TheBisch

It’s been awhile since I’ve eaten at a McDonald’s, but it’s hard not to notice the commercials. They’ve changed. No longer do you see a smiling Ronald McDonald, Grimace and Cheeseburglar. It’s all about basketball, hip-hop tunes, and street slang. I’ve found this odd, as the I remember the McDonald’s locations of my youth. My [...]

A lifetime of information…

I heard about the Supreme Court ruling on local government’s use of eminent domain the other day and I was going to go off on a nice long tirade about it. Instead, Enerd, a reader and frequent commenter, is my guest blogger for the day: As a property owner, I implore you to take a [...]

Gee, who thought they’d get that right?

The dishes with the paw print are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Please note, placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.

I’ve never owned a cuckoo clock before and I’m not sure why I wanted to have one all of the sudden. I set it up last week and have been letting it run. It’s a one day clock, which means you have to wind it everyday. My job isn’t very conducive to allowing it to run unchecked. I found a number of great resources online about cuckoo clocks. The problem is, I can’t find anywhere whether I should stop the clock when I travel, or let it run down.

The picture is from a real classified advertisement for someone selling a dining room table. The picture was definitely shot by a man, and you can tell. See if you are as good of a detective as I am. I found the clue in under a minute.

After reading about GFF running out of gas in the ghetto, it reminded me of a great road warrior story to share with all of you.