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Hooters
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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It's been a long running joke, threat, that I'm taking the boy to Hooters. And on Sunday, and not really keen on another Indian Buffet and having already visited our thrift shops and tried on some transsexuals discarded 4" stiletto heels (Who could resist? Especially with the boy along. Part of it was for the boy, the other part I won't discuss here), Hooters seemed the natural next destination.
If I'd bought the shoes I could have applied for a job. But if I'd bought the shoes I'd had to buy the pedicure, the nail polish, the stockings, skirt, corset and trench coat, make up and lipstick, I would doubtless have made a new world of friends but it would have cost me (and part of me is saying "Hell No, you MAKE money with an outfit like this...."), and somehow or another it wasn't meant to be. Boring old straight dad.
So we end up at Hooters, where I seem to remember kids eat free and I ask for a kids coloring book and crayons in the hopes that it creates, supports, the illusion.
The boy's not playing along. 15 and he's thinking for himself....
The first waitress, a tall brunette, boring, that bored "can I help you" look on her face. We look like we're having too much fun. The second, blonde, a little friendlier, she's the ticket. And I color, with my left hand, the backside of the coloring paper, with a big heart and "her name+dad" in the middle and little unicorns and rainbows and flowers all round, and whenever she approaches flip it over and shove it towards the boy.
We let her order. Then menu's pretty boring, wings and such, I'm not guessing that's why people come here.
The food, good for what it is, but before you rush out let me tell you anyone with a deep fryer and a can opener can pretty much open a Hooters. SO what you'd expect, but that's not a good thing.
For dessert, a brownie, giant, even sharing with the boy we don't finish half. If somehow they could have condensed the quality into a quarter the size it would be a tasty treat, as it is it would be easier eating sugar from a bag.
Tip, pay, leave, the boy wants to stay and see the waitresses reaction to the colored placemat, but as he refused to assist me in this I'm not staying, he reports from the car that she's smiling at the table reading it...
1 more off the bucket list. Now to go parachuting...
Sorting Buttons
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Miscellany
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A new sort of mindless activity to find my Zen in: Sorting Buttons.
Collecting, some would argue hoarding, raw materials for mixed media projects is something of a passion. Saving up things, scraps, for better days when I'll find time to make something of them...
From work, corks. Thousands. Over a hundred pounds already, and try collecting a hundred pounds of corks. Osso Buco bones from the restaurant, Bottle caps from the nearby pub, cigarette duty stamps, atlases & bibles, these are the beginnings...
And buttons. Don't ask how I got started, only that I did, and a few bags grew into a few hundred and I have this idea that before I go to Alaska I'll do something with them. Something grand. And I've begun to sort them.
First - into colors. I'm still on the various shades of white - Mother of Pearl, White, other. I could get anal and sort according to size and shape, patterns, textures as well, but, well, this is just the beginning.
Snipping threads, sorting, snipping threads, sorting. The downstairs cat considers this our quality time. Me, it's just dull repetition, freedom from obvious thought, time for the subconscious to work it's magic...
There are no ideas for the buttons as of yet. I've seen what other people are doing, I have other ideas, just nothing that calls to me. The Osso Buco bones, I need more but that project is already done in my head. Sorry, dishwasher, it wasn't the immunity necklace I promised. The corks, well, they're versatile, I can use them for almost anything. Atlas's & Bibles, I need more, but I know what I'm doing there as well.
But the buttons, sorting, color, hue, maybe later on shape and size, I haven't a clue, only that they're terrific raw materials.
Creativity And Dishonesty Go Hand In Hand
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Ideas & Questions
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Don't know if I agree, but food for thought nonetheless.
Quote: "Creativity is the art of concealing one's sources" - attributed to both Albert Einstein and Coco Chanel. Ah, the failure of the interweb. If you find out who really said it, let me know. I won't update this.
The Vogel Collection: thoroughly modest Medicis
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Or, in short, how it's possible to do and acquire great things if you have the eye and the inclination.
Link: The Telegraph - The Vogel Collection: thoroughly modest Medicis
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