July 20, 2007

-- Except for 10 or 60 phone calls received, and two meals eaten at home, I worked my ass down to a smoldering nub yesterday. Roughly 15 hours inside the Surf Report bunker... It’s dedication or mental illness, and either way’s fine with me.

Yesterday evening for dinner I made myself an excellent sub sandwich with Boar’s Head Black Forest ham, swiss cheese, lettuce, tomato, thinly-sliced red onion, and fresh-ground pepper. Oh, it was the sandwich of kings.

For lunch I had three slices of toast with apple butter. And in between meals I downed roughly the equal of Lake Huron in ice water.

When I quit working at 10:30 last night I watched an episode of The Shield, drank two Lord Chesterfield Ales, then went to bed.

So there you go. Critique away. Use the comments link below to produce another exciting episode of Reviewing The Shit Jeff Eats.

-- During my marathon session yesterday, I listened to an entire Clive Bull show. I rarely get the chance to hear him anymore, and it was great fun. 

I learned that somebody is auctioning off an old mousepad of Clive’s, which he autographed as “Mancow” (an inside-joke). 

Man, I’d love to get my hands on that thing… I sent the guy an email and asked if I’m eligible to bid on it, since the eBay page says UK Only. He said no problem, I’d just have to pay a little extra postage if I win.

So I’m gonna be watching that bitch, lurking and observing… And unless the price gets completely out of hand, it will be mine.

-- I haven’t applied for a job since we got home from Myrtle Beach . The thought of getting back into that bullshit, and wearing that suit again, just makes me profoundly sad...

A few days ago an unknown recruiter called and asked if I’d be interested in interviewing for a job in the “procurements” office at a company I’d never heard of, and I said absolutely. He told me somebody would call to set up an interview appointment, and I never heard another word from anyone.

And so it goes.

-- On Wednesday, the Day of Yuck, I watched a really good HBO documentary about the Brooklyn Dodgers. If you’re even mildly interested in the subject, I recommend it. 

Apparently there are people still a bit pissed-off about the Dodgers moving to Los Angeles . Almost fifty years later. One guy said that if he were ever in a room somehow with Hitler, Mussolini, and former Dodgers president Walter O’Malley, and had a gun with only two bullets in it, he’d shoot O’Malley twice. Heh.

Check out the film if you’re so inclined, I don’t think you’ll be disappointed. I loved every minute of it.

-- Will, the Keeper of the Blanket, has submitted a few more entries to our quotes collection. They’re at the top of the page, here. Thanks man, as always!

-- BCD has helped me out with a proposed design for a Surf Report business card, right here. Very cool!

-- And remember how I went to Canada a few days ago, and found myself completely baffled by the beer selection? Well, Canadian Surf Reporter Chris has come to the rescue with a handy pocket guide for my next visit. Check it out. I appreciate the effort!

-- Now I’m going to leave you with something from the Stealing Clive Bull’s Topics desk. We haven’t heard from the desk in a while, but they’ve submitted something for us today, something ingeniously simple… 

And the question is: Has anything funny ever happened at a funeral you attended?

One of Clive’s callers said his aunt slipped in the mud at a funeral, and fell face-first into an open grave. Man, I wish I could’ve seen that shit... 

And my mother tells a great story featuring my now-deceased grandmother. She (my granny) was reportedly sitting grave-side at a funeral once, in one of those metal chairs that link together. My grandmother’s, shall we say sturdy, sister flopped down beside her, and the whole row went over backwards. It was all old ladies, and their feet were sticking straight up in the air, their dresses up around their necks. Hilarious.

What about you? Do you have any stories to tell? Please use the comments link below.

And I’ll see you guys on Monday. Toney and the Secrets return tomorrow, and I am so ready to see them again. Sweet sainted mother of Avon Barksdale. It’s been a long, lonely week at the Compound, my friends.

Have a great weekend.

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