Ich bin ein Berliner

Gees, Susan, there may or may not be a Santa Clause, but the Bud Wagon is pulled by Clydesdales, not Percherons...and while I will whimsically, casually, carelessly jump onto any ol bandwagon I am a true-blue Beer Snob and will not jump onto a Bud Wagon.... And brand of horse not truly relevant....those are both REALLY REALLY big horses and I believe there are insufficient funds .......

(I get a lotta mail with documents enclosed marked as such, so I know what I am talking about) in the campaign budget
http://journeyswithjood.blogspot.com/
to provide for and an adequate number of pails and shovels to clean up after all the horse-shit. Now, campaigns may be fueled with bull-shit but all horse shit needs to be collected, removed and composted. So, Susan, I gotza problem wit dem big horses...if we use more than two, we have to downsize them


However, Susan, your note did get me to thinking..... and that is dangerous, please give me some room.... that while the campaign is going great..... except for the VP candidate playing 'catch-up' with hubby..
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*Break me up! Never heard it called 'catch-up' before! Gees!*
..the ticket of Jood/Nunly does NOT have a political party NAME. And that's a gotta be fixed! Well, I thought for a moment that we could call it the Pail&Shovel Party..... but that was done before in 1979 by




some very cool dudes at the UW-Madison campus. And they did fulfill the most ambitious of all their campaign promises, mainly, bringing the

Statue of Liberty to Madison. Now we could just steal the name and recycle it, or we could invent a new name.......and Wowsers.....I betcha there would be a bunch a good suggestions. So, Susan, as the Director of Refreshments, I delegate that job to you. Now you may very well ask where do I get the authority to assign you such a job, but you will not get an answer. I am the Director of Refreshment and as such am way above giving answers.


I think, too, that the campaign needs a very specific, very do-able goal. Like, say, tearing down the Berlin Wall. I don't think it should be too difficult. Someone just needs to have the verve to stand up to the USSR and say, " Mr. Gorbachev , tear down this wall." It really shouldn't be that hard. And if they don't want to tear it down, maybe we could trade for it, ya know, like we will give them Shea Stadium; they are gonna tear it http://mysaturdayeveningpost.blogspot.com/

and New York could sure use it to keep all the illegal aliens from Jersey out.

Ok, Susan, I gotzta say no to the big horses thing.

The campaign has much more important things to accomplish and heavier considerations to weigh...... like..... is a doughnut better with custard filling....or jelly.



Ich bin ein Randaler.


*A Wowsers UPDATE..... pending Candidates approval.....The Jood/Nunly campaign is running on the

Shit From Shinola Party Ticket!

* Just to help differentiate.... This is Shinola









And this is shit....

GET OUT&VOTE&STUFF

OK. I try not to do politics.But good old Diva Jood from Journeys with Jood and Nunly from Bad Habits have decided to run for Prezidint and Vice-Prezidint. On a third party ticket.

(Frankly it should be a fifth-party ticket-they bring the fifth ana we all party.)

It dawned on me that if elected they would need transportation. Not some ritzy jet or gas guzzling bus, but a method of getting about the purple mountains majesty and the amber waves of grain...from sea to shining sea. Something eco-friendly and in tune with conserving fossil fuels.I have consulted with friends, greased a few palms and am pleased and proud to invest upon them a way to get about and campaign.....

Air Horse 1*

*pail and shovel not included.

I'll gladly pay you tuesday for a hamburger today

Sunday was a busy day. I think I am still recovering. I got in an early morning bike ride and a stop at the New Moon for some coffee and a cheese scone.

The Moon is a mellow place on a Sunday morning, opens early and I have a nasty habit of waking up early, no matter how late I am up, so it is nice to be able to get a paper and coffee and use the wireless to check blogs.

It really is a nice cozy spot, Jazz on the stereo and Vanessa or Meaghan usually work on Sunday mornings and they know me and I know them and it's a nice kick back place where no one freaks out if you take your sandals off.

The real deal, though, is that I had promised I would take Miriam out for lunch, and, in honor of her past birthday.....anywhere she wanted to go.

So she picks this place on the frontage road...by the freeway.....gourmet something burgers.

Now I like a good burger. Just a flat out hamburger on a nice bakery bun, little ketchup. Just plain old burger with a cup of coffee. It can be a thing of beauty in it's simplicity. I grok a good burger.

