Tag: Andy Wonders

Do you untie your shoes when taking them off?

Yesterday my shoe came untied. I suppose that’s not a monumental revelation but there I was, taking out the garbage this morning, and inside my shoe I felt the lace under my foot and it reminded me that I noticed it was untied the day before when I was walking Milo. That also means that I didn’t re-tie my shoe at the time, and as I was walking back from putting my trash at the curb I also made the conscious decision not to re-tie my shoe until after I got in my car and ended up where I was driving. Alas, I needed gas and at the fill-er-up station, with some time to kill, decided it was finally time to re-tie my shoe. In doing so I thought about shoe tying, about how I struggled as a youngster to learn how to tie my shoes (or at least my perception was that I struggled), and then, one day, my little fingers all worked together, and I could magically tie them. Then, through the years, much to my Mom’s dismay, I turned into a “slip off my shoes without untying them” person, much like many people are nowadays. Granted with my dress shoes and my boots there is tying and untying involved, but for my gym shoes rarely a time will come when I will untie them, and when I do have to re-tie them, as was the case today, I am very careful not to make them too tight so as to make the slipping off of the shoe relatively easy. So, as I was tying my shoe this morning I plighted in my head: Do you untie your shoes when taking them off?

That’s it for this plight! I’m The Dude on the Right!! L8R!!!

Do you put your car in “Park” when stopped by a train?

The other day I was coming upon a railroad crossing with a few cars ahead of me. This event will usually harken me back to saying in my head “Eighty-eight. Red Ball Freight,” but that’s another plight for another time. This time the crossing lights started flashing, the gates came down, and I whispered to myself, “Shit. Train. Now I’m going to be late.” As the line of cars approached the lowered gates, and the train was ambling by, I took my spot and put my car in “Park.” Sitting back, looking at my iPhone to kill some time, I finally glanced up and noticed that the brake-lights were still glowing a bright red on the car in front of me. There I was, relaxing, foot off the pedals, just waiting for the train to go by, and I tried to think back to when I was taught to put my car in park at a train crossing when waiting for the train. I’m going to guess it was my Mom or Dad who instilled this habit as usually, back in those days when parents had to entertain their kids and not leave them in the back seat with an iPad to play with or video to watch, getting stopped by a train usually meant waving at the engineer out the window, counting how many train cars there were, admiring the various types of train cars, and eagerly waiting for the caboose . It wasn’t like there was any hurry to get back across the crossing, I mean, you still had to wait for the gates to go back up which left plenty of time to put the car back in “Drive,” but for me it also, always, seemed safer to put the car in “Park” while waiting for the train to go by. For whatever reason I just always saw badness happening if you didn’t put your car in “Park,” like your foot would slip off the brake pedal and onto the gas, and if you were the lead car, there you were, smashing through the gates and slamming into the side of the train.

Eventually the train finally made its pass, I observantly watched the car in front of me to see if maybe they just were extra safe with their foot on the brake and car in “Park,” but alas there was no “flash” of the “reverse” lights. I envisioned, one day, that driver screwing up and slamming into the side of a passing train when their foot slipped, and then plighted to myself: Do you put your car in “Park” when stopped by a train?

That’s it for this plight! I”m The Dude on the Right!! L8R!!!

How is your day going?

I guess, for this plight, I’m just wondering how the readers and visitors to Entertainment Ave! are doing today. I was going to write about my thermostat obsession, farts, or butt-dailing your phone, but I’m going to hold those plights for another day. As I’m typing this my day has been all over the place, kind of grumpy, kind of good, and maybe it’s because my body-clock is still getting used to the change to Daylight Saving Time or the gray day with a damp rain, but I just can’t get into things today. When the plight gets posted, however, things could be totally different so my actual answer might be different.

Here’s hoping your day is going great, or if crappy so far that it turns to great, and if it’s just kind of normal, here’s hoping it at least stays that way and doesn’t get crappy. And so I plight: How is your day going?

That’s it for this plight! I’m The Dude on the Right!! L8R!!!

Did you remember to Spring your clock forward for daylight saving time?

