Music

Yes, I do that too...they don't just call me DJ because my name's Dominic James.

Something funked up for the weekend:

Forty First Street Breakdown – Naomi Davis&the knights of Forty First Street

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Speaking of the weekend, if you're looking for something to do tonight, head on over to Fat Cat in NYC and check out Naomi Shelton and the Gospel Queens, live, for only $3. You don't want to miss this and you can thank me later.

Dreams...

I don't always have the pleasure of remembering my dreams with even the slightest degree of detail, but when I do, it's usually a treasure trove of nonsense that even baffles me. There are some out there that believe dreams have meanings though I am not so sure, at least not always.


Last night, my mind drifted to India for no good reason. Was I dreaming of riches? Nope. Ancient times? Nah. I had one thing on my brain, McDonald's. But in India? Until today I didn't even know this thing existed. Imagine, if you will, my frustration with McDonald's India because they refused to serve me a burger. I was not sure why I was in India to begin with but to be in my happy place in an unknown country was a good turning point. The let down came when I could not get a simple hamburger.


Yes, I am smart enough to know that the cow is a sacred animal in the Indian culture so there's no need to lecture me there. I was a bit upset that I could not have what I wanted and I wanted out. Not of McDonald's India but of my dream. I forced myself awake to get out of this beefless hell.


Today, I did some research to see what the land of telemarketing has to offer in terms of McDonald's and it was quite an educational experience. The global giant opened their doors in India in 1996 - it was the first McDonald's to not have beef on the menu (though no McDonald's has an item called "beef" but that's a technicality.) But this little stat nugget really jumped off the page:

2003-04 - Indigenous products like McAloo Tikki, McVeggie and Pizza McPuff exported to Middle East countries


Oh McDonald's India, we'll meet again, though likely in my dreams and I'll be ready to order a Pizza McPuff this time around.

Bumper Stickers

I'm not sure there's ever been a more obnoxious invention than the bumper sticker. Whether it's your annoying, misguided political statement or just some silly sticker claiming your affinity for a sports team, location, or person, it's just a waste.

"My child can beat up your honor student." Ohhhhh HAHAHA funny guy. Great one. So what you're saying is your kid is dumb and bullies the smart kids that will likely one day be your kid's boss. Fantastic. Keep telling little Bobby to reach for the stars and beat those smart kids up.

"I <3 my Poodle." That's great! Profess love for your dog because it can obviously take an extra degree of pride when it reads your confession of love on the back bumper. Imagine the jealous rage if you accidentally put the "I <3 my Pomeranian" on the bumper instead. As FiFi is gnawing your foot off, you scream, "It was an honest mistake, I swear!"

Or my most favorite that I've seen recently while traveling in the Garden State, "Jersey Girls Don't Pump Gas." Oh is that so princess? Wow! You are truly part of the privileged class, use your privilege wisely! Not sure if any of the morons that invested their money in one of these stickers ever noticed that it is NJ law that dictates that nobody shall pump gas in the state other than the gas station attendant. But, you ask, "what if the gas station attendant is a girl?!?!?" Well she must not be from Jersey! Imagine the outrage is she were?

Before you go to stick some annoying message indicating that you truly don't give a crap about the re-sale value of your car, think of this message and ask, "Does this sticker really need to be on my car?" And then ask yourself, "Do I have the receipt to return this thing?" But if everyone and their mother most know that your car climbed Mt. Washington, that's just great. Next time, just drive that sucker right over the other side of the mountain.

In closing, look for the summer line of OFC Bumper Stickers coming in June, just in time for summer BBQs!