1) So I voted this morning, and the whole time I’m feeling like I’m throwing my vote away because a) my candidate has already dropped out of the race, and b) I’m not so wild about these Diebold voting machines that we’re forced to use. I feel like I have just as much luck having my vote counted by writing it on a napkin and tossing it into the wind, crossing my fingers, and hoping it makes it to Annapolis. It’s kind of fucked up when I’m this cynical about the primary, ostensibly the only time when your vote actually counts.
2) I was so giddy about the back of this truck that I detoured from my normal commute home just to get a picture of it:
In case you can’t see it so clearly (I used my camera phone), the license plate reads “SCHMO” and he has a “W ‘04″ on the left, and a Jesus fish on the right (which is really hard to see in the picture). But yes, I agree with him, he is a schmo.
Do you think he’s so dumb that he thinks “schmo” is a good thing? Or is he a subversive leftist performance artist? I can’t figure it out.
3) On Saturday Mrs. ACW and I were going out to eat before we had to head out to a party, so we opted to use one of the gift certificates we had gotten for Christmas. The particular certificate we had chosen was good for a number of restaurants, including Bonefish, Carrabas, Cheeseburger in Paradise, and Outback. So we opted for Cheeseburger having recently eaten at Bonefish, and having no interest in eating at a clone of the Olive Garden. However, when we got to Cheeseburger the line was so long that it was spilling out the door. So we instead opted to go to Outback, figuring that at 6:30 on a Saturday night the wait wouldn’t be too long. As we drove from Cheeseburger to Outback I made an attempt to call ahead, and upon speaking to the hostess found out that the wait was two hours.
Fuck you, Glen Burnie. Fuck you right in your stupid, lazy asshole. For chrissakes, it’s just Outback! The steaks are frozen! Everything they serve is over-salted! The food is terrible for you! And yet every time I’m inclined to punish my body there you people are lined up, ready to be slopped, like zombie pigs at the world’s least Australian restaurant. And you’re really going to wait two hours to eat at that stupid restaurant? Really? Are you just so enamored with the shitty food that you can’t tear yourself away, or are you too idiotic to realize that other restaurants exist? I hate you. I hope you fucking choke and die on your Bloomin’ fuckin’ Onion.
You’d think the food was deep fried in crack the way people start salivating just by driving by the place. I’m honestly shocked anytime I’m in there to find people NOT rubbing one out while stuffing their faces. I just don’t understand why people would wait that long for the food. And the curbside pickup! That’s even worse! A line of cars, 30 or 40 deep, waiting for two hours to pick up this shitty food to take home and eat it, as if gas didn’t cost 3 dollars per gallon, as if they couldn’t drive to an Outback in Pennsylvania or Virgina in that time. People are fucking idiots.
So Mrs. ACW and I ate at El Salto instead. It was awesome.
If you would, before you sign off for good, do you think you could rant that last part about Outback on a recording? I would certainly buy a couple copies for my Ipod, so I could blast it while standing in the line for the MOTHERFUCKING HoHut (HuHot?) w/Bf’s dubmfuck roommates!!
Preach on, brother. Had the same experience at The Olive Garden this weekend. How Glen Burnie gets by without an Olive Garden I’ll never know. Folks would wait in line for three hours to swill from that trough.
Uh, dude… did you disable da feedz? I just popped over and noticed the new entry, and said”…uh, BlogLines, wake the fuck up, you lazy gunt!”
Anyway, I share your revulsion over all that is haughty. Man, I live in Maple Grove, MN, and the ENTIRE FUCKING CITY is completely enamored with itself. Everyone trying to be sooooo fucking cool, throwing their plastic around to outdo and outbuy everyone else in the race for Who has the newest ‘toy’ (read Lexus/ Laptop/ boobs). Everyone deserves a Schmo license plate in my town, since no matter if they have a stop sign and you don’t, THEY have the right-of-way. Complete self-importance. Ohhh, and can I drewl over all the kewl shops, please? – get me a barf-bag –
El Salto not bad, give this place a try
Pachanga Grill
8395 Piney Orchard Pkwy
Trust me
Sorry, spoke to soon… The gunt woke up…
El Salto is teats. It remains one of the only restaurants about which I’ve complained that the service was TOO good. You barely settle into conversation with your tablemates when you realize you’ve been waited on, served, and have already eaten.
2. Do you think his name is Jo(e) or do you think he really means URA SCHMO(e)?
Screw that—Come on down to Fells Point and eat some real Mexican made by a real Mexican.(as opposed to el savadorian, Guatemalan or Columbian) Arcos. That place fucking RAWKS.
God I’m so glad I moved out of the ‘burbs. I can’t take big box restaurants. I need real food prepared by real chefs and not made in a a microwave.
Miss Margo- Maybe, but I don’t even have a face for radio. It’s why I blog.
Jon- The Olive Garden would never be allowed to close. The same 40 customers would never stop eating the never-ending salad and breadsticks.
Matt- Whoa there brother. I’m thinking if you can summon this kind of home-town revulsion, you’re ready for your own blog.
asd- Given that I know your tastes, I’ll absolutely add it to the list.
Mike- I’ve never waited too long for service, but it’s never quite been that quick for me. At least it’s not a two hour wait is all I’m saying.
Poppy- Not sure, but whatever the story is, he seems to have not thought his auto-detailing choices through thoroughly.
Lori- Clearly you’ve not been to El Salto; that IS real Mexican made by real Mexicans. In fairness though, I’ve always wanted to try Arcos.
We just celebrated our wedding anniversary on Friday at El Salto. I adore that joint.
I have election fatigue already. I am craving a Blooming Onion and a flat 20 oz Miller Lite.
Lacey- I hope you got the queso dip. It’s so good.
Angy Hangy- You and LF wanna join us at Outback then?
El Santo was a Mexican wrestler from the late 60’s early 70’s. He made a bunch of HORRIABLE movies. One of which you might be interested in, El Santo vs. Los Zombies. You’ll need subtitles or a Mexican friend to translate.
http://www.wam.umd.edu/~dwilt/santo.html
I just voted in my primary last week, which was weird, because I never vot in a primary….
1. Reminds me of penissockery.
2. Mmmm, El Salto. I need to go there again soon, despite the fact that I’ve been eating at a LOT of Mexican-style places lately (Frisco Grill, Riveras)…
The Dirty Burn is just minutes away and we’re always ready for a self-loathing binge at any TGIOutbackBeesChiligans type of restaurant.
That reminds me–I need to find a good authentic Chinese restaurant here. I’m the only one who likes Chinese but I do crave a dose of MSG once in awhile.
Wow, you learn something new everyday. I thought a Schmoe was someone that gives gift certificates in-lieu of a real gift on the holidays.
At least you GOT to vote, ACW, even if your candidate dropped out. In DE, Independents couldn’t vote in the primary. Dammit!
I was too slow with the cellphone camera, but I got stuck behind a bigass duelie with a plate that was “NKLDRGR”. Most honest plate I’ve seen in a long time.
I understand about the Diebold machines - that is why I always do a paper absentee ballot. Do that for the general!
Of course for ME it didn’t matter in the only presidential primary that has mattered in the Chesapeake area for decades, because I don’t belong to a party so I wasn’t allowed to vote :(