Never liked their pizza anyway

Upper Crust, a well-known local pizza chain here in Massachusetts, has had all sorts of legal problems in the last year or so.  I have never been a fan of their pizza anyway, since I think their sauce sucks and their pizza is shockingly overpriced, costing more than twice as much as pizza you might get from a local mom and pop place (where the pizza is better anyway).  So why anyone continues to eat there is beyond me.

Now one of their franchises has been slapped with an $80,000 fine for committing the same kind of employee abuse that got the company in trouble.  I guess that apple didn’t fall far from the corporate tree.

-Geoff

Boston Area Weather *right now*

For those of you not playing along at home or who are, realistically, following your own weather patterns, Boston is currently under a Tornado Watch and a Severe Thunderstorm Warning till 8:00pm.  There is already a possibility of a Tornado touchdown in one place in Western MA and one place in NH.

There is a LOT of Tornadic Activity, and some seriously huge super cell storms.  I know for a lot of you in Tornado Alley this probably sounds silly, but for New England, this is a big deal.  Golf Ball sized hail is highly unusual here.  It just doesn’t happen, though today it already has.

Geoff has his police meeting tonight and I have my rehearsal.  Both places have basements, though getting to the actual buildings may be dicey depending on when the storms actually land on us.  Right now the storms are wreaking havoc on the western and central parts of the state.  Straight line winds up to 100mph have already caused problems.

I did pop my head out of the house to be kind and warn the roofers and got covered in gravel and asphalt for my troubles.  Thanks, guys.  I hope you get struck by lightening.  But not till after you clean up my deck.  Sheesh.  Jerks.

Anyway, everyone, stay safe, stay away from your windows, and if you get any good hail pics let us know.

~Kelly

ETA: 5:17 pm- 2 tornadoes have touched down and both have spent a long time on the ground.  One is on the ground right now in Brimfield.  That’s right folks, where we just went for vacation.  It’s moving east at 40 mph.  The far edge of the super cell is moving into Boston right now.  That’s just rain, thunder, and a nice light show.  The real business of this storm is still at least an hour out.

To put it into radar perspective, we’re in green now, the hot pink and purple where the real action is, that’s an hour and a half drive away.  The tornado has internal speeds of 100+ mph.  Woo?

ETA: 5:32 pm- Middlesex County now has a Tornado Warning and Boston has ordered all city parks cleared and all baseball games and other outdoor activities canceled.  All Boston restaurants with outdoor seating have been ordered to bring their seating and tables indoors.  I have never seen this happen in all the years I’ve lived here, and that’s been a long time.  16 years.

So, no boat

The Rapture didn’t happen, so I did not get to assume ownership of any gorgeous new Boston Whaler cuddy cruisers that previously belonged to wealthy Raptured fishermen.  Oh, well.

One interesting side note: around the time that the Rapture was supposed to have taken place, I couldn’t find Scratch.  In fact, I could not find him for a while.  Later on he appeared in the hallway, meowing to be let back inside.  My theory is that he was the only being raptured, but then after he spent a few hours running amok in Heaven breaking things, God changed His mind and sent him back.

-Geoff

Another ordinary Saturday*

*Unless of course, you count that whole Rapture thing.

For those of you who haven’t heard (and I imagine that by this point there are not many of you) today, May 21, 2011, is supposed to be the day of the Rapture.  I figured that this concept has reached a saturation point in our society when even Boston.com is talking about it at length.  So the big day is supposed to be today according to one group of very determined fundamentalist Christians.  Sunday is Rogation Day, and Kelly and I are planning to bring the dogs with us.  We do not anticipate any theological or metaphysical issues with our plans.  And speaking of pets, it turns out that there is a group who is fulfilling the dual purpose of taking care of animals and forcing the people who actually believe this stuff to put their money where their mouth is.  They are called Eternal Earth-bound Pets and they have a website.

