More grueling field work looking for a new place...

... to go on Tuesday nights. Took young Clovis and his room mate to Paolucci's, the new Italian place. It took two Foothill Heffenweissens to get a full assessment of the place. Sausage sliders: good. Chicken parmeson sandwich: great. Fried calamari with shrimp sauce: fantastic. Clovis, who knows a thing or two about food, pronounced the shrimp sauce "superb." Bar menu great, regular menu a bit pricey. Here's its menus, etc.

No no. Don't thank me. It was the least I could for Máeráed's sake.

she's my friend, you know.

About that Stripper Mobile Carmen mentioned ...

... here. Bananny told us about spotting it on Dale Mabry Blvd. We thought it was too bizarre to be true, even of this place (the unnamed Port City to our South).

Nope. It's real.

Déjà Vu, a gentlemen's club located on East Adamo Drive, has started driving what it calls the "Stripper Mobile" around town. The "Stripper Mobile" is a large truck with Plexiglas sides featuring a stripper pole and dancers inside, sort of like a peep show on wheels.

You can click here for the rest of the article, and a photo gallery.

ok - how many of you guys immediately clicked on this? You dogs.

And I thought it was just a weird O'Murty thing...

... but this is what I found on AOL this evening.

The campaign that Deutsch created played on the kids’ game that dates back to the Beetle days called “Punch Buggy.” Two kids on a car trip would sock each other in the arm whenever they spotted a VW Bug. The trick was to spot the car before your friend did. Deutsch updated the idea to “Punch Dub,” and created ads that showed multiple VW models, with adults and even celebrities socking each other whenever they spot any VW -- a Passat, a Routan minivan, a Golf, a CC. The strategy was meant to address the fact that many VW models are relatively unknown.

So now I know. Sorry I doubted you Máeráed!

honestly, I thought you and Sir Miggs just made it up.

Bananny, the sister-in-law, is forcing me to write this...

... down here in this pestilential swamp hole, I have discovered that the tachinos are better, probably because of the atmosphere, the avacates are great, the kiwi superb, and the sore spot in my throat goes away.

There - I said it. Now I am going back to have a beer.

everything else sucks. really.

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Well, we made it to that steaming swamp hole to our south.

I am mostly staying in, crouched near an A/C unit, reading some good books. Every now and then I go out with Carmen to ferry my mother-in-law to the nursing home where my father-in-law is staying for some physical therapy.

My mother, on the other hand, seems happily preparing for her 91rst birthday in relatively good health.

Depending on what happens, blogging may be a bit light. Hugs and kisses to all the nieces and nephew up in the High Country while we are gone.