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captainsblog) wrote2011-05-05 08:51 pm
captainsblog) wrote2011-05-05 08:51 pm
Adden-duhs
* Eleanor worked until 7 tonight, and she'd asked (or leastways I thought she'd asked) for me to get pizza from Great Northern, a WNY chain of some note. While waiting to pick it up, a guy was ordering his dinner with his wife and kids, and he was wearing a golf shirt with the name of the landscape business owned by the nephew of our now nursing homebound neighbor who's had her house on the market for months. He didn't look familiar, so I asked if he worked with anyone from Vinnie's family. "Never heard of him," he said (or her, either); turns out he founded the original "Curb Appeal" landscrape company in these parts and these other folks just stole the name from him.
Awk-warrrrrd.
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* Said pizza was delicious, although I'm pretty sure a dog managed to scarf one of my slices in record time.
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* Passed some of the pizza-eating time out in the greenhouse; after it got a bit too cold out there for Eleanor, I hung out a bit longer reading our alt-weekly, featuring a letter to the editor kindasorta banging on Wegmans for their overly wingnut choices of featured hardcovers in their (probably contracted-out) book department. All the same, the author asserted he'd still be shopping there, given the lack of any meaningful competition around here from Joe's or Whole Paycheck, and certainly not that of the actual competing supermarket chain:
As a Catskill mountain boy, I first heard of Wegmans in college after I made a bunch of friends from Rochester. The glowing words they used to describe it had me convinced that Wegmans was a very special place. They also talked about Tops, and sang the truly Western New York tune “Tops never mops.”
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* When we eat out in the greenhouse, if not jonesing for a particular CD, we'll usually listen to Jazz.FM from Toronto. The signal itself doesn't pick up on the boom-boxy-sized rack system we have out there, but we can still listen by running the Jazz.FM app on my phone and plugging a pickup cord into its headphone jack. That-all went fine tonight, except that when I came in here just now, my phone emailed me from the app to say "Check out the JAZZ.FM91 iPhone app at www.jazz.fm/listen."
There was no human interaction involved in the sending of this message, but I do suspect a particular cat's ass seen in the general vicinity of the app icon on the phone desktop. Hey- at least she didn't scarf one of my gorram slices:P
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* After four straight days of court appearances and client appointments, I have a whole day of blissful nothingness tomorrow. My messy desk looks forward to this.
Awk-warrrrrd.
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* Said pizza was delicious, although I'm pretty sure a dog managed to scarf one of my slices in record time.
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* Passed some of the pizza-eating time out in the greenhouse; after it got a bit too cold out there for Eleanor, I hung out a bit longer reading our alt-weekly, featuring a letter to the editor kindasorta banging on Wegmans for their overly wingnut choices of featured hardcovers in their (probably contracted-out) book department. All the same, the author asserted he'd still be shopping there, given the lack of any meaningful competition around here from Joe's or Whole Paycheck, and certainly not that of the actual competing supermarket chain:
As a Catskill mountain boy, I first heard of Wegmans in college after I made a bunch of friends from Rochester. The glowing words they used to describe it had me convinced that Wegmans was a very special place. They also talked about Tops, and sang the truly Western New York tune “Tops never mops.”
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* When we eat out in the greenhouse, if not jonesing for a particular CD, we'll usually listen to Jazz.FM from Toronto. The signal itself doesn't pick up on the boom-boxy-sized rack system we have out there, but we can still listen by running the Jazz.FM app on my phone and plugging a pickup cord into its headphone jack. That-all went fine tonight, except that when I came in here just now, my phone emailed me from the app to say "Check out the JAZZ.FM91 iPhone app at www.jazz.fm/listen."
There was no human interaction involved in the sending of this message, but I do suspect a particular cat's ass seen in the general vicinity of the app icon on the phone desktop. Hey- at least she didn't scarf one of my gorram slices:P
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* After four straight days of court appearances and client appointments, I have a whole day of blissful nothingness tomorrow. My messy desk looks forward to this.
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Any thoughts on his actual complaint? I'd noticed this, too (even posted about it when I saw a Broken-not-THAT-Broken title in their aisles), but I don't think there's anything to be done about such pandering to the hoi paloi. I'm sure to Danny and Colleen W., the only reason for dedicating that space to books is to HAVE a book section, and it's a bit much to expect their lessee to offer a balanced and intelligent selection when people like you and me would rarely waste time in a supermarket to buy such things anyway.
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