It's My Party and I'll Complain If I Want To Complaint Thread
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I've missed these tidbits of imagery when you were gone!
Dana
Happy Independence Day, everyone here in the U.S.!
Dana
I woke up from my own snoring
Complaint: Dry socket where I had a tooth pulled and a screw inserted in prep for an implant. Pain bad.
Non-complaint: Meds good.
So that's what that noise was.
TY
Being alone in the room I thought it was me.
I didn’t check under the bed or in the closet.
4th of July. Sometime around noon I'm going out to find me a hot dog. Can't have the 4th of July without a hot dog, mustard, ketsup* & pickle relish.
Lots of people hurrying to holiday locations. I took a drive yesterday and the local Interstate (I-86) was packed with cars. Well, I say "packed" only because around here the 4-lane artery that takes one quickly through this rural area normally has one car about every mile during the busiest part of the day. But yesterday the road carried a car about every 500 feet all zooming along at 65 or 70mph, and one actually had to time one's entry into the traffic from the ramp.
I've lived in Washington, DC and used to drive the I-x95 beltway roads around the city and the I-66 into the city. So, I know what "packed" really means. "Packed" there, means make sure you bring your book or some knitting with you.
* (Ketsup with a "k" because if its spelled with a "c" it's not made by Heinz)
HBD USA :)
I have a roommate so she snores and that wakes me up.
I think the snoring you heard was the baby dragons hiding under your bed. They just hatched while you were at work or doing groceries or something.
that's what packed is like here, too, LG. In the Greater Boston area, it's terrible on any given day of the week. I used to work in Needham, which isn't even Boston proper. But Rte. 128, called the Silicon Valley of the east, gets backed up every morning. A drive that would take me 40 minutes during off hours, would take me at least an hour during "rush hour". Most of Rte. 128 is 3 lanes, but during rush hour it's 4 lanes. Yes, they drive at full speed in the breakdown lane. If someone actually breaks down, there goes your morning drive! At work, I had a window seat, the last 3.75 years I worked up there, that looked out onto Rte. 128. I would see the same car there a half hour later sometimes. I took the exit just before that area and took the city roads into work. The back ups always got worse right at the next exit, which was about a hundred feet past the building. 128 is 2 lanes at that point and turns into 3 lanes just past that exit. I believe they've been working on adding a lane so that it will better handle the traffic. Good luck with that. It seems it's worse every year, even after an economic downturn, there's more traffic. All the time, now. I can't believe it. When I first started working up there, I was stunned by people going full speed in the breakdown lane. I found out it is allowed between 6:00 am and 10:00 am, and again between 3:00 pm and 7:00 pm. But, one accident and everything comes to a hault. 15 minutes to go a quarter mile sometimes.
But lately, Rte. 24 gets north and south gets backed up like that. But they don't allow driving in the breakdown lane. A few miles north of my exit, it turns from 3 lanes into 2 lanes, and stays that way all the way south into Rhode Island, which is a little more than a half hour from here. I've learned to take back roads across the city to get to places like BJ's or Lowe's or to visit a friend that lives on the northwestern side of the city. Because one accident in that area where the lane drops can trap you for a long time. I've sat in that traffic, just a few miles from home, for over an hour sometimes!
Dana
Love this one! Homer might get a giggle
Noooo... Nooo... No... Dats not a hot dawg... Ya gotta have dem red onions and da sauerkraut...
Well, if it's gonna be a real New York hot dog...
It's gotta be cooked in old grey water that's been handed down for generations from hot dog man to hot dog man... The essence of a million pigs, horses and platypuses infused throughout.
It can not be idly placed on the bun with tongs (or thongs... I forget which ones are the metal grabber things)...
No... The hot dog master must handle the wiener with his filthy hands... I probably should have said frankfurter... That might be conjuring different imagery... But anyway...
For the gastronomic delight that is the only true hot dog on this planet (Palifraxian "Pig Stix" are a good substitute, but in Palifrax "Pig" is a shrimp like beetle kinda thing that wallows in sewage... So... I don't really know why I brought that up other than they taste a lot like NYC hot dog cart dogs... If you can get past the wallowing in sewage thing... Which I probably shouldn't have mentioned... Not that Palifraxian anythings are readily available on earth at the present time)... Anyway...
Only by handling your wiener with his filthy hands... Sorry... Only by handling the frankfurter with his filthy hands, can one hope to absorb the essence of the true NYC hot dog experience... The fly hot dog man swatted... The armpit he keeps scratching... The rest room wall he was leaning on... The hot dog water rat he was petting earlier (they are specially trained to paddle about in the water at the end of the day to keep the water moving and prevent it from solidifying or reaching critical nitrate mass which might result in a "wiener water fire", like the one that burned down Luxembourgtown in lower Manhattan in 1916)... The filthy smock that he keeps wiping his hands on, which has never been washed in generations... Which bears the essence and sweat of hundreds, if not thousands of hot dog men...
Yes... They may sell "essence of hot dog man" in fancy boutique foodie stores, claiming to be made from "the drippings hand wrung from only the dampest smocks of the dampest hot dog men of NYC"... But I assure you, they are mostly just badger sweat and old sock water, because no real hot dog man would part with his smock unless someone offered him money for it or something... No drippings squeezed from any sweaty mammals or soggy footwear can remotely hope to substitute for that culinary bouquet of flavors.
