Friday, July 22, 2011
Told you
Cleveland has people.
Even ones in their Blue Period.
This buffet was serenaded with Buffett. Shudder (sorry, BB),
but a moment of grungy snark soothes the savage angst.
Mellow yellow.
Delicious yellow.
Idyll.
Those aren't tumbleweeds, those are heads 'a rollin'!
Posted by Randal Graves at 3:39 PM
Labels: ansel's spinning corpse, cleveland, coworkers of the world unite in duh, darkthroning in the city
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Super trains! The old ones just aren't good enough, because they don't require a trillion dollar expenditure... so we'd better upsell the public in order to reward the contractors ASAP!
Can I have a piece of that yellow cake?
No, not yellowcake. No, Colin. Not that Nigerian stuff. The baked goods!
Uh oh, don't run over any tumble-heads.
LOL!!!
Even I admit Jimmy is an acquired taste, but for me he is an important lynchpin in my continued efforts in at least a tiny amount of mental health.
So you work in an upscale part of the city. Buffet with Buffett sounds pretty highbrow.
Randal's one of them highfalutin's what reads books and all.
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Warren sings? Who knew?
More nice pix. Darned if you aren't giving me a slight desire to visit your fair city, and I've never had reason nor desire to visit Ohio. Maybe you should branch out into the tourism promotion field. Or, you could drive one of those Gray Line tour buses. . .
"And on your right coming up, folks, there's Famous Ray's, home of the . . . uh, would someone help the lady who just fainted?"
karl of the österreich, our trains have soul. And dammit, that cornbread was ridiculously good.
tom, there's a graphic novel in here, rolling, talking heads (but not David Byrne, as he was turned to ash during the first volleys of World War III) providing sage advice to our antihero.
BB, people dig what they dig. I can't imagine you running out to pick up Emperor's back catalog. But whatever keeps one sane, as long as it doesn't involve decapitating others (top the mountaineers notwithstanding), absorb.
susan, Clevelandia desk jockeys and IT temps are upscale? I suddenly feel all important. Take that, Buffalo, Milwaukee and Detroit.
if, books are for geeks.
SWA, I think I'd rather listen to him than Jimmy, though John Ashcroft might be even lower on the list, unless he decided to belt out some Stones.
There is a bit of illusion here, I haven't thrown up enough rust and abandoned storefronts. Of course that'll be countered by vicarious Hollywood stargazing when The Avengers' August shoot reroutes a bunch of bus lines.
I think the Cleveland Tourism Bureau should hire us. As resident Renaissance Dude, you can wax purple and poetic about sports teams, the need for your local cable company to carry footie games, convince bands to play here, skip out for darkthroning trips in the name of taking promotional photos and maybe wrangle some Cleveland Orchestra box seats. Me? Um, I'll talk on the radio or look perky or something.
You sell yourself short, mon frèrette. I just complain and zone out to ominous power chords. The airwaves & artlie brush-strokes are at your fingertips. Plus, perky opens far more doors than scowling, though less than weaponry.
Should we start toting viking swords?
My friendly demeanour does go a long way, though I will do my best to use my artly powers for good and not for evil or filthy lucre. Hence, bohemian existence!
I think Viking swords are fantastic, though Cleveland's Finest may object to such displays of power, especially with my record and all. And, School Spirit! Woooo! I'll nominate you for an Asgard Award.
A little filthy lucre is okay. Viking swords aren't cheap & the famous rec center doesn't have a forge, right?
How Valkyrian is your kindnesse, assailant of the peace!
I used to have a Sacred Heart Valkyries hoodie I found at Goodwill... shouldn't have gotten rid of it when I moved!
Come on now we know those people are the dregs of the foreclosure market. Need somebody to post those eviction notices ya know.
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