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Let me tell you the tell of dinner. It was at the Smokehouse Grill here in Berea, KY. We had eaten there once before, Cosmic and I, and it was entirely mediocre. On a whim, I said, "Let us eat there again and get some things which should be more 'normal' for their menu than the my Philly cheesesteak sandwich I partook of last time."

And so we entered, and a slightly addled older woman seated us. I later overheard her saying to another customer, "I still don't have my table numbers down." This was the hostess.

We ordered dinner, it was easy. For myself, I ordered a sirloin, well done because I don't trust random restaurants not to give me salmonella if I don't. For sides, I ordered the 'broccoli casserole' and the 'rice pilaf.' Cosmic also had a sirloin, well done because she doesn't want to get horrible food poisoning from a dodgy kitchen, with a salad and 'loaded' baked potato.

We were, in the mean time, served an excellent Pepsi and some flavorless bread products (ostensibly dinner rolls) with some meager spreadable butter. Our waitress had forgotten to take our menus with her, though we had handed them directly into her hands. The salad was brought forth, and perched atop it were many croutons and gigantic pieces of onion. Cosmic said "Huh, the croutons have been soaked in something, maybe olive oil." Believing perchance I had found a new delicacy for my salads I tasted one and discovered that in fact it was not olive oil, it was old fry oil, for the croutons had been deep fried in it and then left to sit out and cool. There was french fry, okra, and other assorted flavors in the croutons. (This could become an avant garde technique to season croutons if it isn't already. If it becomes so, let the world know that it began here at the Smokehouse grill and nowhere else.)

Later, our menus were removed and food appeared before us. My steak was well past being merely well done. It was somewhere between overcooked cardboard and leather. Cosmic's steak was medium well, closer to medium, with a strange greasy outer coating. They had both been cooked upon a grill, probably with some of the gigantic stack of firewood behind the restaurant providing the heat. Mine was simply abandoned to the cruel fates of the grill, while Cosmic's must have found its way upon the griddle or a skillet filled with greasy remnants of other meals. Needless to say, these steaks were not very good in either case.

The side dishes fared little better, for Cosmic's 'loaded' baked potato was loaded only in the sense that it cost me 99 cents more than a different side. It was overcooked, had a few paltry crumbs of bacon upon it, and a smidge of cheese. There was no butter or sour cream to be found: she was forced by desperation to use the rest of the meager butter from the dinner rolls to try to salvage a decent potato from the ruin. Her attempt, I note, failed utterly. It was beyond salvation.

My sides were somehow even worse. The broccoli casserole may have been cooked in a casserole pan, but there was nothing else to indicate that this was not boiled bits of broccoli stems (I counted two tips in the dish and was afraid to look in the green-- I get ahead of myself I apologize). The broccoli stem chunks were served in a greenish snot-based liquid and entirely unseasoned. There was a garnish of bacon which I refused to touch, for it was several times more bacon than her potato had.

My rice pilaf was at least made of rice. I can only hope that the yellow color of the rice came from saffron in tap water, as it was cooked too long and had a flavor that I can only describe as "Hitler in a dish." If my hopes are vain, then I pray only that it was boiled and I will not be dying from whatever other fluid was used to create the abomination.

We soon quietly paid the check and exited, but not before bringing the picture linked via thumbnail at the top of the post home with us. Behold the glory of broccoli casserole and rice pilaf.

In conclusion, the best part of the meal was the Pepsi and the cleansing hand wipe Cosmic had in her purse. I feel bad for the truckers, travelers, old people from the nursing home next door, and in general anyone else who is either too addled to know better or completely unfamiliar with this restaurant. To anyone who eats there willingly more than once, I don't understand why you would. I will go to my grave regretting this dinner decision, and I hope that Cosmic will someday forgive me for the travesty done to her gentle palette on this ruinous day.
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So... after two hours on the phone to straighten everything out, I go to show them my picture ID at their office... and then have to straighten everything out again there since my order was canceled. If I didn't need their fast internet for SCIENCE I'd dump them like a hot potato filled with radioactive scorpions, because we've gone far beyond the point of merely being ridiculous (and we have the Kentucky Public Service Commission riding their buttocks, along with US Congressman Ben Chandler).

RIP PS3

Jun. 18th, 2011 10:50 pm
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My PS3 appears to be deadinated. :(

ugh

Mar. 29th, 2011 03:24 pm
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Office contaminated with mold-smelling air since they fixed the air duct to actually blow cold air into my office again x.x

Blarg

Jan. 7th, 2011 06:27 am
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I go from insomnia to "You sleep awesomely... and then wake up at 6 AM."
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*insert complaining about revisions*

Bleh

Aug. 21st, 2010 11:11 pm
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Stomach's been bothering me all week. Kinda sucks.

meh

May. 29th, 2009 11:32 pm
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Feel like yesterday and today were mostly wastes of good days.

