Comic for Tuesday, April 12th

Posted: 9:03 am, Tuesday, April 12th, 2005

Pommes Frites can be found in the Recommends section - I have no idea why Paprika can't be, as I recommend it highly. I'll have to write something about it at some point. Much like with Jen, the frequency that I frequented the joint fell markedly when they raised the price of their price fixe menu a few years back, although 2.0 and I enjoyed a lovely dinner there a few months back. A few months? Geez, last summer? Was that that long ago? No, it was right before Crownover's birthday scouting. Right. Oh, you're all still here. I'll talk to you guys instead of to myself for a moment. Anyway, Paprika is an excellent Italian place in the Village. Pommes Frites is an excellent French fry-ery in the Village. XVI is a bar in the Village. This concludes the footnote for today's strip.

Happy birthday, Di!

It's no secret I don't like SUVs. But SUVs driven by Floridians? Oof-da.

Listening to the Sox ring-presentation ceremony at the moment. They got some disabled Vets to watch over the rings after DHL dropped them off this morning. And, yes, they of course referenced DHL. Mmm, corporate sponsorship! Thank God EEI is cutting away from the coverage for James Taylor singing. James Taylor - all the musical talent from Beantown and that's who they trot out there for just about everything the Sox ever need? That's as inspired of a choice as Sir Paul for the Super Bowl. Man, if they had gotten the Bosstones involved, that would've ruled. Or even Aerosmith - I mean, those guys will schill anything. You're telling me they're busy at two thirty on a Monday afternoon?

It was very nice out yesterday, still, and I went to Bryant Park for my lunch. There was some annoying jack-ass business guy on his cell phone at a table near me, yammering the whole time and giving everyone he called the same line of BS about how he halfway thought he was on vacation, it was so nice out. For the record, it was very nice, but not overly warm yesterday - maybe mid-50s, but very sunny. Anyway, guy is going on and on, and usually this really irks me, but after a while I realized the guy wasn't a big shot but a field rep for the Yellow Pages. After he got off the phone for his final call, he gave a big, "Yes!" and fist pump to himself. That made me smile. I guess he's just a dude scrapping along. Good luck, Yellow Pages guy.

My favorite line from Trainspotting was, "It's shite bein' Scottish." It could be shite being Scottish because the Scots boo the Pope. I'm just saying, maybe - maybe! - somebody upstairs doesn't like that one.

Writing Doonesbury these days must be really easy on Trudeau. He could probably cull 300 of 365 strips a year from Not My President's actual press conferences. Check out Sunday's strip, quoting Bush from a stump speech in Tampa.

The old baseball witticism is that you can't know the players without a scorecard - to that end, E sent me a scorecard delineating DeLay's douchebaggery. His legal douchebaggery, not his rantings against the judiciary.

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