Aaron Adams’s Lame-ass Blog

We’re currently in the middle of receiving 12+ inches of snow at my home in Bellbrook. We took the opportunity this afternoon to get a few pictures of the dogs. They stink and they’re rowdy and they get their hair all over every damn thing in my house and they turn expensive dog food into poo, but we love ‘em.

Here they are wrestling in the yard. Watch out for those flopping ears.

This is a really good shot of little dog, the youngest.

The oldest one, on the left, is attempting to chew a frozen tennis ball.

Little dog looks like she’s about to fly away.

These shots are of a growing snow shelf that’s protruding from our roof, probably about 12 inches or so.

Ok, that’s all from my mundane life today.

As I walked out of the gym this evening, Dave Chappelle happened to be sitting on one of the chest press machines. I introduced myself and told him that he had made fun of me on his show, and he was genuinely amused and a little embarrassed about the whole thing. We chatted for a minute or two and he was very friendly. He seemed like a down-to-earth guy you’d want to have a beer with. Did I mention he was friendly?

You know, it’s easy for famous people to be jerks and justify it. The ones who are friendly are that way because they want to be.

I just have to tell you about last night. It started out with a fantastic dinner at Flemming’s over at The Greene, courtesy of my new employer, Todd, to celebrate my one month anniversary contracting for his company. That makes two company-purchased dinners in one month, which is twice as many as I got in 6+ years at my former employer. Good times.

For those who are unaware, The Greene is one of those outdoor malls set up like a small town where you are exposed to the elements as you walk past each trendy store that has absolutely nothing you want to buy. And because people seem to have this habit of making names that aren’t possessive, possessive (I swear, I heard someone say “Wal-Mart’s” the other day), we now mockingly call it “The Greene’s”. Thanks idiots.

Anyway, the food at Flemming’s (actually a posessive name) was excellent and very pricey. I ordered the porterhouse steak and a baked potato, and the steak alone was $33. Worth every penny.

Flemming’s is unquestionably an adult restaurant with dim lighting and employees and guests who wear suits and a low hum of conversation as opposed to a roar, so you can imagine how unhappy I was when I was interrupted in the middle of my $33 steak because the baby at the table next to us started screaming. What the hell! I truly cannot have a peaceful meal anywhere without you idiots and your screaming damn kids ruining it. Really, get over your idiotic persecution of smokers and start concentrating on being considerate of others around you and keep the little bastards at home. Flemming’s is no place for a baby, and as the adult parent, you should realize that and hire a sitter or choose Chuck E. Cheese’s instead. As the anti-smoking Nazis like to point out, your actions affect others, and it works both ways. I would never light a cigar in such a place, even if it were legal, and in return I don’t want to have to hear your kid.

After dinner we went downtown to some event where Arcade Square’s was being opened for public viewing, possibly for the last time. It has been closed up for more than a decade now, and because of some situation with tax liens and other financial problems, it could be knocked over. That’s really too bad because it’s a very neat historical building, but the city around it has been so mismanaged and neglected that there’s probably no way for it to become financially successful in the foreseeable future.

I took a bunch of pictures for those of you who haven’t seen the inside of the building before. For whatever reason, the Christmas decorations from a holiday event in 1990-something are still hanging.

After seeing the Arcade’s, we returned to my car and saw this car parked in front of it.

Wow.

And then we went over to Mike’s place and enjoyed the pumpkin cheesecake we had prepared the night before. It was delicious.

That was my Friday. And this has been, like, the best Twitter’s entry ever, because Twitter’s is like, so cool, and it’s so important that everyone know what I’m doing every moment of the day. Thanks, Twitter’s, for turning the narcissism of the blogging age up one more notch to the point where I feel justified writing pointless blog entries like this one.

Tonight at dinner at the Big Boy in Bellbrook, I saw a familiar face to Ohioans: former Ohio Governor Bob Taft. I tried to discreetly snap a picture of him from underneath the table. Let the guy have his dinner in peace, I figure. Because he was sitting against the window, this was the best I could get.

I couldn’t figure out why he’d be in our town until I read the Wikipedia article about him. He’s has joined the University of Dayton as a research associate.

He is the great grandson of William Howard Taft, former President and Chief Justice of the United States (and our fattest President). You may also remember that his grandfather, Robert Taft, ran for the Republican nomination against Ike in 1952.

Congratulations to us for reaching 100 degrees!