I had a really weird dream in which I was at a group lunch and I was seated across the table from Andrew Olechny. He was smiling at me in a mysterious Mona-Lisa-like manner, but the weird thing was that his entire body and hair, and his clothes were in a blue-grey camouflage scheme.

Then someone told me to throw someone's coffee away and I mistakenly threw it into some kind of machine the caterer brought, so then I had to go with her and help her clean it out. In the process, she started flirting with me and ended up giving me a number so I could call her. The number was: 778-777-2432.

The bigmouth on Monday Night Football

Ok,I listened to the young short guy (Jon Gruden) shoot his big fat mouth off for most of the 1st half, then he opined that to keep track of all of the rules in the NFL rulebook that you needed an "interpretater".

Excuse me, but what the hell is an "interpretater"? Is that an interpreter with a tater in his pants...? Where do they get these morons...?

Harry and Sons restaurant review-Atl., GA

Ok this is the first post by the AtlantaRestaurantCrank (URL to come later):

Location, location, location; that's about all that this place has going for it (other than the requisite loud, self-involved moronic Poncey-Highland crowd, a staple of places like this). Near Limerick Junction and Atkins Park, this place was loud when I walked in, and frenetically busy. I was the only one who'd agreed to be seated at the sushi bar, as the area served as the restaurant's freeway for servers, etc.

The bar itself was so high as to preclude any interaction with the sushi chefs, which was just as well, as they were working like men possessed. I should've known from their display of humorless sushi production not to order as I did, but here's what happened: I ordered salmon skin rolls, and a spider roll, and then the "chef's selection" of fresh sushi.

The last was my second mistake; the first was ordering a Grey Goose dirty martini to drink. When I'd finished the drink (and waited awhile before my waitron came back to check on me), I asked what the damage was for the martini. He sniffed that it was $9.95, "a dollar an ounce for Grey Goose vodka", like I was an insufferable moron for asking such a question. I opted next for an entire mini-bottle of chilled sake, for a more reasonable $7.00.

Finally the sushi came (after sitting atop the sushi bar with the dirty order ticket sitting on top of it, which was not cool); the two things I'd ordered custom, the salmon skin rolls and the spider roll, were very good, especially given the apparent workload the two sushi chefs were laboring under. The "chef's selection" of fresh sushi, however, was a complete disappointment, a standard offering of tuna, salmon, amaebi, (fake) crab stick, etc. and California rolls.

The Thai part of the menu looked promising, but I won't be back to see.