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March 31, 2008
Not a Fools Day Joke
I post this on March 31, knowing full well that tomorrow is April Fool's Day. The reason I post is because of the newest Japanese players in Major League Baseball. His name: Kosuke Fukudome.
That's right. Not only is he a pretty darn good player, but his name is a mixture of sexual pleasure and the Thunderdome.
Not that you actually pronounce it "fuck-you-dome," but I'm sure there are a lot of hick-like people wondering who the hell this "f-u" guy is.
Posted by Seth at 09:09 PM | Comments (1)
March 30, 2008
Ash Fought the Law (among others)
St. Patrick's Day in Kansas City can sometimes be an absolute mess. Aside from the masses of people congregating on Grand with COOLERS of beer at 9:30 (drunk by 11), there's usually reports of pedestrians urinating in parking lots, car break-ins and, sometimes, even shootings or stabbings. All of this happens in, or around, the Kansas City St. Patrick's Day Parade.
This year looked to be a little bit more promising in the ease department since it was a rainy, gloomy day.
That last statement turned out to be understatement of 2008...
The weekend of St. Patrick's Day (the holiday was on a Monday, if you recall) brought the residents of our block new caution signs inside of our buildings. The signs basically said to not park on our section of the street after 8 a.m. on Monday (St. Patties Day) because that's where the parade turns around. If a car is parked there, it'll be towed.
Fair enough. We move our car by 8:00, we don't get towed.
After working some on Sunday evening, I came home and parked in front of our building around 9:00. There were cars everywhere on the street. I knew that Ashlee was leaving by 7:00 a.m. (one full hour before the towing) so parking in front wouldn't be a problem.
The next morning, we were getting ready for work and Ash left when she was supposed to – 6:55. It wasn't one minute after she left that I received a phone call from her telling me that her car was gone. Upon looking outside, there were NO cars left on the street. The lone truck that was across the street had just been hooked up to the tow truck and drove off AFTER the owner of the truck asked him to NOT tow it.
Ash told me on the phone that the police that were downstairs had no idea about the signs posted in our buildings, and instead, pointed towards the "Emergency NO Parking Day Or Night" signs that had magically appeared between me coming home the previous night and when the cars had been towed away.
Saying we were pissed doesn't quite describe our feelings.
During lunch, we made it out to the tow lot to pick up her car. After paying $145 for the tow fee, we found out that she had received a $38 ticket for illegal parking in an emergency zone. To top it all off, the car was towed at 5:22 a.m.
Yes, nearly three hours BEFORE we were told to have cars moved.
Being in the festive mood, Ash started to make phone calls around the city. She contacted Parking Control. She contacted the Police. She spent a good chunk of her afternoon trying to find out who was responsible for this mess. Surprisingly, she received the runaround.
When we got home that night, we saw a note from the guy whose truck was towed in front of his eyes. Poor guy, both his AND his fiancé's vehicles were towed. The note was asking if anyone else had been towed and wanted to fight it. So we called him and told him what we had found out so far.
The next day Ashlee finally talked to someone that had an idea of what was going on – the director of the parade. Ash explained the whole situation and basically told them that we should be reimbursed for our troubles. Here's the shocker, the parade director agreed.
Long story short, we're to be receiving a check next week for our expenses. Of course, no one from the city will take responsibility, so next year's parade will be around $600 less spectacular. Not that any of the drunkards will notice it.
Posted by Seth at 09:51 AM | Comments (3)
March 24, 2008
Ticketmaster'd
So I'm going to go see Spoon at the Uptown Theatre here in Kansas City. Of the two official ways you can get tickets, one is walking up to the box office at the Uptown. Since I'm not ever at the Uptown, the next easiest, and technically only other, way is to buy them from Ticketmaster (you know, the company that tons of people love?).
Looking on Ticketmaster, it appears that tickets are $15 a pop. That's fine and I was ready to purchase when I noticed that I only had four options of delivery:
- UPS Next Day
- UPS Two Day
- UPS Three Day
- International Will Call
WHAT THE HELL IS INTERNATIONAL WILL CALL? If you want to know, it's when you're from out of the country and they can't ship you the tickets. It's for international people. Going to see Spoon. In Kansas City.
Anyway, I decide to call customer service to see if I can't just get will call tickets rather than UPSing something to me.
The lady was very robotic but allowed me to get the tickets at will call. As she was taking me through the purchase, I noticed a lot of typing going on and realized that the questions she had been asking me were the exact same options as I got when navigating the web site. Sure enough, when she got to the option of how I received my tickets, she asked if I wanted to do UPS or Will Call.
Uh... seriously? Had she forgotten the story that I told her about NOT wanting to UPS and was it possible for me to do Will Call even though I wasn't from another country? Whatever. The tickets have been ordered and I'm going to see Spoon. Thanks Ticketmaster, the surcharges were superb as was the customer service.
