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Being Bearded Bites
Hey Mike, nice to hear from ya. Well, I'll blame the spelling of your name, on me not remembering how to spell Papas name properly. I always remember the last thing I see, and seeing your name in the Reader, and never seeing Hemingway books anymore (not since they were forced upon us in high school), that's my excuse. And I'm sticking to it!— October 22, 2007 12:42 a.m.
The S*&% List
Sure, it might be graphic, but what does it mean? As a kid, I used to catch toads out in the fields. They never squirmed. Aside from the one time my neighbor David Boyett talked me into putting salt on one.— October 22, 2007 12:37 a.m.
2 Tacos @ $.99 + Burger = 5 missed gunshots
Good point, Pete. Now me...it all depends. If someone has chucks or stars they are coming at me with, I prefer ducking into Panda Express. It it's a revolver, I feel like British food. If it's a sword, or lance that is used for fencing, I prefer ducking in for, well, duck. Or some nice French food. It someone attacks me with a switchblade, that's the easiest. Albertos, hands down. If they come at me with a machette, well, for some reason, it's McDonald's fries and Big Macs I crave. If it's a lead pipe, I like to dine in the den with Mr. Mustard. If it's a bo staff, Pick up Stix. If it's an Uzi or AK47, I prefer Burger King. If it's a tank, Weinershcnitzel.— October 20, 2007 11:19 a.m.
2 Tacos @ $.99 + Burger = 5 missed gunshots
It takes a village.— October 19, 2007 10 a.m.
Kamikaze Kayakers
There was a story on heroes once. It was fascinating. One guy interviewed said these two kids fell into a river. Hardcore rapids. He jumped in and saved them, almost drowning himself. He wasn't, it turns out, a very good swimmer. They asked why, if he wasn't a strong swimmer, he'd risk his life to save others. And...ya gotta love this honesty. The guy said, "I was on a date with this woman I really wanted to impress. And as I saw those kids, my first thought was, if I attempt to save them, she'll really think I'm a hero."— October 19, 2007 12:53 a.m.
Kamikaze Kayakers
Well, if someone wants to scuba in Australia, they are certified. Certifiably insane! I guess lying to the reporters wouldn't have been cool, but at least, don't be honest and say "yeah, i swam away. i guess my wife was a slower swimmer," or whatever he said! I had a friend in 8th grade, that told me his family went on vacation to Australia, and they swam from the boat they were on, to the shore of this small island. There were signs on the island saying that it was "shark infested" waters. And, the worst part? They had to swim BACK to the boat. He told me he and his brother were crying and didn't want to, but their dad made them. I would've made a helicopter come get me off that damn island.— October 18, 2007 9:55 a.m.
I Think We Need a Bigger Boat
I remember hearing that some people started hallucinating, too, about seeing sharks that weren't really there. Insane. Speaking of which, I was just as scared of Terry. I'm not sure why. I was tall, he was short. In high school, when everyone went to UTC to play broomball at midnight on the ice, I never went, but all my friends did. They told me he was a bully there, too. Enjoy the vegemite sandwiches!!!— October 17, 2007 11:34 p.m.
I Think We Need a Bigger Boat
Yeah, you're right. USS Indianapolis. How do you know Terry Sanabia? Did you go to school in Mira Mesa? Anyway, what makes those shark attacks so bad, was that it happened over a period of days. Not just all at once. So, the guys would be floating around, with sunburns, waiting to be rescued, and a shark would start attacking someone. And, when they were finally being rescued by helicopters, some were being attacked right before they were to be helped out of the water. Or, the rescuers would grab a guy, pull him up, and see the lower half of him was already gone. Stupid sharks.— October 17, 2007 11:12 a.m.
I Think We Need a Bigger Boat
Thankfully, there hasn't been a hurricane in San Diego in awhile. I've seen Jaws on cable multiple times, and have never been bored. Robert Shaw actually wrote that scene, where they compare injuries, and he talks about the USS Anapolis, and that shark attack during the war (which is a true story). It still freaks me out. The guy who did that oboe solo died last year. There was an interesting obituary about him (no, not from a shark attack). He was a music teacher at UCLA and had done hundreds of movies. The only time he was ever late to a recording session for a film, was Jaws. There was rain and bad traffic in L.A. and the first thing he sees, is that he starts the music off and has a "solo". He was shocked. He was even more shocked at how popular the music for Jaws became.— October 16, 2007 10:49 a.m.
Sports Bars & Restaurants
I've noticed this, too. Which makes it tough for me on leaving a big tip. I'm always on BOARD to leave a big tip, since they aren't turning the table around. But when it's crappy service, I don't want to. I wonder how often fights start at these places. You've got brew flowing, various fans of various teams, and smack talkin'. Maybe cute waitresses in football jerseys keep everyone on better behavior.— October 15, 2007 5:04 p.m.