I am thinking that there has got to be someone, somewhere, who is a really wealthy fundamentalist Christian and who is concerned about the state of their earthly affairs after today.  They are wondering what is going to happen to their beloved boat.   I wish I had thought of it.  I could have volunteered to take care of their boat while they are gone.  How else am I ever going to get one of these anytime soon?  Hopefully I will not have to compete with any of the 800,000 (so far) people who signed up on Facebook to participate in the post-Rapture looting.

-Geoff

Apparently this bears repeating

So, I am reposting this and making it sticky.  PLEASE read this and program your phones accordingly.  For a little while, at least, new posts will appear below this one.  Thanks.

A Public Service Announcement

Please note, this has nothing to do with you.  Or you.  This is just a general reminder.

If you need to get in touch with us please, PLEASE, PLEASE, call us on our home line first.  We get absolutely crap for cell reception at home.  We have no idea what it is about a 3 story brick building that makes it impenetrable to the cell waves that AT&T sends out, but we can sometimes go 24 hours between when someone sends us a text and when we get it.  Often we get random voice mail that just appears on our phones without a corresponding call.

We have a land line for a reason and this is it.  Please call it first when you are looking for us.  If we do not answer, then call our cell lines.  If we do not answer at our cell numbers then it is a good chance that we’re unavailable because we’re 1) in church, 2) in a concert, 3) in a movie, or 4) sleeping.  Leave a voice mail and we promise that we will call you back in a timely manner.  Multiple messages on each line are not necessary.

Thank you,

The Management

An open letter to Symphony Patrons

Last night I was lucky enough to attend one of the final open rehearsals of Berlioz’s  Roméo et Juliette conducted by Maestro Charles Dutoit.  In all the years I have lived here I have never been to a BSO open rehearsal.  Now I know why.

My gripes, listed below, have absolutely nothing to do with the performers.  Indeed, I was quite taken with the tenor, Jean-Paul Fouchécourt.  His performance was outstanding and clearly the best of the three vocal soloists.  Watching Dutoit work was lovely and, in all likelihood, far more fun from the perspective of a working professional performer than seeing him in concert, though I will have to wait to report back to you about that on another day.

However, what made the night almost unbearable were the patrons.  Here, in no particular order, are the problems that made me and my friend want to throttle the other people in the audience.

1) Dress.  You’re going to the symphony, gentlemen, even if it is “only” a rehearsal.  If you’re wearing Tiva’s, NAOT, or anything else that shows your toenails (which clearly haven’t been cut since the Nixon administration) you’re doing it wrong.  Also, to the man with the feces stain on the outside of the seat of his pants?  No, just no.  The rest of our outfit was fine, how did you miss that?  How did the woman you were with miss it?

2) CELL PHONES.  Wow, where do I begin here.  The BSO has for years projected that helpful slide up on the walls that reminds everyone, that means YOU, to please turn off your cell phones before the performance.  This INCLUDES open rehearsals.  When your cell phone rings during the pre-concert lecture the polite thing to do is to immediately TURN IT OFF.  Letting it ring because you are too embarrassed to reach into your pocket makes you a bigger jerk.  We all know it is you, lady in the white jacket.  Furthermore, if it happens a second time then you are just a consummate entitled ass, or you’re too deaf to have a cell phone that isn’t permanently set to vibrate.

Also, a note to the person in the 3rd row, stage right, orchestra section.  When the first violin section is pointing at you it’s time to TURN OFF YOUR RINGER.

3) Entitlement and Deafness.  We all know that the Classical Music crowd is about 80 – 90% blue hairs.  This is pretty much a fact of life.  What is NOT, however, is that they act like entitled pissy socialites wherever they go.  To the two 70+ year old ladies who came in during the pre-concert lecture and proceeded to have a very loud argument about where to sit, FAIL.  There were seats literally everywhere.  There were seats on the aisle.  There were handicapped seats.  You had your pick of seats that didn’t require climbing steps or moving very far.  This was not rocket science.  But, when you are talking AT each other so loudly that the entire orchestra section is shushing you because we can’t hear the lecturer, who was very interesting and engaging, you’re doing it wrong.  It makes me wonder, when you’re that deaf, how much you’re going to actually hear of the experience, anyway.  I mean, go ahead, enjoy yourself, but SHUT UP when other people are trying to listen.

