Everything you, you, you oughtta know....
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captainsblog(Little bit of Alanis Morisette humour there.)
Signing Day for our new Alanis, aka the Ioniq hybrid, is tomorrow. We thought it would be yesterday because that's when we were supposed to meet with Finance Guy, but that was just for the obligatory upsell on all the extras. They've realized over the years that people are onto the dealership scams about rustproofing and floor mats and all that, so they now iPad you with all that crap on one side, but the two "real necessities" preloaded into the price on the other. One, the prepurchase of the bumper-to-bumper service contract to match the 10/100,000 that comes included on the power train (this does include the computer, and the big battery is warrantied for life). Hard pass. We did get talked into the nine-buck upcharge for full tire protection, but I'm not signing for it until I see what, and more importantly where, that actually covers you for.
Eleanor cleaned Ziggy out this morning, his two keys and seven manuals are all ready to go back, and by this time tomorrow, Alanis will take his place in the garage- where I spent time yesterday clearing out even more crap to make room for her bigger-ness. This included moving the slag heap of dirt and stone left over from last summer's patio dig, known affectionately as "Poopy Boy" for its resemblance to the shit demon in Dogma. He's now over in front of my car.
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After leaving that, we headed into the city for a few errands. One was to pick up a bunch of meats at an old-school Italian place called Lorigo's. They're fresher and cheaper than even Wegmans, and the ambience is amazing. It's on the West Side, in an area virtually left for dead 20 years ago but which has largely been revitalized by refugees, many from Somalia. Lorigo's welcomes them with their food selections and signs in their vestibule. The whole neighborhood, anchored on lower Grant Street, has an incredibly funky beat to it, compared to the chi-chi rep that the Elmwood strip a block east has had since I first lived here. Just to contrast: both have tat parlors, but whereas Elmwood gives you "Seven Seas Tattoos," arrrrr, on Grant Street it's "Ink Assassins."
We then swung over to pick up dog food from Elmwood Pet Supplies. It's an institution in the neighborhood, something of a TARDIS in a small storefront space (there's even a dog wash now). Their long-beloved mural of the dog and cat driving there had gotten a little ratty-
- so it's been updated. I'd gone in search of a fairly specialty brand Pepper's been on since the fall. I could only get it before at a feed store with locations way to the north and south, but they had a smaller bag of a different flavor, and she likes it! Hey Mikey!
We ended the rounds seeing this on the way home:
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A couple of other things since my last post:
I mentioned being in Rochester Thursday, but not the strangest thing I saw that day:
That was my first law firm. Founded 42 years ago by one of the most brilliant minds in the entire legal community, who died two years into my tenure there, 33 years ago (and 12 years younger than I am now). I told one of my fellow former partners there that if I had the new car, I'd have driven it over to Mount Hope Cemetery and plugged it into Lloyd Relin's grave. The spinning would have charged it in minutes.
Friday turned quite wintry, and a little after 7 I drove over to Wegmans to clear Eleanor's car off (not an easy thing to do on crutches with the wind whipping). I then drove by the sign at the nearby reform shul advertising that night's Erev Shabbat- based on Bob Dylan songs. You KNOW where that got my mind going:
Oy Lady Oy
Rainy Day Bubbies #12 & 35
Positively Hester Street
The Shabbat Candle Times they Are-a Changin
Just Like a Shishka
and the biggest hit of all: Blowin' Shofar in the Wind.
This theme continued this morning, when I saw this sign on the way back from the dog park:
I went with the obvious, if secular, reaction of "What could possibly go wrong?" but was quickly reminded of perhaps the biggest laugh ever recorded in the 30ish years of Johnny Carson's Tonight Show:
The clip cuts it off (ouch) at the end, but Johnny's last words to Ed Ames were "Welcome to Frontier Bris."
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Oh, forgot the icon.
