Never heard of it.
Apparently the Canadian Prime Minister isn't going to get to sample any any time soon either.
And if you're not too sure what I'm referring to, then you need to just unplug your computer right now and throw it out the nearest window. Oh, and take a hammer to your TV while you're at it.
Either that, or you just woke up from a 17 day coma, in which case all is forgiven.
Turns out, in a fashion typical of most politicians, they managed to totally screw up the bet anyway. Who wants to have someone buy you a case of Molsons?
What's that all about?
Isn't the guy who loses the bet supposed to humbly drop off the beer at the winner's front door? I'm sure Obama can find 24 Sussex.
There's enough links in there for a brain damaged three year old to figure it out, so go crazy.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
A parallel universe.
A parallel universe was where I thought I was this morning when I heard the medal standings at the Vancouver Olympics.
I mean, the first thing I said was, "What on Earth?"
And then I got to thinking that just perhaps we had some how slipped through to another dimension, since the possibility of such an occurrence on this Earth was pretty far fetched.
I mean, how is it even possible?
Didn't we always suck?
Also, I tend to equate medal standings to the population of a nation, such that say, China should have what? fifty thousand times the number of medals of anyone else? I'm just being facetious here, but you know what I'm saying. It's like when the Yanks go on about how many of their brave young men have fallen in the desert. Sorry, but based on our relative populations, we've lost WAY more soldiers.
Just one of my pet peeves.
We're still contemplating hitting a hotel tonight to take in the Canada/USA hockey game. This whole business of living in a foreign country during the Olympics was very poorly planned, I must say.
Somehow we didn't co-ordinate the long term career plans of my travelling companion with the inner workings of the IOC.
Who knew?
Yesterday we decided to go out on the main drag for a little stroll. Lemme tell ya, Mariahilfer Strasse on a Saturday afternoon is NUTS. Just think of the busiest commercial street in any major city. It's right up there.
Beggars, Pick-pockets, Shoppers. In that order of annoyance.
So happens though we did find a really nice little restaurant just off the beaten path. It was down past one of the first Churches we went to a few weeks back. I'd make reference to hypothermia, but that would just be confusing, since it's been an underlying theme for all of the Church visits up to this point.
I made sure I asked for a card from this place, since we not only want to go back, but wouldn't mind recommending it to anyone looking for a decent place to eat. They don't have a website for me to link to, but I'll stick in the name just the same. It's "Frascati", and a firm knowledge of Italian doesn't help, but German seemed to work just fine. Of course, most all the staff had thick Italian accents. I put in a google map link if you're at all interested, here...
I think I was mostly intrigued by the view looking south off Mariahilfer, so we simply decided to wander down one of the side streets.
Anyway, since we didn't think we were all that hungry, we decided to order one pizza between us. I mean, the pizzas were running around €8, so really, how big could one be? Well, turns out that was a good plan, since the very obvious tourists who were at a neighbouring table thought they'd order one pizza each.
Fools.
The look on their faces when their meal arrived was worth the price of admission.
There wasn't really enough room on the table.
So that makes for numerous reasons to go back. First of all, decent sized portions with decent service, and the most important criteria of all, a non-smoking section that was almost in the next district from the smokers. Pretty rare in Vienna I'm afraid. Normally the "non-smoking" section in restaurants here is pretty lame, and tends to be not only within sight and smell of the smokers, but it always seems to work that the ventilation system, if there is one, manages to pull all the smoke out past the non-smokers.
Makes for such an enjoyable dining experience.
Just to add to the bedlam on Mariahilfer, we couldn't help but notice that the constabulary were out directing traffic. It wasn't making any sense that they were not allowing cars to go east, while westbound traffic was OK.
We had learned through bad experience back in December, that the very best place for the car on a Saturday afternoon is right down in the parking garage, 'cause you might get out, but getting back home again might prove to be impossible.
Yesterday would have been no exception, since a bunch of knobs decided to have a protest right at the intersection of Mariahilfer and Schottenfeldgasse. At first I felt rather bad for all the traffic that got stopped, but on second thought, I just figured it didn't take me that long to learn, what's wrong with you people?
Get a clue.
After having a brief look at the "protest", I also came to realise that this was the same raggedy assed smelly bunch that used to protest this or that when I went to school back in the 70s!
It was like stepping back in time....
Once again, I'd like to refer to the aforementioned rift in the space/time continuum, as relates to our gold medal standings.....
See how I tie this all together?
Here they are...
I mean, the first thing I said was, "What on Earth?"
And then I got to thinking that just perhaps we had some how slipped through to another dimension, since the possibility of such an occurrence on this Earth was pretty far fetched.
I mean, how is it even possible?
Didn't we always suck?
Also, I tend to equate medal standings to the population of a nation, such that say, China should have what? fifty thousand times the number of medals of anyone else? I'm just being facetious here, but you know what I'm saying. It's like when the Yanks go on about how many of their brave young men have fallen in the desert. Sorry, but based on our relative populations, we've lost WAY more soldiers.
Just one of my pet peeves.
We're still contemplating hitting a hotel tonight to take in the Canada/USA hockey game. This whole business of living in a foreign country during the Olympics was very poorly planned, I must say.
Somehow we didn't co-ordinate the long term career plans of my travelling companion with the inner workings of the IOC.
Who knew?