4) Seats.  Anyone who has ever been to Symphony Hall, even once, knows about the seats.  The building is old (opened in 1900) and the seats are practically antiques.  Unlike other concert halls, the seats are not spring loaded.  There is a nice benefit to this, no squeaking when you sit down, no pressure from underneath when you sit, and no snapping shut when you stand up.  However, there is one major downside.  You have to actually set your seat down or it will fall down with a BANG.  When the hall is largely empty, like it was for the lecture, this sounds roughly like a cannon blast.  When the hall is full, like it was for the rehearsal, it sounds like a gun shot.

Now, imagine being on stage and trying to rehearse and hearing that over and over and over again.  By the end of the rehearsal my friend and I were about to start throttling people, and we were  in the audience.  I literally hadn’t been to Symphony hall in years.  She hadn’t been there in a while either, yet neither of us had a problem remembering to set out seats down quietly.  Most of the people around us were clearly regulars.  How hard is it to take an extra second and put your seat down quietly?  I’m surprised nobody got skewered with a baton or a bow for knocking seats down, dropping off their coats, and then swaning about and chitchatting while Maestro Dutoit was on stage getting the orchestra to tune.  Really??

5) The Audience as Furniture.  The BSO has a lot of reasons for holding these open rehearsals.  Off the top of my head here are a few:  It’s good for audience building, the bar for entry is low ($17.00 for a ticket, not bad), it’s a great way to test drive a new piece that you might otherwise not want to pay full price for, it raises money for the BSO, and most importantly, the orchestra needs it.

That’s right, as a performer it is a completely different experience to play or sing in a space that is empty than it is to play or sing in one that is full of bodies.  The acoustics, even in an “acoustically perfect” venue such as symphony hall, are different when the hall is full of warm bodies.  That is just a truth of performing, it sounds different, the reverb is different.  It IS different.  So, guess what folks?  We are there as furniture.  We’re listening furniture, and for our pains, we get a cool pre-concert lecture wherein we get to learn about the piece, but our job is to sit there, SHUT UP, and listen.  We’re there to help the orchestra so they have some practice with that piece in the space when it is full of people.  This is especially helpful when you are dealing with a piece that is not in the standard repertoire, such as Berlioz’s  Roméo et Juliette.

In summary, turn off your damn phones, shut up (you never know when he’s going to stop the rehearsal and you’ll get caught talking down there in the front row), dress appropriately, check your batteries in your hearing aids, and if you’re going to be a total tool, STAY HOME.

~Kelly

The Royal Wedding

All sorts of stuff has been popping up about the Royal Wedding.  This has included the Guy’s Guide to the Royal Wedding on the Today Show.  Geoff was totally unimpressed when I told him about it and wondered if such a guide would tell him why he should actually care about the Royal Wedding.

Anyway, I find I don’t particularly care about the whole thing too much.  I am mildly interested in what the bride is wearing if only because I’m also getting married this year.  If she’s following in her late MIL’s footsteps, it will be high fashion, woefully out of date, and laughably tacky in 10 years.  I will also, in all likelihood, be totally horrified at how much it costs.  I am rather proud of the fact that my dress cost $250.

I find the insane memorabilia craze surrounding the wedding absolutely hysterical.  Some of the stuff that has popped up on Etsy and Regretsy is absolutely wild.  I think my favorite piece of ridiculous memorabilia so far is this.  Can you imagine waking up every morning and wandering into your kitchen to see that?  Of course, you could sit in your kitchen and sip your morning coffee out of this as you wake up.  Unless of course you like your memorabilia accurate and all…

Of course, I was browsing Boston.com tonight and I came across the following headline: BrewDog releases beer with Viagra.  Naturally, morbid curiosity caused me to click.  And, yes, folks, this would be THE weirdest Royal Wedding related thing I’ve run across so far.  To wit, a quote from the article:

“With this beer we want to take the wheels off the royal wedding bandwagon being jumped on by dozens of breweries,” BrewDog says on its website. “The Royal Virility Performance is the perfect antidote to all the hype.”

