AKA Abraham Bacoln

very very big
July 31, 2008, 2:03 pm
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I just today found out that ‘humongous’ (a word which I had always considered ordinary, consistent, and old) came into existence in the late 1960s or early 1970s. This is kind of surreal to me.

I hope that by the time my children are learning to talk we have rid the world of the word ‘ginormous’.

July 17, 2008, 11:23 pm
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A while back Flickr finally started listing statistics for those of us who are paid users. This makes it so much easier to track where an image of mine has been featured or discussed. I was tracking one recently and I found that someone in a gamer forum had linked it, so I followed it back and found this post. It’s standard internet meme garbage but hey, since I was part of the result I was amused.

This is for a game called Your Debut Album

1 – Go to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random
The first random Wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.

2 – Go to random quotations: http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3
The last four words of the very last quote of the page is the title of your first album.

3 – Go to Flickr’s “explore the last seven days” http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/
Third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.

Put it all together, that’s your debut album.

So someone did all that and posted:

Band: Speech of Silence
album name: Say, and then speak.
There is a perfectly valid reason for me having done this

The name and album are awesome, the cover is scary

For some reason the multiple references to silence or speaking paired with a picture of me looking like a coal miner zombie just cracks me up.

A short and unfinished list
July 11, 2008, 2:58 pm
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In my dream life I would like to own at least one of each of the following animals: slow loris, sun bear, aye-aye, bearcat, and sifaka.

Burger Chef!
July 5, 2008, 9:28 am
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So my last blog entry was about going to the new Indian restaurant. I did that thing we all do where I referred to a business that hasn’t been around for over a decade to locate it – “… the old Burger Chef building.” I mean, that’s one of the nice things about living in one place for a while, you get to … um … use that way of … referring to things?

I guess honestly that’s not really that interesting. So why am I amused when someone says, “Oh, the old Rose’s shopping center”?

ANYWAY GEEZ here’s the point. This morning I went to do a Google image search for ‘cookeville’ and one of the first images was of BURGER CHEF.

According to this page, Burger Chef Memories, ours was the last remaining Burger Chef. Ever. Of all time. That’s either really awesome or really sad.

That page has a lot of pictures and even the audio for a Burger Chef commercial that I had never heard before.

Burger Chef!

Vindaloo rhymes with caribou. This means something.
July 3, 2008, 11:02 pm
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I went tonight with Jay and Matthew to Cookeville’s first Indian restaurant. I believe its name is India Palace, but that doesn’t really matter because, well, it’s the only one. You can’t get it confused with the other Indian restaurant, now can you?

Here’s the tl;dr version: my food was awesome. Jay’s food was awesome. Matthew’s was a little dry. The service was slow. You should still go there anyway because by God this place needs to stay in business. We’re doing fine keeping a Thai joint and a sushi joint around – we must not lose this one.

Well, unless they start to suck. Then it’s okay.

So for you Cookevillans [sic] that don’t know, it’s on 10th street between Washington and the end of Jefferson. That’s right, the old Burger Chef building that has been a series of failures ever since. What was it last, The Crazy Donkey? I hadn’t been inside that building in probably a decade if not longer.

Aaaaaaaaaaanyway let’s see. We went in, got seated, ordered Indian beer, then it took a minute for the beers to be delivered, and they forgot the bottle opener. By the time they got back Matthew and I had taken care of the situation. We tried to tell them that we’re the kind of guys that carry serious hardware but they were out of earshot.

I’m going to stop here for a second and say that at any point in this story you can put in the sentence, “and then it took a minute for [x] to happen.” This place has only been open a day or two now – I don’t mind the service being slow so I’m not going to be mean about it. The food cooking and delivery actually wasn’t slow, considering it’s all made to order. Just everything else.

Jay got the chicken curry, which I did not try, but he and Matthew said was great. Matthew got the chicken tikka masala which he said was a bit dry. I got the lamb vindaloo which the menu said was spicy. My first and only religious experience that was brought about by spicy food was from lamb vindaloo in New Orleans, and I was hoping to have a repeat. Alas, it wasn’t hot enough to get my endorphins going, but it was certainly hot. You can ask them – I had a little trouble speaking for a while there. Man. Nothing like lamb vindaloo.

If I’m not mistaken they had three Indian beers: Kingfisher, Taj Mahal, and one other, the name of which I forget. The menu was extensive, and it’ll take me a while to sample everything I want. The rice was of course tasty Basmati, the naan was great, and that’s all I can talk about, really, as I didn’t have room for dessert.

So go. Go go go. Go soon. Give ’em a try. Get the vindaloo if you want to hurt yourself.

But go! Go give ’em some business. If it fails for lack of diners I’ll blame you personally.