Mighty Bob

Most Amazing Wallpaper, originally uploaded by bobobobob.

As seen in the basement rec room of my 1st cousin twice removed in St. Ignace, MI.

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Most Amazing Wallpaper - detail 2, originally uploaded by bobobobob.

The French ‘75 was a house drink at my New Years’ Eve Party, thanks to Karen L.  I’ve also enjoyed the Manhattan, Martini, Scotch Sour (aka Whiskey Sour), and Brandy Alexander.  I will be whipping up Banana Cows and Ann Sheridans by the end of the week for the cocktail hour celebrating my sofa’s debut.

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Most Amazing Wallpaper - detail 1, originally uploaded by bobobobob.

Needless to say I’ve had the Manhattan, Martini, “Marguerita,” and Bloody Mary.  (I have especially fond memories of the Bloody Marys at The Green Mill and at The Twisted Spoke.)  I know I’ve had a Bronx and a Sidecar though I can’t remember them.  Of course Fish House Punch has become the designated poison at my Groundhog’s Day parties.  The rest I will have to give a whirl.  Give me a call if you’re in for a spin.

P.S.  Too bad the Sazerac did not make the cut on this wallpaper.  A fine drink if ever there was one.  And a nifty thing to do with rye if you don’t otherwise care for rye.

Magic, originally uploaded by bobobobob.

Saw these guys hitched up near Loyola Beach in magical Rogers Park, Chicago.

Except for Intersectionyms, my favorite shop signs in Chicago are those which incorporate several non-English languages, especially if such languages are written in non-Roman script.

When you add bunny slaughter to the mix, you’ve won my heart, mind… and stomach!

“If I didn’t know this was hassenpfeffer, I’d swear it was a carrot!”

Here we see English, Spanish, and what I presume to be Arabic (but possibly Farsi or another language written in an Arabic script). In the window is Vietnamese, which since the 1600s has been written in a Roman script modified by a truckload of beautiful, almost musical diacritics necessary to represent the tonality of the language. All the bunnies and chicks in the window could lead an illiterate Christian to believe this was an Easter goods store. (But it isn’t.)

From the May Dreamhost Newslettery:

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Sometimes when a contest isn’t going the way you’d like, you, like
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Psht, that sort of thing may work in politics, but it doesn’t works with
web sites hosted at DreamHost… UNTIL NOW!

It’s messages like this from my webhosting provider that keep me shelling out the $100 per annum (even though there’s no support to help me photoblog from iPhone to WordPress). Keep it up guys!

View my page on Believers In The Power of Metal

(In all honesty I am not metal enough to really join this social networking site, but thanks to Jacob for passing it on.)

I had a copy checked out from the library (very clearly marked “Mayfair Branch, Chicago Public Library”) that I’ve left somewhere, neither at home nor the office. I only have 6 weeks left to find it and return it or pay a hefty replacement fine. Even worse, it’s probably the best novel I’ve read since - well, possibly since ever - and I’d like to finish it if possible. Holla back!

UPDATE: You can stop searching your house for it.  I found it in a box of pamphlets in the office. (Stupid Old Irving Park Assn!)

Are they selling a service? Or a commodity?

I went with Sam-o-Rama (or is it Sam O’Rama?) to Cal’s Liquors to see Plastic Crimewave.  Under the part of the bar that flips up like a drawbridge so staff can pass through was this amazing flyer, which raises many questions:

I had trouble photographing it until the nice guy who runs Cal’s, seeing me struggle, came over and turned on a reading light.