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Challenge Accepted: Make a Proper Japanese Waitress Belly Laugh at Yamazato

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Dinner at Yamazato is exceptional, even 15 years on from the first visit. Absolutely world class. And Japanese service to boot.

The question is, can you make a proper Kimono wearing Japanese waitress belly laugh? Well, yes…if you are us. We had so much fun.

I mean, maybe the martinis we started with at 23 had something to do with it?

Or maybe it was mr big nose? No one knows.

But wow.

Who us? Goof off?

Happy Birthday gem-san.

A Blast From the Software Security Past on 23

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Who are these people? Madou? Florence? McGraw? Noelie? All together? No fucking way.

A nice way to turn 3C is to gather the geeks in Amsterdam for a photo shoot.

Best Banana Birthday

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Romey always finds the very best cards.

3C is 60 to you and me

3C Minus One Banana

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Caroline made a cake

Artichokes and Hollandaise

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When I was around 3 or 4, my pappy—mom’s dad, who was a flying ace in WWI, started the peruvian air force, and taught us how to mislead mom—died. Well meaning neighbors from all over our East Tennessee suburban neighborhood of Colonial Heights brought endless cassaroles and other dining monstrosities.

At three, I found this insanely not good. So after a few too many days of grean beans soaked in campbell’s mushroom soup topped with dehydrated onions, I went crying to mom and asked her when she would please cook for us again.

Touched, she said. “Oh honey, I will cook you anything you want for dinner. What would you like?” To which she expected a reply suitable to a three year old like “hotdogs” or “hamburgers” or “tacos” (remember, 1971 predated the chicken nugget).

What did I reply? “Artichokes and Hollandaise” of course. This caused some consternation, because finding artichokes in those days at the local A&P was nigh on impossible. Somehow, mom prevailed.

To this day, I love this meal. Thanks mom, for developing my palate properly.

Sidekick Gets a Sidekick

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Fear of the Dark (Iron Maiden)

Every good metal band needs a fiddle to keep it real. Right?

One of the most fun things this Christmas was sitting in with Sidekick. Tuned down 1/2 step?! Whatever, man. We’ll begin with coverage of the three violin songs which were, in actuality, widely dispersed in the sets.

First there’s Ozzy’s Crazy Train


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Then there is Don’t Stop Believing by Journey. 8th grade rides again!


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But honestly, the coup de grace was Nothing Else Matters by Metallica.


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I mean, damn that was fun.

Lets get chronological.

Romey throws the horns.

Sidekick takes the stage

Oh hell yeah!

Higher by Creed


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Breaking the Law


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A little AC/DC perhaps?

You Shook me All Night Long


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Paradise City by Guns N Roses.


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One of my personal faves, Killing in the Name Of by Rage


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In the End by Linkin Park


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Some ceiling work…


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The opener featured some 16 year olds kicking it.

Nirvana

One hell of a great time.

Heidelberg at Sunset

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Who knew that the Christmas market was still going. After Christmas even!

The gang’s all here.

And the sun sank.

And the lights glowed.

27 Guitars and One Fiddle

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An ideal room for some practice. Metal fiddle!


Crazy Train


Don’t Stop Believing


Nothing Else Matters

Mattress Factory

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We visited the Mattress Factory for the first time on our zillionth trip to Pittsburgh. This time we had our dear friend Betty along for the ride.

The upstairs rooms have some excellent stuff…they also have this.

But you can skip right over it and get to this.


Betty is still in Billy mode
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Yayoi (without the wait)

These illusions were incredible. They have something to say about human perception.

Our surveillance monitor

Iulie Visits for Halloween

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Wait, that’s not Iulie, that’s Leiden. Iulie’s brother came along to drop her off for a visit to bubby and “strong grandpa.”

And we had a morning fire the next morning since it was under 40.

We made Captain Crunch pancakes. Well one anyway.

The dogs were amused.

We did a chore. Iulie is an excellent helper.

Then we carved some pumpkins…ultimately named Gerald (the big guy) and Jerome.

We separated the seeds.

We checked out the tree.

We visited Bubby at work.

Leiden came to retrieve his sister too.

The fork…Iulie and I did lots of cooking together.

Bubby and Iulie.

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