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Ah, blogging. Here's my little corner of it all -- in West Chester, and well, from wherever on whatever. I'll let you know what I'm thinking and you can let me know what you're thinking. But remember, I can delete your posts.

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Who Would I Vote For?

I'm not really into politics, never really have been. I don't know if it's because I think the process is annoying and pointless or if it's because the whole damn thing is pretty boring.

However, I do still like shows and movies about politics, i.e., West Wing (make fun of me if you want) but I will still watch the reruns on Bravo. Before I left for work yesterday morning I noticed the network was doing a West Wing marathon. Because of work I couldn't watch it. I did joke with my boss about taking off so I could though. So, when I got home and it was over, I was a bit disappointed. I then spent the next, I don't know, say 30 minutes wondering who would win a presidential election, on TV or for real, between Martin Sheen or Fred Thompson.

Martin Sheen does have experience playing a president on TV and he was faced with some difficult situations. However, Fred Thompson does have experience as a real senator. But I couldn't tell you what, if anything, he ever accomplished. I decided that if Martin Sheen surrounded himself with the writing staff of West Wing, he would win. And probably motivate me enough to pay attention to politics.

Monday, January 28, 2008

A Mistake

Last week, I did something that I sorta regret now. For some reason I joined facebook. Well, I know why. I had some friends convince me to join so we could start the marathon games of scrabble. It sounded like a good idea. But within 24 hours people that I haven't spoken to in years found their way back into my life. I'm not saying this is a bad thing, but I think there's a reason why we part ways and don't stay in touch. And I'm alright with it.

I have random luck with running into people I haven't seen in years at concerts, getting gas, in bars. That's when it's kinda interesting. You give each other that look and then it's my god, what have you been up to? When I say random luck I really mean it. I graduated from high school with 22 other kids. I did the math one day and I think the number I came up with was I could have potentially met around 600 people in my high school career. It was a very small school. And I still run in to people. But now I think facebook may have taken a bit of that away, not just from me, but from us. Now instead of seeing someone at the gas station and saying, my god what have you been up to, I can ignore them and write them a message (Little sarcasm there.)

Monday, January 21, 2008

Beating Something Horribly

Here's my pinata. Any suggestions on what to fill it with? Keep it classy, or don't, but be discreet.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Pizza Islands, Flat Tires, Pinatas, Oh My

I mentioned before that I recently moved to West Chester. And to be honest, I was a bit hesitant to move out of Philadelphia. I had lived there the better part of 6 years, with brief stints elsewhere, had an apartment I loved and had carved out a nice little niche for myself. But that comfort level and a bitch of a commute out here every day was what motivated me to move.

I was hesitant because I was afraid West Chester wouldn't be gritty enough and that I would grow bored. I've been here for three nights now and I don't think that's going to be a problem. Although, if I were still living in the city things that have happened here wouldn't have happened.

My first night was relatively quiet, I was busy moving. Night number two saw me rejoin my old hockey team and take to the ice at Iceline. (Hockey is not like riding a bike and I sucked. But it's been a long time since I skated.) Night number three took me to the Pizza Island and Don Gabriel's. I love those places. There is so much character not only in the customers but also the staff. And it makes me glad I learned French and not Spanish. I also got to buy a 32 of Red Stripe, not easy to find, and change a tire on a car that didn't not belong to me -- left me with some nice scrapes on my hand too. And I had already been bloody from the hockey game. Tonight, night number four is taking me out with a friend for his birthday. Turns out there is a bar here that sells beer in big tubes. There's probably a technical term, but I don't know it. And I bought a pinata. When I take a picture, I'll post it. Any suggestions on what to put in it?

So, all in all, it's been a bloody and fun week. We'll see how the good ol' borough stacks up in the coming months.

Monday, January 14, 2008

Tacos and West Chester

Months and months and months ago, I asked where'd the taco truck go? No one ever told me and I heard a rumor or started one, I'm unsure, about what happened. But, I don't care anymore.

