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A Message from the Flabby Offices of Roger That!
The old man and I just got back from a week in New York City. Has anyone ever mentioned the fact that NYC and Los Angeles are like TWO DIFFERENT PLANETS? Yeah...I'm probably not the first person to have noticed. Anyway, in addition to having better museums, better-dressed people, better stores, better hotels, better transportation, and, oddly, dirtier air, New York has better restaurants. Los Angeles restaurants only seem to succeed to the extent they become trendy, and therefore filled with celebrities, who have insect-like attention spans and soon move on to the next trendy restaurant. An oversimplification, of course, but 100% accurate in all respects. Anyway, the old man made reservations at classy joints every single evening, so every evening we tied on the feed bags and ate at the kinds of places where you have thirteen different waiters and someone's always coming out to give you an amuse-bouche that involves fiddlehead ferns. Now we're back in Los Angeles and I am feeling fat, fat, fat. You just can't eat like a Roman senator every night and not end up looking like a fat Roman senator. Speaking of Rome, I just finished reading this book about ancient Rome, during the Republic, when the Roman army spent all of its time quelling rebellions in the rest of Italy while trying to keep the damn Gauls in their end of the sandbox. So the Roman army was spread way too thin taking care of all of this crap so an insufficient number of troops was sent to fight this one particularly huge army of pesky Gauls. I don't remember any of the particulars (I never do), but the one thing I do remember, that made me laugh out loud in an echoing bark of mirth, was that the night before the big battle, the Romans are all writing their wills, praying, saying goodbye to each other and generally being really, really bummed out because they know the next day they're all going to die. So they wake up the next morning and - POOF! - the Gauls are all gone! Turns out that the Gaelic warlords in charge of this particular slaughter were sitting around doing whatever the hell it is Gaelic Germans do before a battle when suddenly, a dead crow falls out of the sky! Time to pack and leave, boys! It's a dead crow! And you know what THAT means! So the moral is that superstition makes you fat. You're welcome!
Colonel Cuthbert Cuthmont: "Why, never before have I seen such a wacky, zany, goofy collection! And never before have I used the words 'wacky,' 'zany,' or 'goofy' in a sentence!"
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The old man and I just got back from a week in New York City. Has anyone ever mentioned the fact that NYC and Los Angeles are like TWO DIFFERENT PLANETS? Yeah...I'm probably not the first person to have noticed. Anyway, in addition to having better museums, better-dressed people, better stores, better hotels, better transportation, and, oddly, dirtier air, New York has better restaurants. Los Angeles restaurants only seem to succeed to the extent they become trendy, and therefore filled with celebrities, who have insect-like 
attention spans and soon move on to the next trendy restaurant. An oversimplification, of course, but 100% accurate in all respects. Anyway, the old man made reservations at classy joints every single evening, so every evening we tied on the feed bag
s and ate at the kinds of places where you have thirteen different waiters and someone's always coming out to give you an amuse-bouche that involves fiddlehead ferns. Now we're back in Los Angeles and I am feeling fat, fat, fat. You just can't eat like a Roman senator every night and not end up looking like a fat Roman senator. Speaking of Rome, I just finished reading this book about ancient Rome, during the Republic, when the Roman army spent all of its time quelling rebellions in the rest of Italy while trying to keep the damn Gauls in their end of the sandbox. So the Roman army was spread way too thin taking care of all of this crap so an insufficient number of troops was sent to fight this one particularly huge army of pesky Gauls. I don't remember any of the particulars (I never do), but the one thing I do remember, that made
me laugh out loud in an echoing bark of mirth, was that the night before the big battle, the Romans are all writing their wills, praying, saying goodbye to each other and generally being really, really bummed out because they know the next day they're all going to die. So they wake up the next morning and - POOF! - the Gauls are all gone! Turns out that the Gaelic warlords in charge of this particular slaughter were sitting around doing whatever the hell it is Gaelic Germans do before a battle when suddenly, a dead crow falls out of the sky! Time to pack and leave, boys! It's a dead crow! And you know what THAT means! So the moral is that superstition makes you fat. You're welcome! 