Antidote to the hype? Hmm.

Alas, don’t go looking for this one at your local liquor store. It won’t likely make its way to our shores. BrewDog is selling Royal Virility Performance only in the United Kingdom and only via its website, BrewDog.com.

Um, wow.  When you put it that way I think that’s about all there is to say.  Needless to say, I’ll be asleep at 4:00am on Friday.

~Kelly 

ETA: I stand corrected.  It can get weirder.

They’re baaack…

You know, it happens every year.  And every year I forget about it until they arrive.  And then I swear like a sailor Geoff and want to hide in my house till it’s over.  I hate them, I really do.  You’d think that having lived here for the better part of 2 decades I would be used to this by now.

I’m not.

It’s the annual invasion of the Smug Twig People.  Lord save us all.

The best part?  This time, Marathon Monday, properly known as Patriot’s Day, coincides not only with Holy Week, but also with Passover Week.  Somewhere in Heaven God is laughing really, really hard.  Or, God’ s a Yankee’s fan.  Whatever.  I’m going to check the Muslim and Buddhist calendars and see if they’ve got any major holidays this week because if they do, then I know something cosmic is going on and the joke is on us.

Anyway, if you haven’t experienced Marathon Weekend in Boston, don’t.  It isn’t worth it.  The city is invaded, quite literally, by people from all over the globe.  These people are of two types: there are the Smug Twig People (STPs), the “runners,” and then there are the STP Entourage People.

The STPs are bad enough.  They walk around the city in their Boston Sports Association track suits and t-shirts.  It doesn’t matter that it is, oh, 39 degrees fahrenheit as I write this.  They will wear any piece of clothing they can find that will identify them as a Boston Marathoner.  The older, the better.  Mind you, by and large these are not the professional runners.  These are not the people who might qualify for, say, the Olympics by running this race.  Oh, no.  These are people who run marathons and put 26.2 stickers on their SUVs to prove that they can do it.  Running for them is some kind of drug.  These folks are, for the most part, painfully thin.  They don’t have muscle mass like the healthy, winning runners do.  They pride themselves on being bony and sinewy.  They walk down the street and ride the train with a palpable hauteur that makes you want to get as far away from them as possible.  These are people who will finish with more or less respectable times, but these are also people who think that a slice of peach and 32oz. of water is appropriate for breakfast.  This is an eating disorder disguised as running.

The STPs bring their own Entourages with them.  The people who come with them are usually adoring family members and friends.  These people are of all shapes and sizes but they are absolutely Better Than You because they are a Friend Of A Runner.  Most of these people are from TheMiddleofNowhere, TX or You’veNeverHeardofIt, Europe.  They have no idea how to ride public transportation, no idea how to cross a street in a major city, and God forbid they ride an escalator properly.  They literally tie up traffic for blocks and they are completely fine with this.  Nearly getting killed by a Boston driver is practically a badge of honor or, probably, something to check off in their bright green “Stuff to Do on Marathon Weekend” guidebook.

The best, and by that I mean worst, is getting stuck on the T with the STPs and their Entourages after the race is over.  On Monday the race literally goes all day.  People cross the finish line officially till sometime around 8:00pm when they stop handing out medals and unofficially till about midnight or so when the 11:00pm news wraps up interviewing the last people gasping across the line and collapsing in front of the Public Library.  If you are unlucky enough to be stuck on, say, the Green Line with a pack of sweaty just finished STPs, woe betide you.  You might as well get off the train and walk.