I don't know who Don Gabriel is or was, nor do I care. But the Mexican restaurant/grocery store with that name is great. I've had my last two work meals there -- first was a burrito (awesome), second, two tacos (fantabulous). And knowing I'm sitting in an old Wawa is great too. I even remember when it was a Wawa. Hmm, idea, lets git rid of Wawas and turn them into a Mexcian restaurant/grocery stores.

So, back on track here, the store also sells pinatas. I was going to buy one, but they don't take credit cards or have an ATM and I didn't have enough cash on me. But I will.

And what will I be celebrating you may or may not be asking. Well, if you see me out and about it's cause I gave up my pad in Philadelphia and now lurk the sides streets of West Chester. So say hi if you want, or not. Hello West Chester.

Thursday, January 10, 2008

Lil' Tattoo Help

I've put thinking of a tattoo for awhile now. I've even drawn what I want, but I've still been waiting. I decided this morning that I'm going to get it done. Anyone gotten any work done at the shop in Downingtown, or anything other Chester County parlor? Just looking for a good spot to go to.

Wednesday, January 9, 2008

Brooklyn = Candy To Me

Well, yesterday I took a trip up to Long Island to pick up some used rims and tires for my car. I think everyone should drive through New York every once in awhile. It's just different. Sure, you can drive through Philly but we all know that Philly isn't New York, nor is driving on the interstates that cut through each city. It's different architecture, skyline(s), license plates, strange billboards and my favorite from yesterday: the smell of candy.

Somewhere along the BQE, while sitting in traffic, I had my windows down and sunroof open (it was really nice out) I noticed the smell of candy. It reminded me of grape Big League Chew. So, at the moment, I'm equating Brooklyn to bubble gum. At least it wasn't something peppermint.

Monday, January 7, 2008

A Good Mechanic

Months ago I had the misfortune of blogging about a mechanic in Philadelphia that ripped me off, or tried to anyway. Luckily, I didn't have that problem this morning.

This little story begins with me sliding off the road and into a field the other night. Fortunately I wasn't hurt and my car is just ok. I say ok because although there wasn't any real damage to the body, I bent my rims pretty badly so my car is wobbly. Knowing this needs to be fixed quickly, I did some research and found a mechanic in Phoenixville.

I own a Saab and if you know anyone else that does or has, you know those of us that drive them are particular and finding a really good mechanic is key to a long lasting relationship with your car. Saab's are finicky and a good mechanic to one is a lot like a mad scientist. You don't know how it got fixed, but it did -- Well.

So, back to Phoenixville. I went to Carter's Saab servie at 23 and 29 and Tom, the guy that owns it is great. I'll admit, I know nothing about cars. Remember George Costanza in Seinfeld, "You need a new johnson rod ... oh a new johnson rod, suuurree." George and I have the same auto vocabulary.

Tom took the time to walk me through what was wrong (there were some little things other than the rims) and explain to me what was going on. I really appreciated it. Could I repeat it. No. But after the shady mechanic in Philly, I had a good morning.

Wednesday, January 2, 2008


There are some foods I don't know if I like or not because it's been so long since I've had them. But trying them again can be a dicey situation, especially for lunch. I've wanted to order a reuben for awhile now, but I usually pass. What if I don't like it? Then I'm stuck with food I don't like going to waste and having to order something else. But the desire to find out is always constant.

Today, I was given the perfect situation. I went out to lunch with a friend who will eat just about anything. She said order what you want and I'll get a turkey club. If you don't like it, we'll switch. It worked out well. It's not that I didn't like the reuben, it's just that it wasn't great. It isn't something I think I would eat a lot. So, we switched. I had half a reuben and half a turkey club. My friend the same and we each had a little variety for lunch.

The whole thing makes me like tapas, after doing my happy hour story, even more. Freedom to chose is always good.