Friday, February 8, 2008

UPS

So I ordered a Patagonia sweatshirt and cap (don't tell Jen, she thinks I've got too many caps as it is) last week from one of my outlet Web sites. Heck of a deal on them at 75 percent off.

I got the confirmation e-mail with a link to the UPS package tracking Web page. So each day I've logged on to see where my shipment is located. Monday, it was in Reno. Then it was shipped to Mesquite (home of the mighty Skeeters, says Sean Brown). From there it went to Little Rock, before arriving in Fort Smith at 4:08 a.m. this morning. Then it left the local UPS warehouse at 6:53 a.m. ... and I still don't have my stuff.

I'm usually pretty patient. But come on, bring me my stuff. It's been nearly five hours since the truck left the depot. Aargh!

I'd have been better off not logging onto that site at all.

Update: Hooray, UPS finally arrived a little before 5 p.m. I'm now wearing my rocking new sweatshirt and will be sporting the cap soon.

Lost

So now there's a ghostwhisperer, physicist, archaeologist and drunken marine biologist/Oceanic pilot on the island? And they're looking for Benjamin? Who has a man on their ship feeding him info?

W.T.F.

Whenever we're watching Lost, Jen will turn to me after these weird plot twists and ask for an explanation. Half the time, I just have to say "I have no freakin' clue either." I've almost given up trying to figure out what's going on with this show, but I keep watching.

And Survivor returned last night (the TV show, not the band). So that's good.

Wednesday, February 6, 2008

Satellite radio rocks

Yeah, I'm behind the times. What do you expect out of somebody who didn't get a CD player until 1999?

The Jeep is in the shop, thanks to a problem with the clutch. There was a recall on it, but I never got the info about it. So yesterday afternoon, the recalled part broke.

As a reward, Dad hooked me up with a 2007 Dodge Durango to drive while it's being fixed. And it's got built-in Sirius Satellite Radio, which means I don't have to listen to the doofuses on the local sports radio shows nor the two classic rock stations playing the exact same songs.

I've been glued to channel 17 "Jam On" where I've listened to the Grateful Dead, DMB, Allman Brothers, moe, String Cheese Incident, Rusted Root, Phish and all those other hippie bands I like. I've also flipped over to channel 31 "Margaritaville" where they play Jimmy Buffett 24/7. All-Elvis is channel 13 and all-Sinatra is channel 75. And, for what it's worth, there are two Howard Stern channels. I listened to one yesterday for about five minutes. I still don't see how this guy is so popular.

Anyway, the Jeep might be ready Thursday. Depends on whether or not the parts warehouse in Memphis was damaged by Tuesday's storms.

Y'all remember Rusty Jackson?

The former roommate of Chris Nash and 40/29 sports anchor, is now a missionary ...

http://rustyjackson.theworldrace.org/

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

Arkansas is not Hillary Clinton's home state

OK, I don't want to get into politics here, but I'm watching tonight's Super Tuesday coverage (along with coverage of the tornadoes that hit eastern Arkansas and Memphis).

The commentators on both MSNBC and CNN keep saying "Hillary Clinton wins her home state of Arkansas." But that's not true. Not even close to it. The only time she's been in Arkansas since heading to the White House with Bill is for funerals, the opening of his Presidential Library and for fund raisers. She's not been back to an Arkansas football game, or to Oaklawn, or even to hang out with old friends in Little Rock. Every single time she's been here, it's been because she had to be here.

She's a Senator from New York. New York is her home state, not Arkansas.

And speaking of tornadoes and Clinton ... a tornado hits Clinton, Ark., on the day Hillary won the state's primary. That can't be a good omen for her campaign.

The best Super Bowl ad you didn't see II

The best Super Bowl ad you didn't see

Sunday, February 3, 2008

Enjoy it SK

To the only Giants fan I know, congrats on your team winning the Super Bowl.

Hopefully you found a Patriots fan to comfort and to fix breakfast for Monday morning.

Friday, February 1, 2008

R.I.P. Rib Room

That's right, it's gone. Until at least 2009.

Depending on what version of the story you hear, either Neumeier got into a dispute with the guy who owns the land the Beer Garden is on or the architects who designed the second story addition to the Beer Garden screwed up the price. (You can see the design for it here ... www.ribroom.com) Either way, Bill announced it's not opening this summer.

I'm not sure if that means the Rib Room restaurant itself won't be open. I sure hope it is. I can't go a full year without some of that smoked chicken. And I'm almost out of dry rub!

This is the worst thing to happen to downtown Fort Smith since the 1996 tornado.

First the Stardust, now the Rib Room. If Papa's closes, I might curl up into the fetal position and die.

Super Blah

Is anybody really that interested in Sunday's Super Bowl?

Two years ago, it was my beloved Pittsburgh Steelers playing Seattle in the greatest Super Bowl of the last 20 years.

Last year, the very likeable Peyton "Cut That Meat" Manning was trying to finally win a championship. He did, and we got a lot more funny commercials thanks to it.

This year, it's the New England Patriots and their insufferable Bahstan fans vs. some team from New York and Peyton's younger brother.

Do you root against the Patriots because Boston has had too much success lately? Does a city deserve a World Series championship, SK fixing breakfast for the ladies, the inaugural Man-cation and an undefeated season? I think not.

Then again, part of me thinks seeing a 19-0 season would be cool in a historic way. Much like how I hate Barry Bonds, yet I had to see him break Hank Aaron's HR record. But wouldn't the schadenfreude of seeing NE go 18-1 be even better?