See, now this is what I'm talking about, people!

Last night, we were watching the newest episode of "Big Bang Theory", on 11 11.

Turned out to utilize what Chuck Lorre refers to as Card #111 - oddly enough a card about not having anything to write, something I've done myself in this space many, many times (more often than not, some might say...).

EGADS!!!!

Back off, #11 - back off I say...

Chow for now!!

11 11…whooo-ooooo……
Which reminds me, we were seating in Row 11 for three of our four flights to and from Atlantic City – does anyone else out there find certain numbers following them around? Constantly?

Hey, it’s always to great to be traveling out of the country, and hear your fellow countrymen on the radio, or blaring out of different venues. This trip was no exception – we heard Nickelback along the famed Boardwalk, Michael Buble while we were window-shopping, and Simple Plan in a casino – those are just the ones I picked up on.

Viva la musique, Canada!!

Don’t forget to wear your poppy today (the flower, not your grandpa)!

Chow for now!!

Whew!

Great to get into that familiar bed here at home last night, after our “adventure” returning from Atlantic City. As this is a new, experimental flight for Westjet, the airline is only running a few flights back from the city, but they are evening, flights, with no connections until the next morning.

However, the connecting flight doesn’t leave you enough time to leave the airport and get a room, so we had to wander the Toronto airport overnight/morning for about 7 hours, before we boarded a plane packed with bright-eyed, bushy-tailed business executives. With no sleep, we were unshaven zombies, shuffling amongst the Blackberries and business suits. We fit in rather well, actually…

Back home now, and life, such as that may be here, returns to normal. Lots of TV to catch up on, and Cheezies with our names on them.

Chow for now!!

(PS - special thanks to our niece, who loaded a browser onto my phone that allowed me to actually post from the airport - too cheap to pay for wi-fi...)

65 bottles of beer on the wall,
65 bottles of beer,
Ya take one down,
Ya pass it around,
There's still a lotta bottles of beer on the wall....
Chow. For now...

OMG!
In Toronto, our connecting flight back to Calgary doesn't leave until 7:15 AM!!
I see three Mrs. That Dan Guy's - and we still have to kill almost 5 hours before we can check in.
This will not be pretty...
Chow, for now!

The Sunday Morning “Nobody-Asked-Me-To, But-Here-I-Go-Anyway” Concert Review: Bob Newhart.

Well, here’s the entire, single solitary reason we made the trip to Atlantic City. A chance to see the legendary Bob Newhart, live and in his element – performing stand-up to an adoring audience. If the Music Box Theater in the Borgata Hotel wasn’t entirely sold out, it was darn close. An all-ages affair, even attracting the stand-ups that perform in there throughout the week.

Let’s just preface this by saying that I used to listen to Mr. Newhart on the radio, back when the only things worthy listening to were Hockey Night In Canada broadcasts, and the odd track from one of his iconic “Button Down Mind” albums. His routine about the U.S.S. Codfish, and Sir Walter Raleigh introducing tobacco to the Americas just slayed me, even as a pimply youngster. Over the years, I loved his two hit TV series, and innumerable guest spots on everything from Dean Martin’s show, to Carson’s Tonight Show. Huge fan- as is Mrs. That Dan Guy, just maybe not going back quite as far as myself, being the young whippersnapper that she is, compared to me.

The show exceeded expectations. Performing his trademark observational humour interspersed with snippets of some classic bits (the one-eyed bullfighter, flying “happy” airlines), Newhart lampooned televangelists, football fans, country music fans (we winced a few times there…), and even modern wedding songs (cross LL Cool J’s song about big butts off your list of possible options…).

The picture I loaded late last night (in error – it was actually almost 2 AM when I wrote this post – damned cursed Windows computers…) was from an updated version of his driving instructor bit – totally hilarious to see live.

Mr. Newhart even added in some video clips from his lengthy career, before he left the stage, to return for a short encore.

Making the whole night mesh was opening act Gene Ferrari – an old-time powerhouse vocalist with just a hint of Humperdinck in his styling – Humperdinck on steroids. As you might suspect from his name, he was tres Italiano – hey, that’s not a bad stage name – Tres Italiano!!

An awesome night of entertainment – well worth the trek to get out here…

Chow for now!!

Whoops! This is for tomorrow's post!!

Chicken Scratch

“Lonely..

I’m Mr. Lonely…”

BUK-AAAAWK!!!!

WAHOOOO!!! Free at last, free at last!

The humans are away, an us chickens is gonna PLAY!!!

Well, maybe just a bit – we still gotta worry about this swined flu thing, so I ain’t invitin’ any strange chicks over. A bird’s gotta stay alive, ya know…

BUK-AAAAWK!!!!

Hey, maybe I should rifle through a few drawers and cupboards here. Ole Banjo Boy might have sumthin’ embarassin’ stashed unner his socks and boxers! I could export him, for big bucks, to keep it (anythin’ embarassin’) outta this space!

BUK-AAAAWK!!!!

Well, if we wanna party here, we better get ta plannin’ – I can always send Corny out ta pick up the booze and snax – keepin’ my own system germ –free!

Yeah, I know – brilliant…

Cluck for now!!

A trip that we booked some time ago has finally arrived, and this post today reaches you from the lovely seaside hamburg of…Atlantic City, New Jersey! We’re here to see a show, and then it’s back to Reality-Burg, Canada.

Quite the trip – we left our home around 7:30 AM, and eventually arrived here in AC around 9 PM – I think it may be shorter to walk to Thailand than it is to fly to New Jersey from Canada. Go figure…

Some fun – we were worried about traveling in this current climate of H1N1 virus hysteria, and managed to have some young gentleman sit behind us in the departure lounge that had a healthy, robust, wet and messy cough, which he felt entirely unnecessary to cover whilst projecting said bacterium into the open air. Mrs. That Dan Guy was fit to be tied (which is not exactly something she hasn’t tried, but that’s a story for another day…).

We couldn’t wait to get on the airplane, and away from Virus Man, but wouldn’t you know our luck – he sat BEHIND US, on the airplane, hacking all the way along.

We sprinted off the plane as soon as it landed, hoping to gasp some fresh, viral-free air. I’m not sure about the general commerce observations of the local cab drivers’ organizations here in Atlantic City, but there were none to be seen, at a major U.S. airport, after a load of passengers had arrived, eager to spend money on over-charged fares to the Boardwalk.

We were directed t0 a mini-van that offered shuttle services, and thought with much relief that we wouldn’t have to hop a city bus to get to our hotel.

However, that relief soon gave away to sheer, stunning regret, as the mini-van continued to fill with people, all set to be shuttled along with us. Including…you got it…Hacky Magoo. In a closed, contained van – essentially a petri dish with wheels.

And Hacky had help in his quest to inoculate us with disease and pestilence – two ladies behind us were sneezing, wheezing, and sniffling. We pretty much wanted to jump out of the flipping window.

Oh well, we’re here now, and ingesting profuse amounts of COLD-FX. Hopefully the housekeeping staff we hearing coughing outside our room right now are brief when they make up our room later…

Chow, for now!!