fine whine

Though it coincides with the beginning of the new year, my attempt to post more frequently has nothing to do with any official New Year’s Resolution. That said, if I have any chance of keeping it up, I’m probably going to need to have some drafts ready for future dates when I can’t find anything interesting to post.

Which leads me to a fortune I recently found in a cookie:

Which is rather relevant, I suppose, but I’m only posting it because it ties into a discussion I’ve had with many people over the years: I seem to be more likely than most people to get fortunes that don’t gain a bit of double entendre humor by adding “…in bed” to the end of them. Like the one above*.

I do realize that it’s probably statistically insignificant and that I get no more of them than any other person would from the same fine dining establishments, but I seem to notice it more.

* Or others I’ve posted previously.

As usual, the “…in bed” formula doesn’t work*.

* On the other hand, among the Lucky Numbers was 42. And 13. And 7 and 11. If they’re trying to send me a message, they’ve certainly got me puzzled.

In what was a disappointing development, we drove down today to the mini golf course only to discover that the person on the phone who told me that they were, in fact, open for golf, was, in fact, completely full of crap. Worse yet it wasn’t just Jessica and I that had driven down there but also Scott and half of the twins in tow, whose house we’d stopped by long enough to get a good whiff of the nearby Chinese buffet.

This, of course, meant that we needed to find some Chinese food for dinner, buffet-style. It must be difficult for the people who live near a Chinese buffet not to always be wanting some good General Tso’s or orange or peanut chicken or sauteed green beans or pepper steak or… (I could go on for a while here, as some of these places have rather quite large selections) unless they develop some sort of tolerance.

Either way we do not live near such a restaurant so we end up only wanting to eat at one every other week or so. So tonight we treated ourselves at the Super Seafood Buffet, and the food was in fact quite good.

The complimentary fortune cookies (by Kari-out of White Plains, NY), on the other hand, were merely adequate of taste and somewhat puzzling inside. Here’s what Jessica found in hers:

For some reason I have always gotten a kick out of sentences (or clauses and phrases) made out of words that can serve as nouns or verbs. In this case (with an extra ‘t’ fudged in) every word can be a noun. It’s one of those “Oh. Neat, I guess. Meh.” sort of things, but darn it, I notice them. My fortune, on the other hand, was more clearly cut when it came to the parts of speech.

I realize that Valentine’s day is a week from Monday, but that doesn’t mean that I need a cookie reminding me of it. Moreover, who exactly is that special someone? I think I speak for both myself and my wife when I ask that.

Seriously, though, the two of us do need to go out on another date sometime soon. We’ve been sitting on another pair of free passes to AMC since before Christmas, but nothing at the multiplex looks tempting enough to waste free passes rather than waiting for the library to pick up the DVDs eventually.

Well, The Aviator sounds to be pretty good, but I’m not interested in fighting for a two-and-a-half hour movie (Jessica’s more a fan of the eighty or ninety minute variety) without knowing if the Martin Scorsese who made Goodfellas made it or if it is the work of the man who unnecessarily remade Cape fear.