I got a few complaints yesterday that I didn’t mention anything about how The Reds have won their division and will be in the playoffs for the first time in 15 years.
Maybe that’s the problem—the 15 years part. I use to pay attention, I really did, but after so many losing seasons, I sort of lost interest.
But I do care. Click here to read more about this season’s journey.
Yes, I’m trying to make up and I promise I won’t do another bed bug post for at least a week.
(Photo found on Google)
You know the situation is pretty bad when bed bugs make the cover of the New Yorker but I learned something new here. I didn’t know bed bugs smoked. Click on the image for a larger view.
(Graphic from the New Yorker)
Yesterday morning, I needed to catch a bus over to Northern Kentucky and I catch it at Fourth and Main downtown.
This bus stop actually has benches but with a light rain falling, I couldn’t sit down. You know, I didn’t want to have a wet ass.
Lucky for me, a Metromix box was right in front of the bus stop. I took two out of the box, unfolded them on the wet bench and then sit my ass down.
This action accomplished two things. 1) Metromix finally moved some papers from their box and 2) My ass didn’t get wet.
You’re welcome, Metromix.
(Graphic found on Google)
Cincinnati’s very own John Boehner is in the news again. It’s still only a rumor, but the talk of Washington D.C., is that Boehner has had an affair with a lobbyist. Another rumor is that the New York Times will run the story next month. Wonkette gives us more details.
I can kind of understand female lobbyists being attracted to Boehner—you know—with that tan thing he’s got going on.
(Photo of clown Boehner from about.com)
At the time, farm worker Billy Joe Gregg Jr. wasn’t aware that cameras were watching him beat up cows with crowbars and pitchforks on a farm in Marysville, Ohio. He’s certainly aware of it now as he’s in jail for animal cruelty. Click here to read more about it.
After Gregg gets out of jail, he’s to have no contact with farm animals which is good news for those animals.
Gregg got caught beating up cows six times on tape. Suggestion: beat Gregg six times with crowbars and/or pitchforks before setting him free. Perhaps this idiot needs to know how it feels.
(Photo from Cincinnati Enquirer)
The last time we met—at Frisch’s, of course—she had to know she had cancer, had to know she was dying, but didn’t say a word about it. She salted those onion rings just like everything was normal.
Click here to read my column in this week’s CityBeat, “Farewell Old Friend.”
(Photo found on Google)
Maybe I don’t know what I’m trying to say in the title of this post. Bear with me.
Whenever I start to complain about how busy I am, I try to immediately tell myself I’m full of shit. In this horrible economy, while I’m not getting rich by any means, I’m finding enough freelance work that’s paying my bills—or at least most of them. I’m lucky to be finding work, especially in a tiny freelance market here in greater Cincinnati.
Having said that, some things have to fall between the cracks, like housework. If you take a quick glance at my living space, you would probably think it’s neat and organized. If you would look closer, you would realize it’s actually pretty dirty.
I haven’t done any housekeeping in weeks. Dust and dirt is everywhere and while other people may not notice it, I’m very aware it’s there.
While I’m way behind on housework, there is one thing that I do every morning. After my first cup of coffee, I make the bed. I know a lot of people who don’t, but I can’t force myself to skip it. An unmade bed is something that isn’t in my world.
But is it in yours? Do you make your bed every morning?
(Photo of neighbor lady who sometimes makes my bed found at zimbio.com)
Probably a lot of you young kids out there know who Rod Sterling is—the guy who created The Twilight Zone. Hell, that show still holds up today.
Did you know that Sterling got his start right here in Cincinnati? Yep, he wrote for WKRC.
Here’s Sterling talking about his writing job in Cincinnati.
(YouTube video)
I’ve been riding the bus for years, but I’d like to thank TANK for confirming that I’ve been doing it correctly.
(YouTube video)
I don’t know why I find this a little surprising but I do.
Most Americans, ages 18 to 25, don’t know that Colonel Sanders, that logo of a guy’s face used for KFC, was a real person.
Hey kids, he really was. Click here to get educated.
I can’t help but wonder if these same kids know what KFC stands up. Here’s some more education. KFC stands for Kentucky Fried Chicken.
When they changed the name to KFC, that’s when the chain became something less. Yeah—just an opinion.
(Photo from WordPress)
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