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Wednesday, February 09, 2021

I guess Google didn’t get the message when I kept seven unused Gmail invitations in my account for months on end. They recently decided to up my invite threshold to 50.

Fifty freakin’ Gmail invitations. I couldn’t get rid of seven of them. How the hell am I going to shed seven times seven?

Well, since this blog is suddenly getting a tremendous amount of traffic (is there a correlation there?), this is as good a time as any to try to give them out.

So, if you’re among the three or four lost souls who doesn’t yet have a Gmail address, and desperately want one, leave your first name AND last name AND present email address in the comment area. I’ll hook you up.

- Costa Tsiokos, Wed 02/09/2021 11:16:39 PM
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cordially smooth
Seeing as how alcohol is such an integral part of my diet (I may start my own weight-loss scheme, call it “The Spirits Diet”), and my trend-whorish nature, I try to keep up with the latest in drink popularity. So I take note of the comeback of cordials and liqueurs in today’s drinks-of-the-moment.

I think I like the names of the drinks as much as the drinks themselves. Take the “Irish Car Bomb”:

So the battle to create new weapons of mass intoxication has escalated to the Irish Car Bomb, a wicked version of the old shot-in-a-beer boilermaker. It still has Bailey’s, but it’s in the bottom of a shot glass, topped with a floater of Jameson’s Irish whisky, all of which is dropped into a glass of Guinness.

And the “Sexual Alligator”, aka “Sex with an Alligator”:

Again, if you find Fuzzy Navel kid stuff and Sex on the Beach too tame, consider Sex with an Alligator, sometimes called Sexual Alligator. That’s Midori, the neon-green melon liqueur, with raspberry schnapps dropped to the bottom, giving the color of say, a Tequila Sunrise on Mars. Top it off with the thick medicinal kick of Jagermeister to give it teeth.

I generally don’t go for the sweetish spirits; I like to stick with the basics: Gin, vodka, whiskey and rum (in that order of preference). I’ll take them flavored, but they’re just as satisfying straight.

All this talk about booze is making me thirsty.

- Costa Tsiokos, Wed 02/09/2021 10:38:26 PM
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Speaking of RFID, you can see it on display in your supermarket shopping-cart bay:

The Cart Anti-Theft Protection System, or CAPS, was created by Carttronics Inc. in California. It involves a low-frequency radio signal underground. When someone tries to push a cart past a broad yellow line at the edge of the parking lot, the movement triggers the signal.

“It’s kind of like a button that opens and closes your garage,” said John French, Carttronics’ chief executive officer. Installing the system can cost about $8,000 for 200 carts, French said.

Carts cost $150 apiece, and hundreds of lost ones can hurt store profits, said Maria Rodamis, the media relations person for Publix.

I think I’ve complained in the past about the spread of abandoned shopping carts around my town. People hereabouts seem to think they have license to hang onto shopping carts, well after their shopping experience is over. Consequently, you wind up seeing scores of carts strewn all over roads and sidewalks, creating a running eyesore. I know stores would love to cut down on the loss of their property; this solution from Carttronics seems to deliver.

Actually, I dreamed up this solution myself a couple of months ago. Unfortunately, I was beaten to the punch, which I found out when I checked with the U.S. Patent Office. Day late, dollar short; I’ll have to come up with another million-dollar idea.

- Costa Tsiokos, Wed 02/09/2021 10:16:38 PM
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When you think of radio frequency identification (RFID) tags, you think of clothing, supermarkets and retail outfits of a similar vein.

Even taking into account the boundless potential of RFID technology, I bet you never figured it could be used to track the whereabouts of medical research cadavers at the University of California:

Officials are also considering putting barcodes or radio frequency devices in cadavers that could be read by someone walking past the body with a handheld device. Radio frequency identification, or RFID, tags already are used by cars passing through automated toll plazas. UC officials said that they are still working out the details but that any body parts that became separated from the corpse would probably be tagged, too.

I guess the shenanigans that med students engage in with these bodies would be curtailed, too. My cousin, the doctor, once told me about the drunken fun she and her classmates would have in the storage freezers… Nothing lurid, just a lot of posing with beer cans and such. Helluva bonding experience.

(Via The RFID Weblog)

- Costa Tsiokos, Wed 02/09/2021 10:02:55 PM
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A couple of weeks ago, I postulated about Tampa Bay’s transportation future best being served by a rail solution.

If that ever happens, the Federal government can’t be counted on to help out. Meaning the present boondoggle of quasi-suburban road redundancy will continue to be the shaky future of the area. Whoopee.

- Costa Tsiokos, Wed 02/09/2021 09:46:54 PM
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the midweek special
It’s not explicitly clear from the website, but nevertheless, today makes it official: tbt* has moved from Friday to Wednesday weekly publication. Start the revolution, yo.

And yes, for those who can’t get enough of the hate on, this week’s issue has Grub & Club reviewer Nick Margiasso laying into another of my cherished Tampa Bay dives, Mastry’s (less than a week after skewering The Hub). Oh, the humanity.

(Actually, as far as the bathrooms at Mastry’s go, Margiasso is dead on. I once took a date there for a couple of quick drinks, and she freaked out at the mere sight of the ladies’ restroom — and she didn’t even need to use it. She demanded that we leave right then, barely five minutes after arriving, and head for the cleaner confines of BayWalk; I suppose she wanted to put as much distance between her and the scary Mastry’s toilets as possible. I took her reaction as a sign that she was preposterously too high-maintenance, and didn’t see her again after that night.)

- Costa Tsiokos, Wed 02/09/2021 12:53:08 PM
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