Story here.
* Except by "Hero", I mean "batshit-insane asshole".
Story here.
* Except by "Hero", I mean "batshit-insane asshole".

Stolen shamelessly from Becky's MySpace page. Thanks, Becky!
My BIL, Chuck, and his girlfriend, Becky, were among the lucky few who witnessed Barry's record-setting 756th home run in person.
Says Chuck:
Easily one of the Top 3 Moments of my life.
Chuck, Chuck, Chuck… So young, so naive. Just wait until you get a dog, and he's sound asleep on the floor in front of you, and he farts really loudly, and it jolts him awake, and it scares him so badly that he runs out of the room and hides under the office desk. That will easily occupy Moments 1-7.

At this moment, there's nothing I'd like more than to throw monkey feces at the person/people that designed this cushion. I'll spare you the details, except to say that Thursday morning I will be going to the doctor to get a tetanus shot.

Continuing with our beach-themed vacation, yesterday we visited Avila Beach.
If you step back for a second and look at some recent history, the Avila Beach of now is a far cry from the Avila Beach of when I was in college. Back in 1999, Unocal cleaned up some 400,000 gallons of oil by-products from underneath Avila, meaning that they dug up the entire beach and tore down pretty much all of the buildings along the beach front. It was not, by any stretch of the imagination, a beach resort vacation destination.
We didn't spend much time there, but the weather was perfect, and the T-man got to stick his toes into the chilly Pacific once again.

For lunch, we met up with some of my former VERITAS coworkers at the Cool Cat Cafe. Cool Cat is a burger joint straight out of the 50s, complete with greasy fries and real milkshakes. And let me tell you, if you're not used to eating that kind of food, you're not going to be feeling right for a couple of hours afterward. I believe the medical term for it is Food Coma.
Dinner was magnificent. Kelly brought home some takeout from our favoritist Italian joint in the whole wide world, Buona Tavola. I had the Tagliolini, and she had the Tortellini di zucca alla salvia e mascarpone (pumpkin tortellini). Both. To. Die. For. If you're ever in SLO (or Paso Robles), PLEASE eat at this restaurant. You will not be disappointed.
Not much happened, otherwise. It was a pretty low key and kick-back day.

Yeah. We're pathetic. We had lunch from Cugini's for the second day in a row. The pizza is sooooo gooooood! We just couldn't help ourselves.
Anyway, we didn't do a whole lot yesterday. We went for a walk in the morning, and, after lunch, we headed up to Morro Bay to walk around on Embarcadero St. We had a nice relaxing afternoon up there. The weather was perfect, and, by chance, the local merchants were having a street fair, so we got to check out an eclectic mix of wares being hawked. One guy was even selling backyard drilling contracts with his plates of BBQ Tri-Tip. That confused the hell out of me until I took my finger out of my eye socket and realized that his business was in fact backyard grilling. I are smart, Cletus.
For dinner, I had a Red Dragon Roll from Yanagi Sushi. That's absolutely one of my favorite rolls of all time, though I wouldn't go so far as to call it #1. In fact, I don't know if I could designate any roll as the top dog. There are just too many good ones out there to choose from.
Like I said, it was a pretty mellow day. You tend not to do too many Wild-N-Crazy Things when you have an infant in tow.
Not that I'm complaining. This downtime is just what the doctor ordered. It's nice to get away from it all.
Jeez, you leave for 2 years, and everything goes to hell. Not that there's anything wrong with country music, but when you're bombing down the Cuesta Grade at 11:30pm, and there's nothing on the XM radio, and you've listened to the CD in the deck about 47 times since you started driving, the next natural step is to turn on the good ol' terrestrial FM radio and tune into the stations that you know will play some good Top 40 tunes. Instead, I got an earful of manure.
Othere notable changes since the last time I was in SLO:

One thing that is still the same is the presence of elephant seals up north of San Simeon. As you can see from the picture above, they are quite fat and lazy. Get a job, ya bums!
Also, the weather is just about perfect compared to the cesspool that is the Sacramento Valley. Glad to see that hasn't changed.
We're having fun driving around, reminiscing about all the good times down here. It's hard to believe it has been over 10 years since I first came down here to go to school. This city is just so awesome.
We're also trying to hit all of our favorite restaurants while we're here. Yesterday, we hit up Cugini's (for me), Nucci's (for Kelly), and Mandarin Gourmet for dinner. That's always the dangerous part of coming back to SLO. There's just too much good food here.
As for Troy, how's he handling all of this, with the moderate climate and the fresh air and the beautiful sights? Let's just say that he "exploded" with enthusiasm, "unloading" his glee at being in new surroundings. He is "relieved" at the prospect of finally seeing where Mommy and Daddy went to college.
(I'll just come out and say it: he's no longer constipated. Yesterday was a BIG day for TroyTroy's colon.)
Congratulations, Danny and Greta! Their baby girl, as yet unnamed, was born this morning to two very proud parents. The full details are in a text message on my cell phone, which is dead at the moment, so the best I can do is wish them a hearty congratulations!
Re: the recent press accusations of motels and stagings in the show that have been doing the rounds, all I can say is they don't always tell the full story, but that’s life and part of being in the public eye I guess.
That's a non-denial denial if I've ever heard one.
Anyway, regardless of what they actually do or do-not-do while filming, Man vs. Wild remains one of my favorite television shows. After all, I'm watching it for entertainment purposes, not for learning how to survive in the wild. If I wanted that, I would grow a beard, move to Montana, and befriend a grizzly bear named Ted, and we'd frolic in the mountain valleys and drink too much boxed wine on our cross country road trips and use fluffy bunnies as toilet paper. You know, just like in college.
