Monthly Archives: September 2011

Well, Dammit

My friend Joe up and died on us last night. Never saw anything coming – he seemed the healthiest of us all. A bunch of us had dinner on Sunday and he was perfectly fine.

I’m kinda pissed and everyone is having a bad day. He was one of the better people I know, and he’ll be sorely missed.


Mother of God

When I saw this picture I knew IMMEDIATELY what it was referencing.



I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not.


Meghan McCain…

…writes another political article; still fails to be relevant in any way whatsoever.

The Last Day of Summer

was 9/23/2011.

It was 108 degrees here in Phoenix.


It’s All Greek to Me

So one of the things I miss about the Buffalo area is the plethora of Greek diners. The Towne in the heart of Allentown was always a good choice. Pano’s (which was a hole in the wall when I first went there) is another  decent one.

An old girlfriend of mine used to joke that you had to earn Pano’s via a night at the Continental (The Goo Goo Dolls before they were even remotely famous and started to both suck and be obnoxious personally – some of us knew you back when, Johnny), The Jam Club, Nietzche’s, some place over by Chippewa and Washington that closed down whose name I can’t remember but went to a bunch of times and saw some bizarre behavior at  including a My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult show that was…weird.

Christo’s Family Restaurant  in the Falls was a serious dive with great food, and right over near my mechanic. Olympia up on Niagara Falls Blvd. was where we’d go for breakfast on the weekends in large groups.

Evidently there are decent Greek restaurants around here, just not on every street corner. We have friends who claim there’s a great little dive type place near them, I need to ask about it again. And another friend took us to a place near his house that I went back to today while driving from one campus to another – Cyprus Grill over on Camelback. Tasty, it was – I’ll go back.

If only they did breakfast…I miss a good souvlaki and homefries breakfast with scrambled eggs doused in Tabasco.

It’s For the Kittens!

I like how this fellow thinks.

This is Why I Love Reading Tam

I had a day just like this yesterday, but for the life of me wouldn’t be able to describe it so succinctly and snarkily.