Joe says…
I wish I could put into words how wretched the sound of someone slurping a drink is to my ears: I. Can. Not. Stand it. It could be my own wife; it could be a small, loving child; it could be Cindy Crawford; or it could be me. I can’t even stand the sound of myself slurping. I want to slit my own throat. There’s no excuse for it. Nothing is that hot and if it is you shouldn’t be drinking it. I probably haven’t got the point across yet but you need to understand that I can’t be friends with you anymore, I can’t be married to you, I must disown you if you’re going to slurp your beverages.

That said, if you’re a foley artist and you see some actor on screen sucking on a coffee, please don’t feel the need to add the slurping sound effect every fucking time. We can see she’s drinking the coffee, okay? It’s not enhancing the experience to hear the liquid bubbling past her collagen-injected lips like air out of a whoopie cushion. More importantly, why do you feel the need to add the slurp sound when someone is sipping a glass of wine or a tumbler of scotch? If my best friend in the whole world slurped his single malt, I’d punch him in the mouth, right through the fucking glass.

Dave muses…
I’m more of a Maker’s Mark kinda guy. Which, by the way, makes for a good stiffener after an arduous day.

Here we go again.

Last year, the Cleveland area had record snowfall. So it’s probably not a big surprise that I’m not looking forward to Winter, not that I usually would. I have to admit that we had a long, beautiful Autumn. The wind and trees conspired to drop pretty much all of the leaves within about nine days, so we managed to get all the leaves cleaned up in two relatively short Saturday afternoons.

Still, my internal clock is set to mid-April. It’ll wake me when we see the sun again.

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I’m going to try this later and I’ll post a review here.

Dave screams…
45 CENTS FOR A TANK OF GAS!!!

“HOW OH HOW CAN I ALSO HAVE A TANK OF GAS FOR 45 CENTS?!?” you ask, plaintively.

Well, you see, Giant Eagle has this program called “Fuel Perks.” It works like this: you allow them to track you like cattle when you shop at their store. They give you the “Advantage Card,” which you use every time you buy their overpriced groceries. It’ll give you a little savings off of some of your merchandise, and they learn what you like to eat so that some day when our Corporate Overlords finally move us all into work camps, they’ll know how to stock the larder.*

Anyway, they also give you ten cents off per gallon of gas you purchase at their GetGo stations for every $50 worth of merchandise you buy. So Jul and I had $1.00 saved up. Then we moved Maxx’s insulin prescription over from Medic when they went belly-up (that’s another story). For moving prescriptions over to them during the Medic-to-Walgreen’s transition, Giant Eagle was offering a $1 off per gallon coupon. So now we had $2.00 off/gallon. Then we went grocery shopping, bringing our total discount up to $2.20. I had the SUV with me yesterday and ran the tank virtually dry in anticipation of filling up with cheap gas. This I did, to the tune of 2.9 cents per gallon! Wow, that was great.

Now if only the oil companies would temper their greed a bit, it wouldn’t be so exciting to get cheap gas once.

* I made that part up

If you’re working a polling place, you may want to refrain from catching a smoke, dropping the butt on the ground, crushing it with your heel, and leaving it there. You may think nothing of it, but many of us see that and think “damn, that guy’s a pig” and cast our vote for the other guy.

Just a li’l heads-up for you.