a corner cafe. Value-wise, it's a pretty fair deal. They don't charge tourist prices in a tourist town.
I'm cutting these guys some slack, as they're just getting started. They do have a lot to build on and I expect that things will only get better. Right now, however, I'm going with two (out of four) pigs for taste, two for ambiance, and three pigs for value, for an overall rating of two pigs.
When It Was A Game. Attention baseball fans or for that matter, you history fans as well. This little gem was broadcast on HBO back in the early 90's. Up to that point this 8 and 16mm color film footage had been rarely seen. This documentary has some very interesting and entertaining footage of baseball players and ballparks all the way back to the 1930's. Put it in your Netflix queue.
The Viking Funeral by Stephen J. Cannell. Yes, that Stephen J. Cannell -- the creator and producer of The Rockford Files. I've always loved his style of writing and I've found that it translates nicely into this series of novels that revolves around L.A. Police detective Shane Scully. The first in the series was The Tin Collectors. I've spent so much time the last few years reading book after book about the Civil War and Lincoln, these novels make for a nice change of pace.
Now this is a cool web site. I love old pictures -- especially black and white photos. This site is one of the best I've seen at gathering and displaying old, high quality photographs. Take a look at about three or four pages. You'll find something that'll catch your attention.