As much as I like the switch to Daylight Saving Time it’s always that first night and first morning after the time change that are the tough part. First off, I have enough trouble trying to fall asleep, but with the time change, at least until I get used to it a bit, trying to get to bed an hour earlier than I’m used to kind of sucks. Even though I’m falling asleep at the same time that I used to do body-clock wise for a few days, this isn’t a huge problem, I suppose. The real problem is the waking up the next morning because work calls and it doesn’t really care what time you went to bed. Sleep aside I’m usually pretty good at changing all of my clocks (although I am a little less obsessive about all clocks being exactly the same, down to the second, as I was in college), but today I actually forgot to change my watch so when someone asked what time it was, for a few seconds I looked at my watch and was confused. Eventually things clicked, I was able to add the hour the time on my watch, and then thought I would plight: Did you remember to Spring your clock forward for daylight saving time?

That’s it for this plight! I’m The Dude on the Right!! L8R!!!

Will you be watching “The Bachelor” finale?

I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again, but I’m a fan of “The Bachelor” and “The Bachelorette” series on ABC. There’s just something about the wacky concept of meeting your soul-mate over a TV show, being transported to various romantic locals and falling in love, and then coming back to your normal life and realizing “Why can’t we go to Thailand for a romantic getaway?” “Because we don’t have any money.” “Oh yea. Who are you anyway?”

This season they brought back Sean, whom I still don’t remember that well from his Bachelorette days, and if your name was a version of Ashley (there was an Ashley P., and Ashley H., and an AshLee F.) or a Leslie (or Lesley), you had a pretty good chance of being on the show. As of now there is only Catherine and Lindsay remaining, and my money is on Lindsay as Catherine seems to be the one he kept around for fun on his way to true, found on a TV show love. Of course, in true Bachelor fashion, there is something heart-wrenching going on as we see Sean get a letter from Chris Harrison on the final rose stop in the previews for the finale Monday night, but like all, except for Sean, Chris Harrison, and a bunch of other people sworn to secrecy, we’ll have to wait for the way-too-long finale show, full of thoughtful gazes by our contestants, out into the horizon, wondering if true love for them will be found on a TV show. And yes, I’ll be watching Monday, but I’m also plighting: Will you be watching “The Bachelor” finale?

That’s it for this plight! I’m The Dude on the Right!! L8R!!!

Have you watched a Harlem Shake video?

I won’t drag on and on about the Harlem Shake, much has been reported about this phenomenon and the assorted videos found on You Tube. Instead, the only thing I find fascinating is that as goofy as we all found Gangnam Style, more of us seem fascinated with the Harlem Shake, so much so that when Gangham Style hit a billion views on You Tube, people wondered if that would ever be surpassed. Enter the Harlem Shake, on its way to beat Psy, who now needs a new song to regain the You Tube crown as an internet giant.

I haven’t watched a video yet, just seen the news blurbs, but I do plight: Have you watched a Harlem Shake video?

That’s it for this plight! I’m The Dude on the Right!! L8R!!!

When was the last time you built a snowman?

We are in the midst of a pretty decent snowstorm as I type this, one of those that is bad enough to close a lot of schools, bad enough to screw up a lot of traffic, but not bad enough to cause utter mayhem nor get headlines like “Snowpocalypse,” “Snowmageddon,” nor something boring like “Blizzard.” It’s been a relatively calm couple of winters here in the Chicago area, but the end of February and now early March are seeming to make up for things at least in being persistently a pain in the butt.

My sister shot me a text earlier today saying “Build a snowman for me!”, and I probably should, but instead of trodding out in the snow, I’m deciding to let it be a calm day, working a lot on some website updates here at Entertainment Ave!, and trying to catch up on some 2013 projects I’ve been blowing off. Yet there is still a part of me that says, “Come on, go build that snowman! You know you want to!” The thing is my wife is out in the snowstorm as I type this, and building a snowman right now would mean doing it by myself, which when I was eight year’s old probably wouldn’t seem odd, I built plenty of snowmen and snow forts by myself in my younger days, but as an adult it just seems like it would be a little weird, envisioning the neighbors looking out of their windows saying “Wow, that’s a little sad. Mr. Dude building a snowman by himself.”

There’s still time, I suppose, for me to head outside and heed my sister’s advice, but I’ll probably just keep working, waiting for Mrs. Dude to get home safe, and keep plighting: When was the last time you built a snowman?

That’s it for this plight! I’m The Dude on the Right!! L8R!!!

Have you ever been to a thrift shop?

