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Posts from September 2013


Do not put ketchup on your dog... ever!
I was reading this story the other day of how The Detroit Tigers fired a hot dog vendor for hating ketchup and it got me thinking about my own disgust for the condiment that everyone but me seems to love: Ketchup.

Apparently Detroit’s own Charlie Marcuse – who’s locally famous for singing while he’s selling hot dogs in the stands at Comerica Park – supposedly took his act too far and was angering fans by refusing to put ketchup on the dogs.
He had a strict mustard-only policy – and ended up getting combative with customers when they disagreed. People were actually so angry with him that they filed enough complaints to get him fired.

Now, I can’t say that I blame them for canning the guy if he was endangering people, but to be blunt I think he was in the right when he insisted on a no ketchup rule that pertained to hot dogs!  

Growing up I was taught at an early age that ketchup was for French fries and to cover the taste of bad burgers; mustard however was for everything else (including at times French fries). Think about it, from soft pretzels to perogies, mustard is the world’s most user friendly condiment.

Mustard has every kind of pedigree from basic yellow goodness, to the elite gourmet distinction of a Dijon style that people would ask for while being chaffered around during lunch.  Name me one gourmet ketchup hybrid… you can’t, cause there isn’t any!

The Romans were probably the first to experiment with the preparation of mustard as a condiment which undoubtedly contributed to its awesomeness because as we all know: Italians are outstanding cooks, but the first ever appearance of mustard makers on the royal registers in Paris dates back to 1292 … while ketchup wasn’t  born the 1690s when the Chinese mixed a concoction of pickled fish and spices and called it (in the Amoy dialect) kôe-chiap which in the 18th century the English eventually termed ketchup. See, mustard even has an advantage in its maturity.

To sum it up I would rather eat a hot dog blessed with a condiment made from the seeds of a mustard plant, than I would a concoction of pickled fish and spices… and like Charlie Marcuse I have to insist on the same for you too.
You’re welcome.
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Want my tickets... then you'll take my step-daughter!

I'm not sure that "shocked" is the word that best describes my attitude about this but I wanted to shared this story with you: Unbelievable as it may sound... a man put an ad on Craigslist offering a free ticket to Saturday’s Tennessee-Florida game, but there’s a catch.

If you want the ticket, you’ve got to take the guy’s step-daughter with you.

“My step-daughter’s date backed out,” wrote the anonymous step-father. “His loss, your gain.”

The man requires the date to be “an attractive, professional, single, well-educated gentleman” who is not “threatened by an attractive, professional, single, well-educated lady.”

You’re also on the hook for dinner and drinks – and you have to send in a picture of yourself to even be considered.

To see the ad click the link below and scroll to the bottom!

I have no words!!!

http://fansided.com/2013/09/18/man-offering-free-ticket-florida-tennessee-game-adds-date-stepdaughter/
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In the future I will be charging by the hour...



In Japanese the word "ossan" (おっさん) is somewhat of a rude word for middle aged-dudes. How would you like to rent an ossan? Well, in Tokyo, you can.

Enter Ossan Rental, a middle-aged man rental service that makes older gentlemen available for only 1,000 yen (US$10) an hour.

And not just regular old dudes, but 65 year-old former Japanese pro ballplayer Mikio Sendou (who was an All-Star in 1978!) and 46 year-old "fashion producer" Takanobu Nishimoto. Currently, there are only two ossan for rent.
The hair. Just look at the hair! It's magnificent. These aren't video game characters. They're men who would like to drink cocktails… Read…

This is not a sexual service! Or a host club. Japanese website NariNari explains that you are renting an ossan to do things like, for example, going to art galleries, having lunch and talking about your love life, test driving cars with you, renting weepy DVDs, looking at new apartments together, complimenting you, and even giving you ideas.
You can even hire an ossan to run your errands or do your shopping. And in Sendou's case, you can have him sign old baseball cards!

Basically, in my “third act” here on earth, I see myself either here in the USA being a University security guard, a beach comber for a hotel in some southern coastal town, or greeter for Walmart… but in Japan I am a hot commodity that can charge by the hour! 

Retirement plan made!

Boom!
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