I Won An Award !!!

Daniel over at Vinyl Art(a brilliant artist, who made me this)

gave me this award.

Here is where it started. This is what it's bout.


"You are never a burden.. don't ever think that. Friends need each other to pick them up when they are down and I would do nothing less. "
Dawn Drover~ Twisted Sister

A Million Dollar Friend is the kind of person who instinctively knows what it means to be a good friend; this kind of person makes you look forward to the days ahead and fondly remember the days that have passed.

A Nice Place In The Sun



Now I will pass it on. I am going to give the award to Feral Mom over at Gone Feral. Why, you ask ? I will tell you.

For one thing, she has a kickass blog.

For another, she's a kickass person.

For another, she is the one who informed of the existence of blogs, and asked me why I did not have one. So, Feral Mom is responsible for Sandwich Flats existing at all. So I am forever in her debt,as are the many people who used to be bombarded with my idiotic e-mails, which were my outlet before Sandwich Flats was birthed.

So there you have it, Feral Mom is my Million Dollar Friend.

School Of Rock:Sandwich Flats Campus

That's right, Crimestoppers! it's time to drop some k-nowledge here at the Old Flats.

As many of you may know, Feral Mom has opened up a School Of Rock over at Gone Feral, in which she will detail how different purveyors of the "rock" have influenced her, and what a large role music has played in her life. "What a great idea", I thought to myself," I should steal that."

Alas, I could not steal from Feral Mom, not from the very person who introduced me to the blog world. So, I ponied up a nominal franchise fee, and voila, I was able to open up my very own School Of Rock campus here at Sandwich Flats.

Now, School Of Rock:Sandwich Flats will be, at best, a pale imitation of the original(much like Van Halen with Sammy Hagar and Gary Cherone, or that abomination known as Starship), and for that, I will apologize in advance. But I will do my best. I will try to let you all know about the music that has guided me through life, and shaped the person you know as Paticus. There will be hippies, some Jersey guys, some hot chicks(of course) and lots more, and maybe even some shit that will blow your mind.

To quote Seymour Skinner: Are you adequately prepared to rock ?!?!?

Coming Up: ? I don't even know, that's how rock I am.

But here's an appropriate opener(not much of a video, but this song is KICK-ASS!!):

Holy Hellfuck ! Sandwich Flats is Three Years Old !!!!!

To quote Shelley winters, "Well spank my ass and call me Wilbur!"

Who woulda thunk that Sandwich Flats would make it to three years old ? Certainly not my dear friend Keith Moon, who predicted that my blog would sink like a "Lead Balloon". Thanks Keith, you jerk.

So I suppose at times like this, introspection is kind of natural, isn't it ? No ? Well too bad, as I plan to introspect my ass off, so there.

What have we learned, lo these three years here at old sandwichflatsdotblogspotdotcom ?

That I like lists.
That I like lyric and movie quote trivia
That I have very little shame(testicular ultrasound, anyone ?)
I watch a lotta tee vee.
I am addicted to ellipses...
I like telling people when I think something Rocks/Kicks Ass !!
That the few readers I have were very caring when my Dad passed away in November.
I have a lot of free time on my hands.
I believe I created the swear "hellfuck"
That I have Special Lady who must be the kindest, most patient person on the planet.
And twin daughters that I would die for.
I came clean on my steroid use.
That I am snubbed by People magazine, Pat O'Brien and The Catholic Church.
That I am phobic of Spiders and living dolls.
I am a big fan of alliteration

I could keep going, but that would just be cruel, wouldn't it ? But what have YOU learned here at the Flats ? Please feel free to share.

I want to thank those few folks that do read for reading, and I would like to give a special shout out to Feral Mom over at Gone Feral, as she was the first one who posed the question, "Why don't you have a blog ?" And the rest, is history...Long winded, pointless history.

Peace, Crimestoppers !!!!

What Movie Is This From ? Episode LXXX: Hot Dog, We Have A Weiner !

We have a winner from last week !! The lovely and talented Miss. Ann Thrope correctly identified

"Well Mr. Thompson, that's quite a list. And I think, if I really apply myself, I could be a totally changed person by the time we finish lunch."

from "Bachelor Party" starring Tawny Kitaen and Adrian Zmed, oh, and some dude named Otm Shank...No that's not it...Tom Hanks ! That was his name. Wonder whatever became of that poor schlub ? Anyway, Brava, Miss. Ann, brava !!!!!

Onto this week's clue:

A movie from 1975:

He won't listen to anybody. He's been very crazy all summer. Since June he's been trying to kill me.

Good luck, Crimestoppers !!!!


And now, I would like to toot my own horn for a moment..(I mean that as a figure of speech, of course. Ron Jeremy I am not)
I have been named in a Best Blogs of 2007 List !! !! Whoo-Hoo ! Go me.. and so forth !!!! A big thanks to the lovely and talented Feral Mom for the recognition !! And I guess this means...You like me !! You REALLY like me !!!!

Feral Interview....

The lovely and talented Feral Mom over at Gone Feral has come up with 5 Questions(3 questions) for me to answer...So answer the 5 Questions(3 questions) I will....