First of all, they will get on the train with their Entourage and stand immediately inside by the door thereby blocking the entrance for everyone else.  Anyone who has ever ridden public transportation knows that this is the mark of 1) a jerk 2) a provincial idiot 3) an entitled blowhard 4) someone who needs a kick in the head.  Next, they are covered in sweat.  The Marathon folks provide the STPs with a silver “Astronaut blanket” to keep them from cooling off too quickly, so the STPs wrap themselves in it and, medal hanging rakishly, lean against whatever pole is closest to the door and try to look beatific.  Meanwhile their Entourage are usually on their cell phones, also standing in the door of the train, talking to anyone who will listen about how fantastic the STP was in the race.  As if they could actually SEE said person in the huge pack of other STPs.

The best part is when the Entourage decides that the saintly STP deserves a seat.  Woe betide you if you are occupying a seat and the Entourage decides that the STP deserves it.  They will do everything up to and including outright demanding that you get up and give it to the STP because, you know, they’ve just taken a bus out to Hopkinton and run back.  Because, you know, that’s the mark of a totally sane person.  Sorry, folks, but if I have a seat I’m not giving it up to some person who just punished him or herself by doing something that can actually be bad for your heart.  And giving me the, “you’re fat so get up” lecture won’t win you any points either.  Contrary to what you may think, Boston does not close down just because a bunch of runners show up and slog their way up Heartbreak Hill once a year.  The rest of us still have jobs, still have errands to run, and with the occasional exception, most of us don’t care at all who wins or doesn’t.

Is it Tuesday yet?

~Kelly

Of pet food and creationism

Ok, stick with me.  This one gets a little weird.

So, today I discovered that the place that I usually order our expensive and highly specialized cat food from is run by a bunch of right wing creationist wackjobs.  You must understand, Geoff and I are firm believers in voting with our feet, our wallets, and, you know, at the actual voting booth.  (Interestingly, I discovered the complete wackiness of the pet food vendor from the vendor themselves, Google just confirmed it.)  Anyway, I called Geoff at work and explained the dilemma.  The food is really good for our cats.  They love it, it’s been easy on their kidneys and bladders as they age, but I really, really, can’t abide lining the pockets of a company run by someone who describes himself as a “New Earth Creationist” or who holds that everything modern medical science has told us about “cholesterol and the human body” is a “myth”.

Right.  Um, this guy is a Veterinarian, not an M.D.  I wonder if anyone has pointed that out to him?

Anyway, we feed our dogs this stuff and they scarf it down.  They LOVE it.  Thumbelina’s skin has improved 200% since she started eating it.  She’s almost 10 and still has a waist which is a minor miracle for a dachshund.  Rerun?  He looks more like a sausage, but I think that has more to do with the fact that he is patently lazy than anything else.  Anyway, as Royal Canin was one of the few pet foods only marginally involved in the major 2007 pet food recall as most of their food did not at the time use wheat gluten, (none of it does now, as far as I know, or if it does, it is all domestic) naturally, I looked there first for a new cat food.

I found a perfect substitute, only it required a prescription.  This was absolutely fine by me and, turns out, fine by my vet as well.  (I love my vets, they’re awesome.)  So after checking out our vet’s affiliated order and ship website I also checked out PetFlow.com.  I had received an email or two a while back from Dogster about this new service from PetFlow and had filed it away thinking that if I ever needed to have cat food shipped I’d check it out.  Well, there’s no time like today while running screaming away from creationists.  I was able to sign up for regular shipments of the new prescription food, the price is better than the vet’s affiliate site, and with the coupon code “Dogster” the shipping is free.  As in, free always.  And it ships automatically every 6 weeks.  I have not yet discovered if the people who run PetFlow.com are in bed with the Koch brothers or anything, but for the moment the Liberal science teacher in me can rest easy.

Pretty cool, huh?

~Kelly

How to tell when you need a new job

Among other ways, this little gem popped up on Boston.com today.  If you work for an organization that publishes a 44-page dress code, something is seriously wrong.  I know the economic downturn has been an opportunity for employers to demand more from employees while paying less, to expect higher productivity and longer hours while offering fewer incentives.  But I’ll tell you this, if I EVER work for an employer who cares about the color underwear I wear to work?  I am quitting.  Immediately.  And so should you.

~Kelly