And don't let anyone tell you that NYC hot dogs "aren't what they used to be"... I'm not suggesting you hit them with a chair or something before they finish their sentence... I mean "don't believe that"... That's falafel cart propaganda... Even if an extraterrestrial mole rat thing (Hvjindac? Hvjindakian?... Megh, "mole rat men")... Even if one of those mole rat guys sells you a hot dog, it is part of the continuing evolution of the flavor of the NYC hot dog.
Sure, the "original" NYC hot dogs may have only been pig and horse, and maybe the smocks and the hot dog water were less sweaty and ratty back then, but what is the real NYC hot dog known throughout the galaxy is the product, literally of the sweat and flavors of generations of "hot dog men" and hundred of different species and their drippings.
You know, when I read that back... There is probably a lot of stuff I shouldn't have said if I wanted to encourage someone to actually eat a NYC hot dog... Actually most of what I said... Actually... Ignore everything past "sauerkraut".
I'm just saying that although other cities and planets may have their own iconic versions of what is an approximation of a "hot dog", the most complete bouquet of flavors and bacterium of any of these foods are the NYC hot dogs... They are the culmination of the flavors of countless species and civilizations from across the galaxy, the likes of which can be found nowhere else... Except maybe in the Jellied Eels of good old London and the Bobalark extrusions of Pizpotintoc.
And it's really not fair to bring eels and bobalarks into a discussion about multi species extruded meat products... I mean where do you even get real bobalark extrusions or questionable jellied eels anymore?
Nowadays it's all about "food safety" and "avoiding plagues"...
Pffft... If I wanted to "play it safe" I wouldn't have invented Bee Pants™ or the Scorpion Pillow™... And I thank all these stupid foodie shows and books for that stupid concept.
Nowadays the foodies will tell you, you have to go to a little stall in Nepal to get the only real Momo, hand dumplinged by the one eyed man with the parrot... Or that guy with the only chile cart in all of Denmark, who walked all the way from El Salvador just to fulfill his childhood dream of walking to Denmark to sell overcooked beans...
You can't just have a cup of coffee, it has to be made from an exotic bean grown somewhere exotic and plucked from the droppings of some catlike mammal, then each bean has to be individually hand roasted and ground with a special silver bean grinder...
Bah... Real coffee is swept off the factory floor with the rat hairs and shoe crumbs of the coffee stompers...
And what is street vendor food now anyway? It's "gourmet" food... Most of it isn't even sold out of wagons, carts, small stalls or wheeled troughs anymore... Everything comes from a food truck or some sanitized modern stainless steel mobile booth...
What of the drippings, sweat and bacteria that made street food like hot dogs, philly cheese steaks and kebabs the gritty (literally) and bacterially wholesome foods they were.
No, now you get healthy $28 gourmet sandwiches served completely plague-free from polite food truck people who you are more likely to see featured on some episode of a stupid Food Channel show, than in a police lineup or wanted poster.
What the hell, man... Really... That's not street food.
But I digress...
I started this all on the subject of NYC hot dogs... Which if you've had all your shots and inoculations, and are in relatively great health and not subject to seizures or have never been bitten by a rabid platypus, are really the best hot dogs you can find on earth, that probably won't kill you outright.
But you have to eat them with the brownish mustard, the sauerkraut and red onion slop on the stale bun... Or seriously they'll just kill you right away.
I believe adding those components acts as some sort of antidote to the rat sweat and horse hoof jam toxins.
Yeah, that's it... If you are ever in NYC, you have to try one... They aren't as easy to find as they used to be, now it's mostly Shawarma-mobiles and Sheebooshkablobalob Foodbots (unless you are reading this before 2085)... But if you come across one in some dark alley or if you are being chased through the sewers by hungry C.H.U.Ds, you really have to stop and grab one...
Seriously, if not for the taste experience, to save your life... Those hot dogs are to C.H.U.Ds, like garlic is to old fashioned vampires (not the sparkly shirtless teenage ones).
Well... Enough... Cheers and beers, till later.
Complaint: Lots of folks here swing down to Mexico and pick up all kinds of fireworks.The parking lot behind my townhouse is a favorite spot for setting them off. They are the real McCoy- big- Disneysized fireworks and rattle the windows, sounding like bombs. Even the cats are terrified. Already been going off all morning...
Non Complaint- beautiful sparkly eye candy, laughing kids with a giant sparkler in 1 hand and a hotdog in the other.
I've been to NYC enough to believe that it's the hot dogs (frankfurters, whatever) that make NYC people behave like NYC people. It causes a crust that builds up on their skin, affects their accent, attitude and vision to make them unmistakably and forever branded as NYC creatures incapable of envisioning a fulfilling life outside of the city.
Complaint: I found my hot dog, but no pickle relish.