Ok. So we go to this place she has been bugging me about for a year or so, Red Robin. Now as soon as we hit the parking lot, I don't like this place. It is a franchise and I really hate franchises. And as soon as we walk in the door, I loathe it. The decor reminds me of a McDonalds on steroids. A fucking overload of bland. Brightly lit. I mean, nothing was bad, it was clean and everything, but it just was, I dunno, dumb. No real charm, just fake, plastic-tiky.

Ok, I'm with Miriam and this is where she wanted to go and I'm gonna be a good dude and not say anything, ah, nasty, or critical. Just keep my mouth shut. Which is gonna be hard cause as soon as I look at the menu and notice that all the "burgers' are nine bucks and up...well, gees!....and there is no BURGER on the menu. NO PLAIN BURGER!! Now, what is up with that????? They have names like '5Alarm Burger' & 'Banzai Burger'& 'Guacamole Bacon Burger' & 'Whiskey River BBQ Burger'. Shit!!!! I wanted a hamburger....not some shit burfger. Wowsers....like knock me down and piss on me!!! A Hamburger!!! And I'm looking at the photos in the menu and it's like I'm looking at some air-brush porn or sumptin! This stuff comes with shit I cannot pronounce.....and other stuff I really don't want on a hamburger....pineapple chunks and strange flavored mayo and sushi sauce. Seriously, it was like looking at a bunch of whores hanging out at a Maytag Repairman convention. Sheesh!!

Ok. Miriam talks me into ordering some onion rings, too. $8 for onion rings!

Like, what is in that batter, gold??? The price was really $7.99----and what is up with that??! $7.99 IS 8 buckeroos....they think I'm stooopid or something?

But I am being a nice guy and keeping my mouth shut and not complaining cause the kid picked the place out &all. We're chatting and chuckling and she is telling me all the stuff she wants to talk about; her brother is a schumk and lost her cell phone charger and Mickey is pissed at Kara cause Kara didn't tell her some stuff she was supposed to and Kara is blaming Miriam........and I love the kid to death so I am just nodding and grinning and it's a nice talk, but the place is just making me feel numb, like I ate a couple of qualudes and the place is full of people, but I just can't escape this vacant feeling.

Well, the food shows up and I gotta pretend it is food, cause Fuck-me-Jesus-in-a-bathtub, it sure isn't any burgers that I recognize and they are as big as the State-O-Maine and I take one look and I know I have as much chance of eating that whole thing as I do of humping a buffalo in the middle of a stampede. Wowsers!

Gees, I was wishing I was back at the Moon.

And , Holy-Mother-of-Pearl! These burgers have so much shit on 'em you can hardly tell where the meat is! Much less taste the meat!

All right. Maybe I am out of touch with some things in the world today. Could be I am just a simple guy. I think that may be a good thing. Or maybe not. But that joint is not gonna see my shoes walk in anytime soon. It kind of reminded me why I don't watch a lotta TV anymore, or listen to politicans much. There just seems to be a lot of shit wrapped around what it is I really want where every I go. What ever I want to buy.

But I know the next time I really want a hamburger I am going down the the corner of Merritt and Bowen to Ratch&Deb's and get a real hamburger. Shoot the shit with the waitress that calls me 'Honey'.

Three bucks. Ketchup. No extra charge iffen I wanted fried onions on it.

Bubba&God

Bubba and I had a good afternoon. He has invited me to be on his radio show tomorrrrrrrow night....it is on streaming audio...chechkkx the link on the left....http://www.uwosh.edu/wrst/ 8 cdt..... I get to be the guest. God. Shit, I am so excited.....he is letting me be God. It is so gratifing when a son reaches truth and understanding.

All rightie-Di-Dee. I am burned out. This staying out late and listening to rock&roll at the river until 11:30 and getting up at 5:30 stuff is burning me out. But it's summer....and they can be short here up Nort, so ya gotta do as much as you can when you can, cause it is real difficult to hang around outside in January and February is not worth talking about. Anyways, I think I was supposed to bring in donuts today, but I ate 'em all on the way to the office. Too bad for anyone else that wanted one. I ate 'em and don't feel a lick of guilt for doing it! So there! Ok, the deal is that Anita and Ms. Jood and Randal started talking about favorite non-alcoholic thirst quenchers &stuff and it reminded me that we have some pretty-gosh-darn good ones right here in beautiful DownTown Wisconsin. Most are made by the local brewing companies that figured out that 'hey, what the hell, we gots all these bottles and stuff and we don't have to put beer in all of 'em' so they started making some sod-ee pop. And root beer is big on the list. Gees, even the NY Times has figgered it out

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/06/25/dining/25root.html?_r=1&pagewanted=2&oref=slogin

Now I sure am hoping that getting a good Root beer made, more or less, in the old neighborhood is not something special just around these here parts, cause that sure would be a shame&stuff.