Yesterday we decided to go out on the main drag for a little stroll. Lemme tell ya, Mariahilfer Strasse on a Saturday afternoon is NUTS. Just think of the busiest commercial street in any major city. It's right up there.
Beggars, Pick-pockets, Shoppers. In that order of annoyance.
So happens though we did find a really nice little restaurant just off the beaten path. It was down past one of the first Churches we went to a few weeks back. I'd make reference to hypothermia, but that would just be confusing, since it's been an underlying theme for all of the Church visits up to this point.
I made sure I asked for a card from this place, since we not only want to go back, but wouldn't mind recommending it to anyone looking for a decent place to eat. They don't have a website for me to link to, but I'll stick in the name just the same. It's "Frascati", and a firm knowledge of Italian doesn't help, but German seemed to work just fine. Of course, most all the staff had thick Italian accents. I put in a google map link if you're at all interested, here...
I think I was mostly intrigued by the view looking south off Mariahilfer, so we simply decided to wander down one of the side streets.
Anyway, since we didn't think we were all that hungry, we decided to order one pizza between us. I mean, the pizzas were running around €8, so really, how big could one be? Well, turns out that was a good plan, since the very obvious tourists who were at a neighbouring table thought they'd order one pizza each.
Fools.
The look on their faces when their meal arrived was worth the price of admission.
There wasn't really enough room on the table.
So that makes for numerous reasons to go back. First of all, decent sized portions with decent service, and the most important criteria of all, a non-smoking section that was almost in the next district from the smokers. Pretty rare in Vienna I'm afraid. Normally the "non-smoking" section in restaurants here is pretty lame, and tends to be not only within sight and smell of the smokers, but it always seems to work that the ventilation system, if there is one, manages to pull all the smoke out past the non-smokers.
Makes for such an enjoyable dining experience.
Just to add to the bedlam on Mariahilfer, we couldn't help but notice that the constabulary were out directing traffic. It wasn't making any sense that they were not allowing cars to go east, while westbound traffic was OK.
We had learned through bad experience back in December, that the very best place for the car on a Saturday afternoon is right down in the parking garage, 'cause you might get out, but getting back home again might prove to be impossible.
Yesterday would have been no exception, since a bunch of knobs decided to have a protest right at the intersection of Mariahilfer and Schottenfeldgasse. At first I felt rather bad for all the traffic that got stopped, but on second thought, I just figured it didn't take me that long to learn, what's wrong with you people?
Get a clue.
After having a brief look at the "protest", I also came to realise that this was the same raggedy assed smelly bunch that used to protest this or that when I went to school back in the 70s!
It was like stepping back in time....
Once again, I'd like to refer to the aforementioned rift in the space/time continuum, as relates to our gold medal standings.....
See how I tie this all together?
Here they are...
Thursday, February 25, 2010
At least they tell you.
Did you get that?
C'mon people! Sound it out. Something to do with water, right?
See the little blue squiggly lines? Pretty sure that's an internationally recognised symbol for water...
Isn't it?
OK, I won't torture you anymore. They had to shut off the water this morning.
This is actually pretty accommodating, since that was certainly never the case when we were in Puerto Rico. Damned good thing we had an 800 gallon cistern at the side of the house, since with no warning at all, the water would be shut off sometimes for a couple days.
No clue as to the reason why.
We also had to make use of the 10kw stand-by generator on just about a weekly basis as well, but that's another story.....
I'm only mentioning this to reassure everyone that, in spite of certain technical setbacks regarding say, internet and phone installation, there are actually people in this country that have a clue.
And when they indicated that the water would be back on at 8:30, they weren't kidding. Whatever it was, they only needed the hour.
I've been reading some forum comments on a couple local blurbs talking about how rude and pushy some people here in Wienerland can be, but I rather think this is a big city phenomenon, since I find people tend to get in my face just a bit too much anyway. I mean, I've been at the check-out at various large grocery stores in our neighbourhood back home, (and well, elsewhere) and have had the overwhelming urge to give someone a good swift elbow to the larynx. (and who hasn't, I might add?)
I haven't been charged with assault yet, but the jury is still out on that one.
There was one time there, when I turned to some idiot breathing down my neck and asked if he was paying? And if not? Then maybe he'd like to step back! (that whole pin number thing)
He looked at me with a certain amount of indignation, but I'm sure it would have been a completely different look had my right big toe come in sharp contact with his privates.
Anyway.
Getting back to the Puerto Rico situation, the only thing I had going for me when getting crowded at the check-out, was the fact that I'm taller than just about 99% of all Puerto Ricans. Just wish I could possibly tolerate going without a shower for a few days, but unfortunately it's just not in my nature, so getting to the point where someone else can smell my B.O. is pretty far fetched. So using some sort of body odour ploy wasn't an option.
Maybe a can of that stuff hunters use to attract deer in the fall? That *must* be pretty smelly. Huh? Huh?
A really lame assed pun has been long overdue.
*snort*!

Yup. That'll do.
Sorry it's just a small image if you click on it. Have to take what I can get with borrowed images. Oh, and if you have the overwhelming urge to get some of your own, you can get yours here.
You could become a "distributor"!
By this point you've quite likely figured out that there "ain't much happenin' " today in Wienerland.
I promise though not to include any pictures of really big logs.
Keep it between the ditches.
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