Yesterday, I had lunch in Mr. Lucky's at the Hard Rock Hotel & Casino. The food is mediocre at best. I've eaten there more than I care to admit. Since I generally sit in the smoking section, I am almost always seated in a booth next to this huge pieced picture of Jim Morrison. I don't have a problem with the subject matter of the picture itself. Its like a giant head shot of the guy, but I do have a monumental problem with the picture itself.
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That's a crude representation of the damn thing. All the pieces are correct except the bottom right one. ITS THE WRONG DAMN PIECE. There is one more row to the picture. It goes at the top. Apparently, the bottom right piece was lost somewhere. So they put the piece that should be at the top right in its place & hoped no one would notice. It makes me nuts. I can't stand things like that.
Every time I see it I think of that scene from the Cincinnati Kid where Melba (Ann-Margaret) is sitting on the bed doing a jigsaw puzzle while talking to her husband Shooter (Karl Malden). She starts sawing on the puzzle pieces with a nail file to make them fit. Shooter tells her something to the effect of, "You know, you are only cheating yourself." They cheated themselves! Not to mention the fact that they are making me absolutely nuts with the stupid thing. Its a conspiracy I tell you.
On a lighter note, there is more food art. YAY! I was waiting for my eternally slow waitress to come back with my change when I was at Gardunos in the Palms. I get bored easily & I can't sit still for two seconds. So, what was left of my Zia Salad became the newest edition to my food art. Nothing spectacular, however, the people at the table behind me had a few comments. Apparently, they thought I was being slightly uncooth. They can lick me. You'll have to excuse the picture. I still haven't replaced the batteries in the camera yet & they are super low.
Word of the Day
synecdoche - suh-NEK-duh-kee - noun
a figure of speech by which a part is put for the whole or vice versa, the species for the genus or vice versa, or the name of the material for the thing made