06 November 2005

THE SUNDAY 9: a mish-mash of mush

This week we're back with TS9, brought to you by The Dry-Roasted Cashew Advisory Board. Remember, dry-roasted cashews are good for what ails ya. So hit the grocery store right now and pick up some ... before that Gleck guy beats you to 'em. Dry-roasted cashews. Like peanuts, only better.

A few thoughts before I call it a night:

1) I BRAKE FOR BOILED PEANUTS
"The Nut Hut" is the name of a wagon that sells fresh hot green boiled peanuts. For some inexplicable reason they've been chased from a couple of locations outside of Effingham County. These days, they're set up on Skidaway Road near Bacon Park (east side of Savannah, for those of you not familiar with this weeeeeeird city of ours). From out here, it's a bit of a drive - even for a certified/certifiable boiledpeanutphile like myself. Hmmmm, wonder how boiled cashews would taste..... :-p

2) DOES YOUR BUBBLEGUM LOSE ITS FLAVOR, IN THE TRICK-OR-TREAT BAG OVERNIGHT?
$5.99 at Sam's Club got us 300 pieces of Dubble Bubble to dole out to the ghosts, goblins and (in one case) hippie. In order to keep Puddy from getting all riled up by repeated doorbell rings (see #3, below), we set up shop outside. Seraphim popped us some popcorn, and we sat outside to greet the moochin' kids. The weather (50-ish degrees) was wonderful for Halloween; much better than last year, when it was like an August evening. Or, if you're into Neil Diamond.....

Out of that, we're still stuck with half a tubble of Dubble Bubble. I don't feel like chewing my share of that crap 'tween now and Memorial Day, so if you want a complimentary piece, just say the word and I'll drop you a few pieces in the mail. Just pay $4.95 shipping and handling, and some yummy gummy will be headed toward your mailbox.

3) PUDDY AND HER MEDS
Puddy was sick over last weekend, and I took her to the vet last Monday. Her groin area was very inflamed, but the X-rays showed no developing back trouble (as the vet was afraid might be the case). She's been on a medicine regimen of painkillers and muscle relaxers for the last six days. Puddy's back to jumping on the sofa, but she's not quite brave enough to try the bed again. So I put her 'cushion' from the living room into our bedroom.

In any case, Puddy's doing much better now. Seraphim was in her native southwest Georgia over the weekend, and talked to the woman who gave Puddy to her. Found out that Puddy's mother passed away a couple of years ago, but, more depressingly, that of Puddy's siblings, only two are still alive.

4) CATEGORY 7
Randy Quaid kills where he badly needs it. Otherwise, this is a disaster film that gives a new meaning to "over the top." Category 7 is your typical TV movie 'event', and a sequel to Category 6, about the hurricane that hit Chicago. Makes me wonder if a Category 8: The Planets All Implode is up CBS' sleeve for a future sweeps week?

I generally consider prime time TV as 'beneath' me (the truth hurts, man), but for some inexplicable reason I go for disaster movies, no matter how stupid. Favorite scene: the trailer park, where Shannen Doherty cold-cocks the pothead who tried to steal their truck.

[gritted teeth]Yes, and I'm gonna be watching the conclusion next Sunday night.[/gritted teeth]

5) ARKANSAS STATE HAS SOME WORK TO DO
Their loss to Middle Tennessee State was embarrassing, bringing back the ugliness of the '90s (0-11, anyone?). Next week, the Indians play the Fightin' Prophylactics of Troy Not-State-Anymore University. The Tribe had better win, else-in' Tal here is gonna be a might' bit perticked.

6) TROY IN SAVANNAH
In the "Exchange" bidness tab of today's Savannah Morning News, I was greeted by a 1/4 page ad for Troy University, who have now opened themselves a Savannah branch office. Seeing billboards all over town are bad enough, but why the print adverts; can't a guy read the newspaper over lunch without losing his appetite??

I wish Armstrong Atlantic State University would open an outpost in Troy, Alabama ... it would only be fair.

7) MP3 UPDATE
In case you've been wondering about my MP3 conversion project, I'm now finishing up D. I decided to forego the vinyl conversion until after all the CDs have been done. This is a slow, but sure process.

8) YOUR SOUL DOWN, WITH 10.9% ATR
After seeing yet another Methodist® Church commercial ("Open doors. Open 7-11. Open mouth. Insert foot."), I began wondering - seeing as how they're obviously so desperate for new blood that they've taken to advertising - if they'll employ a new ad agency if they don't get the desired results with this "open" hooey. What if they hired the same guys who do those KIA commercials? How would that sound???
DO YOU HAVE A JOB?? DO YOU HAVE $99 TITHE?? THEN YOU CAN BE APPROVED FOR A NEW '06 METHODIST® MEMBERSHIP!! GOD HAS EXCITING THINGS IN STORE FOR YOU AT #1 METHODIST® COUNTRY, 4456767889 ABERCORN STREET IN SAVANNAH!!! Or, even better, hiring Chip Ellis to do their commercials: "THE UNITED METHODIST® CHURCH. WORHIP WITH US. I AM THE GOD!"

9) NO GLECK CHRISTMAS DECORATIONS SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY BEFORE 11/26!
This one's for you, Seraphim. No amount of all-Christmas music radio stations playing in stores will get me to change my mind. Bah humbug. I'd like to pee in the Christmas stations' eggnog.

And that wraps up another exciting edition of THE SUNDAY 9. Have a cool week, and remember: "Only forest fires prevent bears."

Ciao for niao.

--Talmadge "Tuck Froy" Gleck

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