catrinawoman
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catrinawoman

A friend sent me to this article and damn, you are dead on. Having worked in food service as a line cook during college, let us just say that kitchens are chaotic ballets of frantic activity where in sometimes chaos breeds, mistakes. Having the wait staff alert the head cook / chef to issues is vital and helps induce

Beck’s Sea Change is still one of the most achingly beautiful albums, and it is definitely one that comes to mind. I’d also put a vote in for Blur’s 13, as well with such tracks as “No Distance Left to Run” and “Tender” to name just two songs.

I have never quite understood the appeal of cover aka tribute bands—our area of the universe is blessed with several Grateful Dead ones (a friend drums for not one, but two of them), a few Led Zeppelin ones and at least two Tom Petty groups. I’d rather see someone take someone else’s song and put an original spin on

Food is probably better than Panera.

As someone who has been to numerous association meetings catered by Panera, the idea of having one’s wedding catered by this establishment is questionable, even if its free. And frankly, why would you agree to marry someone who thought this was a great idea?  

No, I am John Gavin! Actually, this is one of my favorite stills from that movie:

You thought I was crucified and died, but here I am! APRIL FOOLS!!!

MST3K and Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries.

I will readily admit to anyone that the one act that formed my musical tastes for most of my adult life was being a college DJ from 1980-84. It opened my ears to always looking to the music fringe. Which is why to this day I listen to stuff like “Death Grips” more than the usual person in my age demographic.

I attended a conference at Yosemite and we had to pass through Madera, CA on our way back home. Since we were hungry when we hit Madera, and I’m vegetarian, the only place that I could get something reasonably in my food group, was god help us, Panda Express. It was a life saver at the time, but I wouldn’t make it a

He loved it. He picked up “White Lines” by Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five and Dean Martin’s Top Ten songs. Yeah, he inherited his mom’s eclectic tastes.

I worked one of his shows when he played the college concert circuit. A genuinely nice guy who took all the college students working the lights and as ushers out for beers after the show.

I forgot how quintessentially 1980s the year 1983 was. I was a college DJ in Western PA in an area with just a computerized top 40 station (Y103 or as we called it WHY, 103), so both the top 40 and the article listing brought back tons of great memories. It was also the year we received a promotional copy of Madonna’s

I had a fantastic Saturday morning. Took my son to his first vinyl record swap and came home with 22 albums—the seller had a great mix of 80s vinyl that I had either lost along the way or never had the chance to own. We also took a trip to the bookstore and I’m about halfway through Simon Batz’ Girl on the Velvet

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Back in the 1990s, Monterey Salinas Transit ran the infamous “Ride the bus with us!” commercials. All it took was 30 second to guarantee it firmly implanting itself as a earworm for the duration of your waking hours.

From what I’ve read from the reviews, a jump scare of Zach Bagan’s coming out of a side room yelling “COME AT ME!” might improve this movie.

Or ever out of state relative who INSISTS that you need to take them there, usually on your dime. The admission is fairly steep for what you get. The tours have gotten a bit better over the years and they show more of the house now, but I still can’t figure out how they are going to stretch this into a movie. It was a

I’m concerned its going to come off as a bucket of treacle. And I have to say I agree with you about Hanks—glad to know I’m not the only one.

My introduction to Buster Keaton was in A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum, when I was probably about five or six. Most of the adult humor went way over my head but I loved Keaton’s character. From there it was childhood viewings of The General and Steamboat Bill, Jr.

You may ask yourself, why the small head?