Drove up to the top of the lake and had to wait in traffic for a holiday parade to pass by. Then found public lakeside celebrations going on with BBQ, live music (if you want to call it that), and other various types of food & drink concessions along with boat docking, picnic tables, bouncy tents, etc. I searched the entire site but could not see anyplace that sold hot dogs until after I'd given up in frustration and was on my way back to the car. I had to endure the ear shattering guitar noise right next to the tiny concession tent but I got my $3 hot dog sans pickle relish. I did substitute onion for the relish though. They did have spicy mustard but the red stuff was "catsup" not "ketsup". 
However, I put on my man pants and suffered the difference without tantrum.
Then of course right as I drove out of the celebration area and was back on the road down the lake, about 500 yards away was a booth on the side of the road advertising "Free Hot Dogs".
I bet they had pickle relish. 
...been to Germany and most Frankfurters (residents of Frankfurt) generally don't appreciate being handled with dirty hands.
That said I totally agree about coffee. The other week I stopped by what was an alleged "coffee shop" (not the "Evil Mermaid Empire" either) for a cup, however on their menus there was just about every caffeinated (and decaffeinated) mochafrappacanolatte drink imaginable, save for just good plain ol' coffee. Guess that's just life here on the Left Coast these days.
What ever happened to the 25¢ or even 50¢ cup of coffee anyway? Crikey all these fancy coffee drinks cost as much, in some cases more, than a pint of good beer and you don't even get a refill. Even when you find just plain coffee, it's around 2$ and 50¢ for a refill.
Speaking of New York, we used to have this chain of bagel shops (Noah's) which not only made their bagels in house (boiling them before baking) but also had their "New York" coffee which I could drink cup after cup of and just get nicely buzzed instead of shaking more than a washing machine with 5 pairs of jeans all on one side of the tub during the spin cycle. Sadly they were bought out by another chain that did everything wrong and eventually went under. When they were still a Noah's, you had to wait in line to get served and then hope there was an open table. After they changed hands you were lucky to see a handful of people in there even during what would normally busy times when it was a Noah's.
As to hot doggies, I prefer them grilled in a skillet with a bit of butter, topped with onions, sweet pickle relish, a bit of shredded sharp cheddar, and that sinus clearing British mustard.on them. Sauerkraut and stone ground mustard, that's for Bratwurst and Kielbasa.
I lost my appetite after that rant. I will probably never get a NYC hot dog! I don't like sauerkraut. I'm more of a burger man, anyway. I'll have a hot dog now and then, though. And Diane makes this recipe called Hot Dog Stew. It's actually more of a soup. Really good, though. OK, my appetite is coming ack now.
Dana
my laundry taken forevah to dry in these humids
Non-complaint: I just received an e-mail advising me that there was something wrong with my AmericanExpress credit card account. "Ha-ha" I says! They were trying to fool me, but I don't have an AmericanExpress credit card account. This means that I'm still savvy enough to remember that I don't have an AmericanExpress credit card account. Yea! Try again in another couple years guys.
...all those end up in the
folder. I occasionally get an email from some insurance company trying to sell me a policy I don't need so they get sent to the Spam can as well.
Morning. Antarctic cold wind from the south blowing a storm in so the big difference between night and day is the scent of rain, a few drops have been falling on grateful gardens but is unremittingly gloomy and dim a while after dawn here :)
It's VERY difficult to attach butterfly valves to the little critters. They can't fly and forget about mating and procreating!
I'm looking forward to planting more butterfly host and nectar plants around my house. People used to make comments about the flowers and butterflies all around my house. When you plant for serious attraction, then they will come in SERIOUS numbers, and that's awesome!
it doesn't feel like a thursday. or a thor's day.
hard to describe how a thursday feels, but today isn't it.
actually, doesn't feel like a today either.
feels like a day out of time.
probed by a alien day.
Complaint:
What the hell stores? I went to Target today and apparently summer is over...
They are removing the outdoor summer stuff and a whole bunch of other seasonal stuff is gone...
IT'S BACK TO SCHOOL KIDDIES!!
One of my daughters reaction was "WHAT!? We just got out of school two weeks ago!!"
So stores lament they can't sell merchandise in a brick and mortar location, but they keep so far ahead of a season that only proactive people actually get the items before the season begins, but once the season does begin, normal people are SOL if they need an item for that current season.
Are humans naturally proactive? Do humans love to plan ahead?... No, most people wait till the boat is sinking to even begin to contemplate bailing it out... Most people shop the same way.
So if I need a replacement grill cover, flip-flops, pool net, stupid novelty tiki glasses, or other summer crap, I now have to shop for it online.
I'm sure this has been careful researched and there are colorful charts with lines going up and down and algorithms that track trends and focus groups that prove people want to buy Christmas lights in June, but none of that will ever convince me that is actually how it works or that is the smartest way of running a store.
Its dumb, everyone knows it's dumb and on top of that it's incredibly inconvenient.
Butterflies can be nosy sometimes:
Some stores just don't get their customers. JC Penney had problems with that. That's why they've closed so many stores. They had good stuff, but their prices were too high.
It's sad that now you can't even get some things locally, we're forced to go online for stuff now.
Dana
...yep.
...I saw yule lights being put on the shelves in one store already.
Wonder if the hot dog canine outfit will be a promotional item tomorrow?