Posted by Seth at 04:07 PM | Comments (3)
March 12, 2008
Sykes' Touch of Death Grows
There's a well-known fact that nearly any movie that Wanda Sykes is cast in, said movie will suck (see item number four). Apparently, that harbinger quality of hers isn't limited to movies.
Recently, Sykes was cast as the talking apple in Applebee's latest campaign.
Unfortunately, Applebee's wasn't aware that whatever Sykes touches turns to crap. If they DID know that, then I'm sure they wouldn't have just scrapped the talking apple campaign.
Poor Wanda.
Posted by Seth at 07:09 AM | Comments (0)
March 09, 2008
I Call Shenanigans on the Re-Do
Remember back in January when I wrote about the Atlanta Hawks and the Miami Heat having to replay the final 50 seconds of their game because of a scorer's error? Yeah, still stilly, but yesterday was the day that they re-did that 50+ seconds. Surprisingly enough, Atlanta won AGAIN.
But I'm calling shenanigans on the whole deal.
The whole point of re-doing things was because Shaq didn't really foul out of the game. Therefore he needed to be on the court. Can anyone tell me which team Shaq plays for? If you said Phoenix, then you're correct. And yes, no one from Phoenix played in a game that was between the Hawks and the Heat.
Furthermore, there was a whole slew of players there that shouldn't have been. How is this even fair to the fans!?!
You're losing your cred, NBA. Losing it!
Posted by Seth at 08:01 AM | Comments (2)
March 08, 2008
Good Pizza, Good Company and Drunk Soccer Moms
If you happen to live in the Kansas City area and really like pizza, then one place you must visit (before you leave this steel plate-infested city) is Waldo Pizza. The pizza there is undubitably and magically delicious, and it doesn't hurt that their salad bar rocks, too.
Not being a frequenter of Waldo Pizza, sometimes the idea of going there pops up in your head and you can't satisfy it without heading out to Waldo. Last night was one of those nights. I think that I had been to Waldo Pizza just one other time on a Friday night. It must not have left an impression since I was ill-prepared for what happened last night.
Our dining spot last night was in the bar portion of the restaurant. It's a lot roomier (because it's a bar) and has larger tables for bigger parties to sit at. Since I'm talking about parties, I should also mention that there was a large party going on that consisted of a kids sports team.
To recap the situation: large bar room, adults drinking, kids eating/running around.
Waldo Pizza, to be fair, is a family-friendly place (hell, they even have a magician come in from time to time). But at one point, towards the end of the party, the kids were all given goodie bags. Inside these goodie bags, among other things that they cared not about, was overs-sized inflatable soccer and basketballs. And you'd be kidding yourself if there was one kid who didn't break that out, inflate it and start dribbling around the bar.
Family restaurant, I get. But a Chuckie Cheese Romparoom, it's not.
After five minutes of this dribbling noise going on, we were quite annoyed. Maybe too visually so.
As we were finishing our salads, a waitress came up behind us and asked us if we were enjoying ourselves. Someone mentioned that it was actually a bit rowdy. She replied with something about Waldo Pizza on a Friday night, yeah there will be kids running around.
Something wasn't right about the tone I was hearing, but they were behind me and I didn't want to gawk. We replied with understanding that it was a kid-friendly place, but maybe they shouldn't be running around everywhere and making so much noise. The reply we got was, "then why don't you just leave you fucking bitch."
Surprise to Seth, IT WASN'T A WAITRESS!!!
Far from it, in fact. It was actually one of the mothers of the kids bouncing the balls all over the place. One of the kids who had actually just come and stood right next to his mom while she cussed out our table and threatened to kick our asses.
It was something out of left field and a bit funny after it all calmed down. My only guess is that she's encountered people not liking an overwhelming amount of kid noise before and was a) a little tipsy at the moment, and, b) not going to "take it" any longer.
Again, if you can, make it down to Waldo Pizza. Just make sure you bring a shank and a high tolerance with you.
Posted by Seth at 08:18 AM | Comments (2)
March 05, 2008
The 'Stache is a Hit
A while back I made known that I wore a mustache for a day (and what a sweet look it is, I might say). As many of you hoped, it was indeed there for only a day and I'll let you know that I'm currently not growing another one. But, by the power of the internet, the 'stache is back and is now forever cataloged outside of this site.
Yours truly has been featured in the AAA's (American Academy of Advertising) 50th Anniversary eNewsletter. I'm labeled as a Featured Industry Leader on page 115, but I would never think that of myself. As you can see, while I take work seriously, my face is another story.
Go check it out if you can, it's pretty cool. And I'm officially a big deal, now.
Posted by Seth at 12:08 PM | Comments (1)