photo by: Foto Bocch
My wife and I went to Bones a few weeks ago. Bones is like Atlanta’s Premier steak house. They had a bone in Filet Mignon that was just ridiculous. At any rate, Bones has free Valet Parking. So we valeted and went inside. We had our steaks and potatoes and what not, and it was time to go home. We went outside and presented the valet our ticket, he hurriedly retrieved our key, ran over to the car and pulled it around right in front of our feet. He opened the door for my wife and handed me the keys. I hit him with a five spot, hopped in and drove away.
Almost immediately we began to smell something. It was absolutely rank. I knew it didn’t come from me, and I figured it wasn’t coming from my wife either; she’s too beautiful for something so foul smelling to emanate from her. So we looked at each other kinda puzzled. That’s when I surmised that it had to be the valet. Damn valet, he took the liberty of passing gas in our car. And to think, I tipped him a five spot and what I get in return? Fresh ass gas from the valet. Thanks valet guy.
So we rolled down the widows and opened the sunroof and tried to air the car out. But the smell would not dissipate. Did the valet guy have an accident in the car as well? Where is this smell coming from? That’s when my wife reveled that she spilled some of her lunch, which included yogurt, into her lunch bag. She thought that she cleaned it out. But alas, some of it had gotten it a small compartment of the bar and had began to rot.
Upon this realization we went from being mad at the gassy valet to being embarrassed by a stinky car. We wondered what the valet was thinking? Maybe there’s some blog out there by this valet, talking about our stinky car or something? The moral of the story is, don’t tip free valet guys. Nah, I’m just kidding, the moral of the story is if you’re gonna valet, don’t pack your lunch that day.
This is weird I’m sure. Especially since this car did not do well here in the states and this is a little out of left field but, the UK website for the Volkswagon Phaeton is one of the most engrossing websites I’ve ever been to in my life. It might not be the most technologically advanced or best designed or whatever; but in terms of interactivity and imersion I think this site is top notch. The music is off the hook, the detail that went into the site seems to be indicative of the detail that VW put into the Phaeton. I know the US car buyers market is not deep enough to support an $80,000 VW but man, you gotta admit this car is awesome and so is the website.
Go GIANTS!!!!! Looking down the final stretch of this season, I had been saying that week 16 against the Pats was gonna be my Superbowl. Why? because the Pats had a light schedule towards the end of the season and I knew that Big Blue had a chance to win and stop the perfect season. Wining that game would have been enough for me. But we lost. Now, we have a chance to avenge that loss and put a damper on the Pats perfect post season, in Superbowl 42!!! This is absolutely incredible!
photo by www.thesnapclap.com
You know, the other day when it snowed, I took out my Canon Digital Rebel without hesitation. That camera ain’t weather shielded or nothin’. But, I took it out any. I look back on the places I’ve been with that camera and it’s like, wow, I really don’t worry about damaging the camera anymore; it goes where I want to take pictures. There’s something to be said for a good old faithful camera, you know? You know where all the features and control surfaces are. You’re all used to the ergonomics and everything, you know what I mean? There’s something to be said for that.
I know I’m due for another camera soon, and hopefully it’ll be sealed for the environment and have all sorts of fancy bells and whistles, but I’m sure it’ll be awhile before it supplants my good old trusty Rebel. I’ll be all ginger with the new camera, .. I’ll have it all protected and what not, . .won’t take it out in the rain and snow and sand and what not, but not Digital Rebel; That camera is a TANK. I dropped it the other day and it just kept on truckin’, you gotta love that. Maybe I shouldn’t even get a new camera, maybe I should get some ridiculous, 85mm f/1.2. or something insane like that.
I will say this much when I think about how much the new cameras are compared to what I paid for my rebel, it makes me sick. These cameras these days are so much cheaper then a few years ago, I paid like $1200 about five years ago for my Rebel. For, $1200 you can get a damn 40D, and for $200 more you can get this crazy vibration reducing kit lens! But you know what, the enjoyment I’ve gotten outta my rebel is priceless! So, at the end of the day, I’ll stick with old faithful.
Futon, by Roger Sizemore.
At any rate, one of the counties down here puzzled me. Its called Dekalb county. I wasn’t sure how to pronounce it, becasue it sounded like people down here pronounce it with a silent “L’ as in ‘Dekab’ county. However, I’m used to Dekalb Avenue in Brooklyn, where the ‘L’ is most certainly pronounced.
So I figured that, if they don’t pronounce the letter “L” in Dekalb, . . then Fulton County, where I live, must be pronounced “Futon” County, as in “pull-out-couch-county”
I think thats what this gaffitti in the picture above is all about.
