Edit: ahh, nuts. What happend to my formatting on sonicplague.com? Urgh ...
Though this would be better served for placement in my diet/exercise blog, given that our excursion last night pretty much wiped out any progress yesterday's workout allegedly may have provided, I would like to announce that we've finally found an awesome little eatery here in Morristown: the Asashi Sushi restaurant.
In PDX, we were spoiled ... everywhere one turns, there's a new restaurant to try out. Some aren't so good, many are terrific. But in our neck of the woods ... ugh. I know we haven't tried too many places yet, but there seem to be five distinct choices in our current vicinity:
1. Italian
2. Shitty Italian
3. Diners (featuring many plates with "Italian sauce")
4. Chains (Fuddruckers! Outback! TGI Fridays!)
5. Fast food
But this ... this absolute OASIS in a desert of horrors! It's a smallish place, maybe seven or eight tables at most, and the sushi chef prepares everything fresh, at the counter out in the open, for all to see. The presentation is gorgeous. The restaurant itself is warm and inviting, a particular treat when the temperature outside is in the teens and you had to park a few blocks away at the garage because there's no street parking to be found and the people around you are driving like ignorant jerks who ... ahem, anyway.
I have to admit, I'm not as adventurous in my eating habits as I'd like to be in some ways, such as with sushi (the faux Trader Joe's ones don't count). Nicole loves the stuff ... I tend to stick to rice and meat plates, or tempura. But I'll try her sushi rolls every now and then, and I'm warming up to it, slowly but surely. I promised her that next time we went, I'd take the plunge and order nothing but sushi.
Anyway, it was a nice treat and a fun night out. One of too few these days.
*****
How does one learn things that are untaught? I ask, because what this guy has done in his garage is inspiring to me: www.joecrow.com. He makes, by hand, full-scale replicas of the 'bots from Mystery Science Theater 3000 (even Cambot!). He also sells individual parts, if you want to make your own, and has posted step-by-step instructions on how to make your own. Amazing. And they're really spot-on, too! It's not like he's made "close approximations" - these seem screen-ready.
Maybe someday ...
Speaking of MST3K, though, Nicole, my brother and me are heading to the Somerville Theater on the 21st to see a live performance of Cinematic Titanic, featuring Joel Hodgson (Joel Hodgson), Trace Beaulieu (Dr. Forrester), Mary Jo Pehl (Pearl Forrester), Josh Weinstein (Dr. Erhardt - waaaay back in the early MST days), and Frank Connif (TV's Frank).
Heroes of mine. HEROES, I tell you!
I've always wanted to see/meet these guys - my brother and I watched MST every week back when it was on Comedy Central. I went to see"Mitchell" at the Morse Auditorium when MST was sending the film on a college tour in the 90s (no stars in person, just the movie starring MST fave Joe Don Baker - during which Mike Nelson takes over for Joel). I went to see MST3K: The Movie when it was out in theaters.
So when I got the e-mail with the presale password, I told Nicole and, even though we're trying not to spend money unnecessarily, she declared an entertainment emergency.
When tickets went on sale, I pounced and was on-line waiting.
At the Somerville Theater, row A is the front row in the center orchestra section - right in front of the stage. This row is for patrons who have wheelchairs. My three seats are row B, seats 7,8, and 9 (that's pretty much dead center). Do the math. It's going to be a fun, fun night.
More fun than everyone around here who tried to get tickets to Bruce Springsteen at the Izod Center in Newark via Ticketmaster but were shut out and diverted to a ticket re-sale agency immediately upon the moment tickets went on-sale. The tickets that fans could not purchase because of "error messages" on the TM website were available within minutes via TicketsNow, at jacked up prices. Ticketmaster has always practiced douchebaggery, and now there are going to be investigations. I hope someone holds their feet to the fire, not just for this, but because they're a horrible, horrible company in general (despite my luck this time around).
For more on the Springsteen story, visit this link and read the story. Even if you're not a fan, it's a good read and a worthy click of your mouse.
