I love The Idler. (The magazine. Though I also have the fondness for Sue and her idle ways.)
The Minearverse 5: Closer to the Earth, Further from the Ax
[NAFDA] "There will be an occasional happy, so that it might be crushed under the boot of the writer." From Zorro to Angel (including Wonderfalls, The Inside and Drive), this is where Buffistas come to anoint themselves in the bloodbath.
There used to be a pub in toronto and an associated literary mag called The Idler. The pub might still be there, but the mag has folded.
I once had to replace the idler in my car.
OK, it was the idler arm.
I've been to a bar called The Idler. The stairs there are tricky, man, and you gotta watch out for the SHITs.
and you gotta watch out for the SHITs.
Bad beer? Really spicy wings? Ex-Lax martinis?
Leaky toilet above the stairs?
South Haven Iced Tea.
It's a hurricane glass of We've Come For Your Liver.
It's a hurricane glass of We've Come For Your Liver.
There's a place back home that serves this with Cayenne pepper rimming the glass. It's called Tiger (as in LSU) tea.
Today at lunch I will be having kadhi prawn, mix dal, and cardamom basmati, with caramel chestnut marjolaine for dessert. I will be passing up a seafood bar with oysters on the halfshell and Dungeness crab; tavuk izgara (turkish roasted chicken); and tamarind glazed baby back ribs.
On the other hand, my chances of saying "hi" to Tim or Kristen are pretty much nil unless I start hallucinating.
Speaking of lunch, I have a random gripe. I like sandwiches with turkey and bacon. Bacon is usually extra. often, a sandwich place (like subway or blimpie) will have some sort of "club" sandwich with turkey, bacon, and other stuff. It's usually cheaper than having a turkey sandwich with bacon, for more stuff. It irritates me to pay more for less. I can order the club without the extra stuff, but that often confuses the counter people. Argh! Today, I paid about a dollar more for a sandwich that had less meat in it.