We finished our eight-film binge of all the Harry Potter movies last night. The last one was the only one we'd never acquired on DVD, and most of the ones we had were film only without special features. So I ordered the Blu-ray of Deathly Hallows II: Electricus Boogalusimoi, and we got to see not just the last film but a very touching special feature centering on the three actors who literally grew up in this series. All four of the directors, and most of the adult cast, including a couple who departed this earth during or after the series, were included in cameo recollections about Dan, Rupert and Emma. I'm glad to see all three of them still acting and being good people:)
Tonight, we've got First Man, about the moon landing. I'm sure Mrs. Gorsky will be pleased;)
Signing Day for our new Alanis, aka the Ioniq hybrid, is tomorrow. We thought it would be yesterday because that's when we were supposed to meet with Finance Guy, but that was just for the obligatory upsell on all the extras. They've realized over the years that people are onto the dealership scams about rustproofing and floor mats and all that, so they now iPad you with all that crap on one side, but the two "real necessities" preloaded into the price on the other. One, the prepurchase of the bumper-to-bumper service contract to match the 10/100,000 that comes included on the power train (this does include the computer, and the big battery is warrantied for life). Hard pass. We did get talked into the nine-buck upcharge for full tire protection, but I'm not signing for it until I see what, and more importantly where, that actually covers you for.
Eleanor cleaned Ziggy out this morning, his two keys and seven manuals are all ready to go back, and by this time tomorrow, Alanis will take his place in the garage- where I spent time yesterday clearing out even more crap to make room for her bigger-ness. This included moving the slag heap of dirt and stone left over from last summer's patio dig, known affectionately as "Poopy Boy" for its resemblance to the shit demon in Dogma. He's now over in front of my car.
----
After leaving that, we headed into the city for a few errands. One was to pick up a bunch of meats at an old-school Italian place called Lorigo's. They're fresher and cheaper than even Wegmans, and the ambience is amazing. It's on the West Side, in an area virtually left for dead 20 years ago but which has largely been revitalized by refugees, many from Somalia. Lorigo's welcomes them with their food selections and signs in their vestibule. The whole neighborhood, anchored on lower Grant Street, has an incredibly funky beat to it, compared to the chi-chi rep that the Elmwood strip a block east has had since I first lived here. Just to contrast: both have tat parlors, but whereas Elmwood gives you "Seven Seas Tattoos," arrrrr, on Grant Street it's "Ink Assassins."
We then swung over to pick up dog food from Elmwood Pet Supplies. It's an institution in the neighborhood, something of a TARDIS in a small storefront space (there's even a dog wash now). Their long-beloved mural of the dog and cat driving there had gotten a little ratty-
- so it's been updated. I'd gone in search of a fairly specialty brand Pepper's been on since the fall. I could only get it before at a feed store with locations way to the north and south, but they had a smaller bag of a different flavor, and she likes it! Hey Mikey!
We ended the rounds seeing this on the way home:
----
A couple of other things since my last post:
I mentioned being in Rochester Thursday, but not the strangest thing I saw that day:
That was my first law firm. Founded 42 years ago by one of the most brilliant minds in the entire legal community, who died two years into my tenure there, 33 years ago (and 12 years younger than I am now). I told one of my fellow former partners there that if I had the new car, I'd have driven it over to Mount Hope Cemetery and plugged it into Lloyd Relin's grave. The spinning would have charged it in minutes.
Friday turned quite wintry, and a little after 7 I drove over to Wegmans to clear Eleanor's car off (not an easy thing to do on crutches with the wind whipping). I then drove by the sign at the nearby reform shul advertising that night's Erev Shabbat- based on Bob Dylan songs. You KNOW where that got my mind going:
Oy Lady Oy
Rainy Day Bubbies #12 & 35
Positively Hester Street
The Shabbat Candle Times they Are-a Changin
Just Like a Shishka
and the biggest hit of all: Blowin' Shofar in the Wind.
This theme continued this morning, when I saw this sign on the way back from the dog park:
I went with the obvious, if secular, reaction of "What could possibly go wrong?" but was quickly reminded of perhaps the biggest laugh ever recorded in the 30ish years of Johnny Carson's Tonight Show:
The clip cuts it off (ouch) at the end, but Johnny's last words to Ed Ames were "Welcome to Frontier Bris."
----
Oh, forgot the icon.
We finished our eight-film binge of all the Harry Potter movies last night. The last one was the only one we'd never acquired on DVD, and most of the ones we had were film only without special features. So I ordered the Blu-ray of Deathly Hallows II: Electricus Boogalusimoi, and we got to see not just the last film but a very touching special feature centering on the three actors who literally grew up in this series. All four of the directors, and most of the adult cast, including a couple who departed this earth during or after the series, were included in cameo recollections about Dan, Rupert and Emma. I'm glad to see all three of them still acting and being good people:)
Tonight, we've got First Man, about the moon landing. I'm sure Mrs. Gorsky will be pleased;)