A sad day for Star Trek fans. RIP Joseph Pevney. He directed many ST episodes, including two of the best - Trouble with Tribbles and City on the Edge of Forever.
“Let me help.” A hundred years or so from now, I believe, a famous novelist will write a classic using that theme. He’ll recommend those three words over “I love you.”
What do you get when you feed a tribble too much? A fat tribble.
This commonwealth is one of the heaviest smoking places in the United States, and every single year the politicians of the commonwealth suck up money from tobacco lobbyists while refusing to institute smoke-free restaurant laws. I know Goode loves to keep constituents smoking like chimneys. That dumbs them down.
McGrady’s Irish Pub has decided to stand up to the money sucking politicians and go smoke-free. Always a great move. Now, will the outdoor seating go smoke-free? At least they have started with the first step.
The Local is smoke-free. They seem to be doing rather well and doesn’t seem to be going out of business. Boston, Ireland, California, Paris, Colorado, and NYC (to name just a few) have gone out of business since banning smoking. Right?
Why hasn’t every restaurant banned smoking. Come on South Street. Come on Blue Light.
The summer sunsets have started.
The long weekend rolls along. I’ll be heading out to go buy a flapper (toilet version…not that other kind) at Lowes (if they are open) in a few moments, but wanted to wrap up the holiday weekend stories.
We seem to love dog fights here in Vickginia. This fight doesn’t really sound like it was fair. Two and a half pounds for a dog? Is that really a dog? Most of the rats I see around here are in that weight class in. Did Vick take a leave of absence over the weekend?
On holiday weekends many people end up going to oriental restaurants since many others close. Seems as if even the armed robbers take the same approach.
On Sunday morning I noticed the nice old lady at the bus station waiting for her ride to church. I wonder if she is still waiting there this morning. One of the big problems is that a large percentage of the population can’t read, as is evident by driving around here. Word such as stop, no turn on red, yield, proceed with caution, and no parking are beyond understanding. By shutting down service it shows what a good thing it was to spend millions and millions on a bus station.
Side note: It was hard deciding on a title for this post. I went with the one I did to point out that one of the heroes of this commonwealth (VA is not a state) is the legendary dog fighter Michael Vick. The other one I considered was “The Dingo Ate My Baby,” but that one can probably be used next time UVA swaps a baby at the hospital. Then I’ll go with the title of “The Dingo Switched My Baby.” One of these days.
I’ve taken lots of snapshots here in town over the years of a smiley face that keeps appearing on walls. The tribal elders usually get things painted over in a matter of days to weeks. I’d always referred to those responsible for this activity as the Smiley Face Gang.
It seems as if this might not be that far from the truth. It seems as if “Smiley face killers” may be stalking college men. In the investigation of forty drowning deaths at least 12 creepy smiley faces were found where bodies were put in rivers and lakes.
Should local students be worried? Should they stay away from water? Are these faces creepy enough?
Snapshots of smiley face graffiti in Charlottesville.
I’ve often wondered how C-Ville has managed to avoid becoming a modern place (actually it boggles me how backwards this entire state is). Perhaps it is things such as roller derby and arm wrestling contests by a gaggle of gals. Of course with names such as The Homewrecker and The Prim Reaper you have to wonder.
When does mud wrestling start? Who remembers Stripes? I don’t think Ox had a good match that day.
A woman. A sunny Sunday afternoon. A semi-automatic pistol. A guy walking in to her house, pointing a semi-automatic pistol in her face, and demanding her money.
Sounds like a perfect day in the perfect city.
“The Fire” is one of those great historical stories from here at UVA where tradition runs deep (TJ and his ho house for instance). It seems that during the evening the festivities got out of control and fireworks almost burned down a few apartment complexes. Has a new tradition was started? I guess the students were lucky they didn’t do any burning down (of) the house. There is always next year.
As Harry the C-Ville mascot would say, “Only you can prevent fires due to fireworks.”
Speaking of Harry, did you notice how much our newly appointed mascot resembles Mr. Butts. Hmm…Virginnies breeding a tobacco plant with a pig…almost makes sense. Anyway, I’m sure we’ll hear more from Harry the C-Ville mascot in the future.
I often wonder how people in the local news industry maintain sanity. The lead story continues to be Harry the Hotdog. He took a beating when he was buried in a trailer park, so he clearly needs some care. This weekend there will be a fundraiser to help him out.
Have you met his brother? Hairy the Hotdog also wants help. He sat to close to this guy.
Hot Parvati won Survivor, but that was a minor detail. The big announcement is that the next Survivor this fall will be in full blown HD. Finally. I’ve been griping about this for years. I just don’t see how anyone can watch a show in HD. I think Survivor is the only one I’ve watched in years.
HD or bust. Bust in HD. Yeah…one of those two 
