Organize This
There are some muthafukin' dense muthafukas where I work. IATSE is trying to unionize my office under Local 839, the animation guild, and there are folks that actually think it's a good idea. These dumb sombitches work at the cushiest place in town, getting paid better than any other facility in town (on average) and they're actually entertaining the idea that collective bargaining will somehow make their working life better. And the debates, all day, back and forth, in e-mail. The whole thing makes me glad I don't own a bolt gun so that I could put these cattle out of their misery.
Anyway, just another reason to be considering the way of the ronin come Jan. 1 and chalk this episode up as a learning experience. Hairless apes just weren't meant to be happy, no matter how good they get it is the moral I'm taking with me. Not a new theory, just more evidence to prove the same.
I had a pseudo business dinner last night that could be one option when my boots get to walking. We talked shop over meat at Ruth's Chris in Beverly Hills. I'd never been there before. Now I have. It was alright. Not the best steak I've ever had but not too bad. That in mind, it was rather disappointing. I'm of a mind, if I'm spending more than $20 on a piece of meat I better have to strain to keep from convulsing from orgasmic spasms with each bite. See, my bro and I have this theory, for $8 we've never walked away from a Sizzler feeling cheated. For $15-20 I've never had a bad meal at Outback.
On average, Outback's meat is the best bang-for-the-buck going in restaraunt steak. For $35 I want the protein equivelent of MDMA and I didn't get it. So, unless I'm trying to impress someone with my choice of WASPy dining I don't think I'll be going back there again any time soon. Blah-blah, 500 degree sizzling plate, blah-blah cooked in butter...my buddy Nikos has made shorts spraying, marbled and luscious GOTDAMN! with nothing more than a $9 piece of meat and a bag of rock salt. Keep trying Ruth.
Got my Deftones tickets today. Woo-hoo! Now I just need a date.
I’m available. I’ll even dress sexy for ya. ;-)
and i hear that he’s good in bed too…
Um...that really wasn’t necessary EL.
;)
Pappas Steak House on Westheimer. Good stuff, one of the few higher dollar steak houses I’d spend money at, the alternative to RC’s.
I’m more a sushi kinda fella, but Pappas is where I go when I’m steak fiending…
I’m not particularly a sushi lover, but I like the Americanized “roll” variety. I’ve got a place around the corner from where I live, Sushi Dan, that’s good and tasty and not very expensive. In yet another example of the irony that permeates SoCal the best sushi to be had can be found in my neighborhood, “the Valley”, which is nowhere near the water or the in-desperate-need-of-a-head-butt “West Side”.
Anyway, I’m a carnivore at heart. Love, love, love steak. Love burgers. Burgers and steak. Meat, meat, meat. The only thing that could curb my enthusiasm for beef would be buffalo or venison on the menu. Mmmmm-mmmmm...is it lunchtime yet?
Funny thing is though, I’m meeting a friend for lunch at a sushi place. Hah-hah.
I’d offer to accompany, but I’ve chartered out the Airstream and my best burlap sack is at the cleaners.
...burlap sacks don’t have to be clean damnit… come to Houston, we’ll feed ya.
Burlap sack?
Que?
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