I know a few people who regularly shop at Goodwill, and when the song “Thrift Shop” from Macklemore & Ryan Lewis blew up the charts I couldn’t help but think of those people, and still can’t, every time I hear the song. Now I’m one for goofy songs, always have been, and “Thrift Shop” is right up there with the “I can’t believe this is a hit song, and why can’t I stop singing along?” best of them. It’s catchy, tells a nice tale, and sure, the non-radio version has some naughty words, but what doesn’t nowadays? The song also introduced me to some terms so I can stay hip with the youngsters, namely phrases like “Poppin’ tags” and “Come up,” and yes, I intend to use them and look like a dork at any instance that one of them may fit.

But back to the thrift shop.

I’m not one to shop at a thrift shop. Sure, I know there are tons of bargains, and every now and then you find something that you can probably sell on eBay for a nice return on your dollar, but for the most part Goodwill has just become a donation place for me for things like clothes that are too big for me now, nicknacks that even I wonder why I still have, and some electronics that still work but don’t work for me. There have been a few times I’ve gone into the store, rather than just drop stuff off, and yes, the hoarder in me could probably walk out of there with cartloads of stuff costing me like twenty bucks, but there is a voice in my head, well, knowing the disapproval of my wife, should I come home with a trunkload of one man’s trash that has become this man’s come up, although if I could get over the fact of wearing someone else’s shoes, if I did come across some gator shoes, those being green, they might just be hard to pass up.

Maybe you won’t shop there, maybe you just browse and wonder who actually owned that lime-green jumpsuit, but I plight: Have you ever been to a thrift shop?

That’s it for this plight! I’m The Dude on the Right!! L8R!!!

Are you watching All-Star Celebrity Apprentice?

Fine, I’ll admit it, I’m a fan of “Celebrity Apprentice,” and fine again, I plan on watching the “All-Star Celebrity Apprentice.” As I’m typing this plight the show premiers tonight, with The Donald back with an All-Star, well, at least celebrities who have already been on the show cast, including the likes of Gary Busey, Penn Jillette, Lil Jon, Dennis “Kim Jong Un is my Friend” Rodman, and the “celebrity” who won’t go away, Omarosa. I’m not really sure why I like the show, in fact I probably get more enjoyment from the normal “Apprentice” version, but why would Donald Trump want to go back to helping the average go-getter get further in their career when he can more easily let celebrity folks make fun of themselves. The only problem I generally have with “All-Star” editions of these reality shows is that the second, or third, or forth time around, the folks that return know a little bit more about playing to the camera and over-playing the character they developed originally (This is really becoming prominent in this season’s “Survivor: Caramoan Fans vs Favorites” with Phillip and Brandon overblowing their characters to the point of cartoonish, but that’s a topic for another plight), and sometimes it just becomes boring. For me, though, it’s generally a fun way to end the weekend, with some mindless entertainment to put me to sleep on the way to another normal work week.

And so I plight: Are you watching All-Star Celebrity Apprentice?

That’s it for this plight! I’m The Dude on the Right!! L8R!!!

Do you wash your own car?

In keeping with the current theme of cars for these Daily Plights, I have a neighbor who is always washing his cars. Not as much lately as we are in the grips of winter, but once the weather breaks a bit there he is, car in front of the garage, with the hose doing its work and him with a bucket of sudsy water. Part of me is a little jealous as my laziness and prioritizing of other things have taken me away from my desire to wash my car, but I remember younger days, first parking mom and/or dad’s in the driveway to give their car a thorough bathing, and then parking the car under the tree in the front yard for a good wax job where I would undoubtedly put on too much wax and then curse up a storm under my breath as I was trying to get the wax off.

As I’ve gotten older my personal car washing duties have stalled, especially as my living situations changed and it wasn’t as easy to pull out the hose and wash the dirt off the dude-mobile, that and the fact that it seems every gas station now has a quick car wash, and so I can’t really recall the last time I pulled out the bucket and dish soap. Sure, it’s a weird thinking about this in the winter time, but maybe it’s because my car could really use a decent car wash after being coated in road salt, and I’m also wondering when it will be warm enough for my neighbor to cleanse his vehicles, but as much as I miss the joy of washing my own car sometimes, I plight: Do you wash your own car?

That’s it for this plight! I’m The Dude on the Right!! L8R!!!