The Burger Tour – 2017 Edition

This was Photoshopped by me, surprisingly.

That’s right kids.  Today is 2017’s National Cheeseburger Day, so after some contemplation as to what I’d have to eat today – I decided to revisit an evaluation we first tried nearly eight years ago.

The Double Cheeseburger Tour

God damn it’s been a while, and boy how things have changed.  Not sure if McDonald’s remodel had happened back in 2009, but I’m leaning towards not.  But anyway, let’s dive in shall we?

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My Thoughts on the iPhone X

Apple unveiled the iPhone X yesterday, and I obviously had to do my due diligence since I’m all about that tech shit.

TL;DR – It’s junk.

I know a lot of people will hinge their mental well being on justifying why they want one, or why they’re going to buy one, and argue with me on this point.  So I’ll break down briefly why I think the iPhone X is trash.

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HTML, Javascript, and Telling the Time

Had a fun time tonight doing some really shitty and basic Javascript coding for giggles.  For some background info, we’ve got a bunch of monitors at work that show the status of most of our systems.  One of these monitors had a nice rectangular block with nothing in it, so I decided to add a clock to that block.  Up until this point, we’ve had to check our PCs or our phones to see what time it was down to the minute, and since analog is so last year, the wall clock was useless.

I originally found a sweet script on this website that hosted its own clocks on their server and you just dropped an iframe to link it on your site.  Worked great on my PC, until I found out the monitoring PCs run on super low-privileged accounts (for good reason) that have zero web access rights.  I had to figure out how to script this sumbitch locally.

Figured I’ll show the code first, then break it down.  Bear in mind this is ain’t pretty, I don’t plan on cleaning it up, and since it works I really don’t care about anything else:

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Arguing Politics & Taking A Step Back

I feel compelled to write this post based on an exchange I had earlier this evening.  A long time acquaintance and I got into a political debate which quickly devolved into an argument.  A quite serious argument – one with personal attacks, insults, the whole nine.  You might be wondering what started this exchange, but really that information is irrelevant.  Attempting to justify an argument based on what started it isn’t the right way to go about things.

It got heated.  And taking a step back now, I don’t know why.  It could have been born out of arrogance, maybe.  Or that we both knew our own stances so intimately, that an opposing view point couldn’t possibly be right.  Either way, the original point of contention was lost many comments earlier.  Before it had turned into a shitshow.

After 10 minutes of attempting to write a rebuttal, I got a chat notification.  It was from the person on the other side of the argument.  In its simplest form, it was an apology for letting things get out of hand on their part.  But once I reread it a few more times, it became a lot more than that.  It made me stop and consider my own actions up to that point.  I had just as much of a reason to apologize as he did – maybe even more so – but I didn’t.  The thought never even entered my mind.

Why didn’t it?

It got me thinking.  Have I been here before?  Are there times I should have apologized for taking things too far, but never did?  Maybe I’m too set in my political beliefs to realize when I’m being a dick?  Fuck.  That’s some heavy shit to consider.

It’s not so much whether either of us were right or wrong, it was about recognizing when its time to step back and consider how you’re handling yourself.  Too many times when it comes to politics, derogatory terms are thrown about – libtard, cuck, liberal, conservative, etc.  Honestly that tends to happen whenever there are any two competing lines of thought.  It escalates beyond the discussion and enters the realm of insult and argument.  In politics’ case, it does nothing except further this divide the country is experiencing.

Seeing that apology made me realize what a piece of shit I was being at that moment.  There will always be debate when it comes to politics, that’s how things have to be.  But that doesn’t mean respect for our opponents goes out the window.  We all belong to this country, and this country belongs to all of us.  It’s time to start remembering that more often.

The Trip Food Review – 8/24/2017

Day Two of the trip had quite a few surprises in store.  From the hotel’s continental breakfast to the Denny’s that wasn’t a Denny’s, let’s dive in:

Travelodge, Sturgis, MI

Usually when you hit up a hotel during a trip, you take the continental breakfast in the morning for granted.  Some fruit, juice, all the basic shit.

Well this was my first time staying at a Travelodge, and it was pretty par for the course.  But the breakfast was a little better than I was expecting.

There was cereal, fresh fruit, juice, coffee, but the real kicker was this do-it-yourself waffle maker.  Fill up a cup with batter, load up the iron, flip it over, wait for the preset timer to go off, and presto – perfectly done waffles.  I’ll be keeping an eye out for this craziness in the future, fo sho.  Once were fueled up, it was back on the road we went.

Wilton Cafe, Wilton, IA

Now this place was a complete surprise.  So for some back story, we were cruising down 80 and we were all starting to get cramped, hungry, and in need of a bathroom.  At my parent’s suggestion, we got off the highway near Durant, IA in search of food.  Subway was suggested, but that’s boring so I made the executive decision to pursue something elsewhere.

At a T intersection right after we got off the highway, there was a sign for the Wilton Cafe.  I said, “that’s where we’re headed.”  Headed down Historic U.S. 6 for a few miles till we entered Wilton, IA.  It was a cozy little town in the middle of the pancake that is Iowa.  The GPS routed us right there, we got out, stretched like our lives depended on it, and walked in the front door.

It was a pretty small cafe, but our waitress was friendly and took our orders.  I ordered a basic cheeseburger and fries, nothing too crazy.  Up until this point I had been evaluating all the local burgers back home, so I guess that kinda carried over to this stop.  After a few minutes our food showed up and I loaded the burger with some ketchup like any sane human being would.

Right before I bit into said burger, my mom piped up and basically said “Uh oh.”  I immediately thought it was some sugar-free or salt-free garbage ketchup, but no.  It was so much more than I was expecting.

That’s right.  Jalapeño ketchup.  I touched on this in an earlier post, but god damn this shit was off the charts.  A bit of bite, but nothing too unreasonable.  The burger was great, the fries with this ketchup were great.  I was chuffed, as the Brits say.

We paid the bill and got back on the road – next stop, Nebraska.

Village Inn, Papillion, NE

When my uncle first mentioned Village Inn, he said it was similar to Denny’s.  I can see the similarities, basic American fare, huge breakfast selection, etc.  But this definitely had a midwest vibe to it that Denny’s lacks.  If I recall right, I think we all opted for breakfast items, but mine was undoubtedly the unexpected one out of the bunch.

I ordered the first thing that caught my attention – the poblano smothered breakfast burrito.  This thing was legit.  Filled with chorizo, egg, home fries, and peppers.  The outside had more peppers, melted cheese, and a spicy red sauce.  If I imagined what a breakfast burrito would be like from Chipotle, this was it.  Mildly spicy, super filling, and really tasty.  I was impressed.

That said, I wasn’t really impressed with their other menu options.  It was pretty tame, nothing really stood out to me other than the burrito.  Denny’s is the same way lately, the usual standbys like the Sampler or a burger.  Village Inn was a solid stop, but nothing to rave about.

Now, the next stop I didn’t have anything to eat at, but it’s still worth talking about since alcohol is part of the food pyramid afterall.

Report In Pub, Omaha, NE

Since this was the only night I’d be able to hang out with my cousin, she said she and her fiance would be kidnapping me and taking me to a bar.  It was a little hole in the wall joint, but I could definitely dig the vibe.  I kept it simple with a couple Blue Moons, since I was dead tired from the drive that day.  Bullshitted for a bit then we bounced.

Worth mentioning, this place’s claim to fame is a Bloody Mary that will kick you in the face.  It’s one of those drinks that comes with a bunch of shit on a skewer in the drink.  Literally a burger slider, onion rings, etc.  Under other circumstances I totally would have had one.  Maybe next trip?