Nothing rhymes with April

[muckefuck]

It was a little taste of summer today. The mercury hit the 80s, the kids were out sunning themselves on the grass, and the Cubs have started their June Swoon just a bit early.

monshu's lucky I don't believe in jinxes. I came bounding into the bedroom earlier tonight to tell him that the Cards had just scored in the fifth to lead 2-0 against the Cubs. "Isn't that the same as what happened in that other game?" [Last Saturday's 5-7 loss.] I scolded him, saying "That's not what a supportive boyfriend would say!" Within two innings, the Cardinals had made two errors and the score was 3-3. I was glued to the television for the next couple hours until they pulled it out in the 8th. (Can't really cast stones what with Schumaker dropping a routine fly and all, but, really, how sucky do you have to be to let Pujols steal bases in back-to-back games?)

So, to recap, two things I need if I'm going to be watching Cards-Cubs games on a regular basis: (1) sympathetic boyfriend; (2) alternative audio so I don't have to keep listening to the suck that passes for calling in the bleak post-Brickhouse era. Usually the chuckleheads just babble on instead of, you know, describing the action on the field, but tonight they outdid themselves. When Pujols made it home, one of the nimrods said, "That's three for the Cardinals!" Um, they had three from the end of the fifth inning on, moron. But a win is a win, even when it's the fourth one in a row. (Beating the Cubs is nice for the bragging rights it gives over our neighbour, but sweeping the Mets is what warms the cockles of that 12 year-old's heart inside me.)

I should go easy on the Old Man, however. He was too sleepy for our planned trip to Andersonville, so I took him out to Uncommon Ground instead. On false pretences, as it turns out: They were the only place around that has outdoor seating, but I don't know what made me think they left it out all year round. It also turns out we'd stayed away just long enough for me to forget what ruined the meal I had there before. When my pork belly arrived dried out, I thought That's right, didn't they fuck up the meat then, too? Looking back, I see that they did, but what really exasperated me was the burnt cornbread, so it turns out I can't blame them after all for the Heartland Cafe mistake of letting the vegetarians cook the meat.

I lacked the conviction to send it back when I should've, but still whined about it anyway, which caused our server to softheartedly comp both my beer and our dessert. "You really don't want me to leave in a bad mood, do you?" I told her. And I didn't, but I'm really tired of paying $20 for a piece of meat and have it turn out more poorly than at someplace which would've charged me half as much for a more generous portion. Bitch, gripe, moan. I blame my pissiness on something in the air. After all, the couple right next to us got into an argument in front of their young child and, on the back porch earlier that evening, our neighbour was cursing his wife into his Bluetooth receiver. Seriously, people, what about doing your laundry at home?

Comments

[tekalynn.livejournal.com]

"jape will"?

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

Um...use it in a sentence?

[tekalynn.livejournal.com]

Dang, now I have to prove my work. Let me get back to you on that.

On a rainy day in April
Every zany with a jape will
Slide a tiny little rill
Down the back of some damfool's neck with an umbrella
And cackle.

Look, I didn't say it was a *good* rhyme.

TWO THINGS...

[darkphuque.livejournal.com]

OF DINOSAURS...

I am almost 65 yrs old and have been to one professional baseball game, It was at Wrigley Field and I was in my mid 20's. I don't think I have ever been more board in my life.

In my day, in Chicago at any rate, of the many men that I knew there was only one sports fan, and he was a bit of a dweeb. There was no punch spot on one's Queer Card for such activities, so it was considered uncool for a Gay Boy to be a sports fan. Today its so much different and that why I often call myself a Dinosaur... a breed of Gay Man that seems to be becoming extinct. LOL, the only punch on my Queer Card that never got punched was "Show Tunes". Like all good classic queers, I arrange flowers, cook, have a cat, like opera (especially Russian and Armenian) like classical music, and have a good set of claws.

I guess there is enjoyment to be found ion many venues that Gay men of my generation wouldn't have considered "correct".

Today, there are Gay Sports teams and I guess that that is great.... I guess its called "mainstreaming", and we are probably better off for it. You, Daniel, along with a lot of my other friends represent the New Breed of Queer, and again, I think we are better for it… but sometimes its nice to be old and reminisce.

The only sports I have ever watched voluntarily was Australian Foot Ball. But its really all those hot thighs and the unabridged violence that occurs. I have often said that American Foot ball would be more fun if they didn't wear all that equipment. *evil grin*

OF POOR RESTAURANT FOOD.
I am in food service and deal with both customers and cooks!
I know its not considered PC to send your food back when it appears on table ill prepared. But that is wrong! Would you accept a pair of shoes that were 2 sizes too big, just because the sales person brought them to you? Damn right you wouldn't. You are spending good money on something that is supposed to be satisfying and the restaurant owner is supposed to be selling a prime product. Its not the server's fault that the food is ill prepared, but he/she is the middle man (errrr person) that has to deal with a displeased customer and the arrogant cook. When I am eating in a restaurant that is NOT my problem. If the meat is not what it ought to be, then they shouldn't be serving it. If the corn bread is burned it belongs in the garbage. After all, whose money is it? What I find so difficult to believe is that a server (who should want to please his/her customer) would bring a burned piece of corn bread to the table. Aren't servers "tip driven"? Where is their professionalism? A plate should never leave the kitchen if it is poorly done, and every cook or chef knows that. You might have been a reviewer for a famous food magazine, or a secret shopper... Your poorly prepared dish could cost someone their job and it should!!!!

Sometimes politically correct is ok... but not when it comes to what you put into your stomach and the price you paid for it. Daniel, I thought you had more guts.... NO!! Actually, I like your gut just as it is!!! LOL *evil grin*

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

I grew up in a household where we were all very critical of each other, so I always worry about being too picky. Generally, if I get served a bad meal, unless it's seriously inedible (like that undercooked chicken last year), I just suck it up and then don't go back. But it's tough to avoid this place because it really is one of the few good restaurants around. So I figure I either need to (a) figure out what dishes the kitchen really can turn out flawlessly and simply stick to those or (b) come prepared to send something back every other time we go there. The latter is hard for me, because it's just not the way I was raised, but I can't justify paying the prices they're asking there otherwise.

On baseball: It's funny to hear you describe this as a generational thing, because I probably wouldn't be into baseball at all if not for my ex Nuphy, who is at least your age or older. Until I met him, I'd also only been to one ball game and been bored out of my life, but I did have fond memories of the 1982 and 1985 World Series. Without me even realising it, he taught me how to watch a ball game and get something out it. So about six years ago when I starting going to a gay bar that broadcast the playoffs, I was surprised to discover I could get into it. (monshu--who's cut from much the same cloth as you--calls me "my little jock" when he sees me getting excited over a game.)

But I suppose I am sort of "post queer" in other ways, in that I was always into things--nature, science fiction, punk, fat old guys, etc.--that weren't a part of the traditional gay aesthetic.

Alternate Audio

[bunj.livejournal.com]

Gameday Audio on mlb.com is only $15 for a whole year. You can get audio for any game, either home or away (so even when the Cards are on the road, you can get Shannon and Rooney). I realize your computer is in a different room from your TV, so, for the Cubs/Cards games, you may try muting the TV and turning on the radio. Pat and Ron are better than the smucks on TV.

By the way, Monday's game against the Braves is on ESPN starting at 6:00.