Question The First: What Grateful Dead song(if any) do you secretly think is shite ?
Answer: I don't know there are any that I secretly think are shite. there are several Bob Weir sung tunes that I am not a big fan of': Walkin' Blues, Corinna(or as a friend of mine once dubbed it "Velveeeta"), Easy Answers...

I also happen to like a lot of songs that other Heads really dislike. Everyone seems to hate Garcia's "Keep Your Day Job"- I kinda like it. Same with "I Will Take You Home". In fact, I am a big fan of Brent Mydland, and I know he is not a lot of people's cup of Grateful Dead tea. I love what he brought to the band, and I was crushed when he died.

But I guess the one thing that could get me excommunicated is this...I am not a big fan of Drums/Space-Allow me to explain- About halfway through the second set of EVERY show(starting somewhere in 1979 officially, I think), there would be about a ten minute drum solo(Drums), during which Jerry, Phil, Bobby and Keith& Donna(1971-1979)/Brent(1979-1990)/Vince(1990-1995) and Bruce Hornsby(1990-1992) would leave the stage. Then they would all return, and they would noodle around(Space) while Bill and Mickey(the drummers) would take a break. I never particularly enjoyed this, I must admit. When it would be nearing the end of Space, it was always fun to try and figure out which song they were going to play, but overall, I did not like the music that this interlude produced. I appreciate that it was a needed rest, and it let them improvise and everything, but i was mostly bored. The only time I really remember enjoying it was at one show where I watched this dude dance to the whole drum solo, and seeing someone enjoy it that much definitely upped my enjoyment.
There you have it, probably a much longer answer than needed.

Question The Second: Which two of your friends should never,ever meet one another ?

I don't know that I have a real answer to that one. I think most of my friends are pretty good at adapting and getting along. I will skip this one for a second and move on.

I'm back, and I must say, I don't think I have an answer for this one. I have had friend universes cross before, with no disasters, so I don't think I would need to keep any of my friends apart.Perhaps My Special Lady might have a different take on this one. Comment if you do,Special Lady.

Question The Third: You've got to give up one: sex, drugs, rock 'n' roll, or the internets. Which will it be ?

This one is actually easier to answer than one might think. Drugs would be the one to give up. In fact, I think I have mostly unofficially given them up by now anyway. I don't think I've smoked reefer in a year or two anyway, and I gave up the more mind expanding ones quite some time ago. I realize that it ain't the coolest answer in the world,but it is the truth. I think I had enough good and(very,very) bad times on drugs to last me for a while anyway. I can still drink, right ?

Question The Fourth: What's the longest you've ever gone without talking to someone ?

I'm not absolutely sure what answer you require to this...Do you mean like what's the longest I have been without human contact ? Or what's the longest that my stupid Irish temper has kept me from talking to someone that has "wronged" me ?
I am going to guess you mean the latter. There was one person that My Special Lady and I just cut out of our lives completely, that was probably ten years or so ago now. Those who knew us in L.A. will probably be rolling their eyes right about now, as this was a bit of an all encompassing situation for my Special Lady and I for awhile. This was a person that we were somewhat friends with, at least friendly neighbors, and then he just crossed several lines, the last being remaining in our apartment while we had some friends over for dinner, not leaving, but not accepting the (begrudgingly) offered dinner invitation. We stopped talking to him the next day.

Question The Fifth: You get to relive one year of your life in its entirety before you die.Which one will it be, or will you take a pass ?

This is a tough one...Good question, Feral Mom. The immediate, sentimental answer would be 2005, as that is when the twins were born(and I mean ACTUAL twins- it's not some twisted reference to the day My Special Lady got breast implants), but that was only one day in that year, and I think have enjoyed this past year more than that year,as they have become more interactive with us, and all that. But then, this has not been a banner year for me as a person(or husband- nothing super salacious or juicy, I can just be a prick sometimes, and lack of sleep and other stresses has made that a more often occurrence than I would like-let's just say, I would not be shocked to one day come home and have the locks changed-well, perhaps that is an exaggeration-or perhaps it's not), so I don't know that I would want to relive that part of it.

One could also go the more selfish route, and pick a year from my youth, when things were going my way, when I was still full of promise, and suffering under the delusion that I was talented, and "going places". Back when I could recover from hangovers more quickly(or perhaps not have them at all), when I did not think about the consequences of actions. But, then I would not have the joy of knowing many of the people I know now. I didn't know Mr. & Mrs. Feral, or Sass, or C2, Elizabeth, Susan,Frank,- or any of the other folks we met in Chicago. I think I would pick a year before we moved to L.A., so I would not know any of the truly fantastic people I know from there(I'm not sure who reads this, but you know who you are-Aaron,Jane, Julia,Gail, Brad,Gina, Joe, Eric...I'm sure I'm forgetting some folks). Would I pick a year from college ? Probably, so many of those folks would be there, so that would be good. But, of course, to become a bit maudlin, I can't imagine time without RLB and LAB(the twins) in it as "better" anyway.

I guess I would have to say I'm dead, that's it. Help me find my grandmothers(I never met them), then tell me where Garcia's playing, and tell Hunter Thompson and Belushi to meet me there.

There you have it, the answers to the Five(three) Questions.

Thanks, Feral Mom.


If anyone else has some questions they'd like to ask me- fire away.