Oh, God. I haven't been in a writin' mood. I have been pulling records to sell, which is cool because A) records are HOT now, and B) I have too many. So, here is another oldie:

Spicy and fast

I have enjoyed Big Bowl since I was in Chicago. Now, I still enjoy it but the service has kind of dwindled with the novelty. You wait a while longer, they fuck up the orders every other time. The wait staff used to be the top drawer people, now they are the ones who are trying. But overall, still good stuff and the ginger ale is a trip. I keep pushing myself beyond the pad thai comfort zone, and I find that is where life's true rewards lay. And they give out fortune cookies. I find these to be both fun and irritating. The name itself is misleading, as they very rarely tell your fortune. This may have been a mistranslation of some Chinese word, if the Chinese actually had these things. Chinese food, like Ginger Ale 40 years ago or Kit Kats in Canada, is still remarkably different depending on where you are here, as opposed to where the Chinese people who make it are from. But the fortune cookie is pretty much universal. And again, Big Bowl is not Chinese food, but a corporate regurgitation of pan-Asian cooking. But really not Korean or Mongolian. I suspect the Chinese may call these things Interesting Observation Cookies. The idea that the cookie is magically connected to you on some spiritual level, and somehow finds its way to you, is still there. At any rate, I went to Big Bowl, and my fortune cookie actually told a fortune, and was not some odd flattery or character assessment as most are. It said I was going to receive a cheerful message. As I was reading this, the waiter was bringing the check to the table behind us, and apparently he had to add or fix something and was back with it. He was a fairly short and apparently Mexican guy. The cheerful blonde gal accepted the bill and said with a big smile "Wow, you really are Speedy Gonzalez." He smiled. I did too. She seemed oblivious. If my fortune cookie had said "You will hear a woman call her waiter something that could offend the dogpiss out of him" I would have shit my pants at its mystical accuracy. I hope by telling what it actually did say that I have not ruined my fortune. I can always use a cheerful message.

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Max And Ruby

Have you seen this cartoon? I don't know if you watch cartoons, and I really don't want to, but do. I haven't had any serious head injuries, but I imagine life would be like this if you had one. Ruby is glib and all, being more mature. Max is reasonably intelligent for the small child-like bunny he is. Yet they live in a world where all thought and action is delayed and stunted. I hate this cartoon.

Originally published Wednesday, January 31, 2007

The Large Regular is coming right up

Hi, I'm Jimmy D and this is my blog. I call it The Large Regular in honor of the true life's blood of any place that I can feel at home in - a large regular. That is a large coffee with cream and sugar if you are from a place that I feel less than at home in. I will post my ramblings as I get to them, and move over some stuff from the old facebook dump. Consider these to be the mental donuts to go with your large regular. They will wake you up and keep you going. Atta-boy!