Seriously, check it out.
Though this would be better served for placement in my diet/exercise blog, given that our excursion last night pretty much wiped out any progress yesterday's workout allegedly may have provided, I would like to announce that we've finally found an awesome little eatery here in Morristown: the Asashi Sushi restaurant.
In PDX, we were spoiled ... everywhere one turns, there's a new restaurant to try out. Some aren't so good, many are terrific. But in our neck of the woods ... ugh. I know we haven't tried too many places yet, but there seem to be five distinct choices in our current vicinity:
1. Italian
2. Shitty Italian
3. Diners (featuring many plates with "Italian sauce")
4. Chains (Fuddruckers! Outback! TGI Fridays!)
5. Fast food
But this ... this absolute OASIS in a desert of horrors! It's a smallish place, maybe seven or eight tables at most, and the sushi chef prepares everything fresh, at the counter out in the open, for all to see. The presentation is gorgeous. The restaurant itself is warm and inviting, a particular treat when the temperature outside is in the teens and you had to park a few blocks away at the garage because there's no street parking to be found and the people around you are driving like ignorant jerks who ... ahem, anyway.
I have to admit, I'm not as adventurous in my eating habits as I'd like to be in some ways, such as with sushi (the faux Trader Joe's ones don't count). Nicole loves the stuff ... I tend to stick to rice and meat plates, or tempura. But I'll try her sushi rolls every now and then, and I'm warming up to it, slowly but surely. I promised her that next time we went, I'd take the plunge and order nothing but sushi.
Anyway, it was a nice treat and a fun night out. One of too few these days.
*****
How does one learn things that are untaught? I ask, because what this guy has done in his garage is inspiring to me: www.joecrow.com. He makes, by hand, full-scale replicas of the 'bots from Mystery Science Theater 3000 (even Cambot!). He also sells individual parts, if you want to make your own, and has posted step-by-step instructions on how to make your own. Amazing. And they're really spot-on, too! It's not like he's made "close approximations" - these seem screen-ready.
Maybe someday ...
Speaking of MST3K, though, Nicole, my brother and me are heading to the Somerville Theater on the 21st to see a live performance of Cinematic Titanic, featuring Joel Hodgson (Joel Hodgson), Trace Beaulieu (Dr. Forrester), Mary Jo Pehl (Pearl Forrester), Josh Weinstein (Dr. Erhardt - waaaay back in the early MST days), and Frank Connif (TV's Frank).
Heroes of mine. HEROES, I tell you!
I've always wanted to see/meet these guys - my brother and I watched MST every week back when it was on Comedy Central. I went to see"Mitchell" at the Morse Auditorium when MST was sending the film on a college tour in the 90s (no stars in person, just the movie starring MST fave Joe Don Baker - during which Mike Nelson takes over for Joel). I went to see MST3K: The Movie when it was out in theaters.
So when I got the e-mail with the presale password, I told Nicole and, even though we're trying not to spend money unnecessarily, she declared an entertainment emergency.
When tickets went on sale, I pounced and was on-line waiting.
At the Somerville Theater, row A is the front row in the center orchestra section - right in front of the stage. This row is for patrons who have wheelchairs. My three seats are row B, seats 7,8, and 9 (that's pretty much dead center). Do the math. It's going to be a fun, fun night.
More fun than everyone around here who tried to get tickets to Bruce Springsteen at the Izod Center in Newark via Ticketmaster but were shut out and diverted to a ticket re-sale agency immediately upon the moment tickets went on-sale. The tickets that fans could not purchase because of "error messages" on the TM website were available within minutes via TicketsNow, at jacked up prices. Ticketmaster has always practiced douchebaggery, and now there are going to be investigations. I hope someone holds their feet to the fire, not just for this, but because they're a horrible, horrible company in general (despite my luck this time around).
For more on the Springsteen story, visit this link and read the story. Even if you're not a fan, it's a good read and a worthy click of your mouse.
Seriously, check it out.
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