Autosave

Mar. 21st, 2009 05:20 pm
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Man, I hate when I'm playing a game and the power goes out. Normally I'd just load an autosave up, but for whatever reason Hearts of Iron 2 take approximately 10 years to save a game, so I have autosaves turned off. This bit me in the butt today, because my awesome game as the US (which was going pretty well - I don't usually like playing the US because having to ship my troops around manually on boats gets old) got wiped, and my last save is from a year or two earlier in the game. D'oh
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One of the many things I've learned over the past couple years, this very last one the most, is that no one ever wants to do their part in things. Is it so much for me to expect people to actually do the things they've said they'll do, or that they've committed to? I get tired of putting in a ton of effort for something cool, and then having the other people involved just kind of... vanish.

I can count the number of people I can actually count on, on, well, one hand. And consequently the number of people I like and want to deal with has dropped to record lows not seen in decades. Maybe I just have standards that are entirely too high.

Yeah, it's probably my fault. It always is.

I'd settle for a little bit of honesty up front, instead of being led by the nose.
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Guys, it's not hard to say one sentence in 10 minutes. Especially not when there's like 6 of you. Really. It's not.

Exhausted

Jun. 28th, 2008 09:46 pm
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As the song says:

If I had a body double, he'd fill in constantly
Because honestly, I'm sick of everyone around me
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Long ago, I used to like wrestling. There are three things that changed my opinion of it, and likely they're not one's you'd expect. I do not, for example, care about the Montreal Screwjob.

First, the change from WWF to WWE. Vince McMahon giving into some hippies: totally not manly enough for wrestling. Second, Gold Dust's first appearance (that I saw anyway) in the ring where he spent 10 minutes basically masturbating. Yeah, I'm calling you out on that one Dustin Rhodes. Third, the decision to stop pretending it was real. If it was good enough for Andre the Giant, pretending it was real is good enough for me.

Yeah...

Dec. 16th, 2007 07:16 pm
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I'm just going to go sleep now. Maybe wake up in a couple years like Rip van Winkle.

Dentists

Sep. 27th, 2007 04:14 pm
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When you tell me that you're going to repair a cracked filling, this does not say to me "We're going to remove half of your tooth and replace it with non-tooth material." Further it doesn't say "We're not going to give you enough novocaine to mask the fact that we're going to drill to the nerve." It also doesn't say "The novocaine will wear off 30 minutes after you leave the office, so that you'll be reduced to a screaming wreck from the pain."

God bless the fact that I still had a couple pain pills from my kidney stone troubles. It doesn't hurt so much.

Oh, and to add to it, apparently somehow yesterday I broke my foot. Don't ask me how.

Blarg pt 2

Sep. 6th, 2007 05:34 am
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Man. I thought I was feeling better yesterday, but I started feeling like junk again. So bam, moar sleep. I've slept what, 30 out of the last 48 hours? Something silly like that. Maybe I'm finally getting over whatever this was.

Blarg

Sep. 5th, 2007 02:35 am
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Man. I felt so terrible yesterday. I had to go lay down around 6 or so and sleep. I wasn't sleepy, I just felt so bad, with my insides wanting to be part of my outsides, that I didn't have any choice really. So now it's like 8 hours later and I feel pretty good. My sleep schedule is even more messed up than normal, but I feel okay at least. :p

My Day

Aug. 30th, 2007 11:23 pm
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Wow.

I get up about 1. Then find out "Oh snap! I've got a dentist's appointment." Just a cleaning, but still. I find dentists to be pretty useless for me now that I have all of my permanent teeth and my wisdom teeth aren't threatening to destroy my mouth.

When I got done with that, my mouth tasted like mint and blood. My teeth, jaw, and gums all still hurt. Ugh.

Then I had to go to the bursar's office and financial aid and smack them. Or rather, I stood around and unleashed my Dad on them. He's good for that sort of thing.

Then came home and relaxed, played with Shadow because she's OMG OMG OMG all the time.

Then at 6:30 had to go up to school for a meeting thing with Dr. Parks since he's changing next week's lab - on short notice. That took about 3 hours to work through, talk about, etc. I like the new lab, but I think he should have had us do this in the summer, not 5 days before it gets taught.

Then I was abducted by my parents and forced to watch Snakes on a Plane with them. It was pretty crappy until after the initial snake kill sequence. From there on, it was pretty good. Amusing at the least.

It also meant my 10 PM gming didn't start until... like now. :p

Today

Aug. 28th, 2007 08:09 pm
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So, I went down to scope room 201 out before my lab, since that's where I'll be having my office hours/tutoring center time. I'm on the computer there (Jade will remember when I got on) and I got to adjust my glasses and I hear "pop." The screw holding half of the frame together came loose. -_-

Fortunately, help was only a phone call and my apartment away. Ten minutes later, my Dad rolls up with my other pair of these glasses - I had two sets made on identical frames.

After that, teaching was pretty easy. I think I got all the good students this time. I didn't give them much instruction, and they didn't ask too many questions, and they still breezed through the lab - both sections.

The only real downer is I think I jammed my knee when I was hustling down the stairs. Well that and I didn't sleep too much this morning, just kinda stared at the ceiling under the glow of blue LEDs from my PC.

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