My favorite and the one that the Times ranked #1 out of twenty-five is made by the Sprecher Brewing company, one of the first micro-breweries in Wisconsin. The Beer is excellent and the root beer is to die for. The Stevens Point Brewery makes a vanilla cream that is almost as good as sex and certainly good after sex, you pick 'em.

Gray's Brewing from Janesville makes one of the best Oatmeal Stouts that I have ever tasted and after mowing the lawn, the orange cream soda can't be beat. It is so good that, gees, screw mowing the lawn in the first place!

OK. I am just typing this up as I go. I don't have an agenda and I am just rambling. So What! The deal is I really really really

do not like mass produced tastes-like-the same-old shit kinda stuff and try to get away from it as much as possible. I don't buy Coke products.....or Pepsi or Miller or Budweiser or Coors....... and I try as much as possible to patronize local anything..... including chocolates....

http://travel.nytimes.com/2008/02/08/travel/escapes/08candy.html?pagewanted=all

But I do read the NY Times. They know the real stuff when the taste it!

Sorry about the donuts. And I will vote for you, too, Jood. Is ME on the ticket? Or is she driving to Wisconsin for some chocolate? Tomorrow I'm grilling some Wisconsin Bratwurst....eat your hearts Vegans!

Great Balls of Fire

Now don't get me wrong. I like the dude. A lot. Great quarterback. Without a doubt one of the best to ever play the game. Hall of Fame. Yadda-yadda-yadda, but if you live in Wisconsin and Lambeau Field is only an hour drive......you get sick to death of hearing stories of whether or not ol Brett is gonna retire. Ad nauseum. I love football only slightly less than I love beer and a tad more than I love cheese, but gimmee a break!!! Retire already....just so I don't have to listen to this shit over and over and over.........
Anyways. I didn't want to write about Brett Favre. He can figure out his own life without my help or opinion. I wanted to tell you about another old dude, a good friend of mine, Joe.

He is an analyst at the local University's Test and Evaluation Center, basically evaluating tests that the professors&such like educators use. A post at Journeys with Jood reminded me that I had not talked with him for a couple of weeks. One of his pet peeves, and a subject that really throws him into a rant, is Bush's 'No Child Left Behind' program, which Joe dismissively calls, 'No Child Left With a Mind'. Jood did an excellent post. Go read it.

The real deal is that I remembered that tonight we were going to Waterfest to listenPaul Sanchez & The New Orleans Rolling Road Show, Joe & I, and that he and I hadn't talkedfor awhile cause he was doing his annual golf trip through Canada. The Dude loves golf. Does it three or four times a week. He also likes to drink good beer, porters mostly, talk witty and insult me. When he excessively indulges in the former the quality of the latter is way off the charts. Fun is Joe on the barstool next to you.
So we meet for a couple of beers; he shows me photos and score cards from the different Canadian courses in Alberta, Saskatchewan and BC, describing the beauty of not only Canada and the courses, but every damn good hit on the ball he made! He is really waxing eloquent after three pints.
"I love golf! I could golf all year round! There is nothing as pretty as seeing that little white ball fly on a straight line a couple of hundred yards in the Spring! Son, it is a thing of beauty! I love knocking that little white ball around!"
I tell him I hate it trying to find the ball when the dandelions all turn white.
" Well, Son, that's when you switch to the little orange balls. Much easier on old eyes. And in the fall, you just switch to the little yellow balls, easy to see in all the brown leaves and shit."
I remind him that I bought the last round. He flags Schultzie down.
"Ok, and what do you do in winter? Hit your little black balls?"

I duck fast because the man is still pretty quick with his hands and has an awfully long arm span.
I really don't care if Farve retires.

Wowsers&Stuff!

I think my last post got to me. The temps are in the high 80's....the humidity makes the air feel thicker than day old pea soup (which is a lousy thing to do to a pea, iffa ya ask me).....and I think I need a Leon's. We don't call it 'frozen custard'.... just Leon's...as in, "Les go get some Leon's. Been there since 1947...still has car hops.

Or shit&bisquits.....might be time to go to Ardy & Ed's....which is kinda of a newbie place...they have only been there since '48....and still make their own draft root beer.... and have car hops on roller skates! Cute ones, too!!

Decisions, Decisons....... Eat Your Heart Out, America...I think I will hit both! Whatza summer for, ANYWAYS!!