It's been a busy week. Here's what is mulling around in my brainpan after our first week of spring.

There are a lot of folks in a dither about the "Buffalo: For Real" slogan. I am not one of those guys. I don't dither. We have been searching for the "big thing" forever to turn the region around and that is plenty silly, and the same goes for campaigns of any kind. Any promo campaign needs a bunch of components. This is just a step. Much like people are reluctant to scroll down a web page or click a second time, it is just a way of showing off some nice photos. It's a slogan and the world will revolve at the same pace regardless of how many car chases make what was probably the first of many youtube videos. Remember "Talkin Proud"? Well, the milk still went on your cereal the same way then too. Perceptions and realities shift at a snail's pace and to expect one tag line to do alter that is silly. so the complainers, whiners (and folks who have waaaaay too much time on their hands on the forums on media sites) should chill. It's a tag line not a miracle cure.

That said, this is pretty funny.



The Sabres are raising prices and that has some of the folks still living their moms' basements upside. It is a buck a game on average, folks, settle down. Were you going to go anyway?

I'm getting a kick out of the people and firms who represent themselves as social media consultants. Sure there are things I would like to do to my company's web pages and other things we can add to the facebook page, but in this age, when the internet has made people even lazier, if you are going to tell me what is wrong with my corporate facebook page perhaps, you should be looking at it. Doofus assessed my social media presence on the basis of an abandoned group and the 200 folks who are still there. Yeah, there is a consultant I'll bring in, chucklehead.

Has there been a more poorly run matching set of campaigns than what is happening in the New York 26th election? Everybody is so poorly representing themselves and flinging mud at each other, you have no idea what anybody actually stands for. If I could enact one election law for advertising, it would be for a mandate of "what would you do?" if you got the job.

Long Day on Wednesday and a couple of colleagues stopped for a chat at the end of the day

Now that the lack of winter is bringing people out a little more I've been noticing a few things in my travels:

Everybody crams into the first driveway going into Wegmans, not sure why. Watch, next time you headed to Weggies, most everybody will head for that first way in.

Nobody waits for a parallel parker to finish his or her attempt. More and more, people will pull into the other lane and into oncoming traffic instead of waiting a couple moments. Are we all in that much of a hurry? None of us are that important, me thinks.

I've been moonlighting at the Arena for some of the events down there (for the unitiated) and getting to be a part of the goings on on the Easter Sunday game was a blast until the Sabres managed to lose the darn thing. It was a kick going past a bunch of friendly tailgate parties, even getting a cheer for my red usher coat, only to have the home team blow the game and mess up my arrival time for Easter dinner at my Mom's. With my luck, my next chance at some extra income will be the Backstreet Boys show in June.

Ventured down to marina to get a taste of faux spring yesterday in the company of number one son. It was nice to see the Hatch getting ready, and some small signs of life, even better still to see the lake moving again. The Marina is one of my favorite spots and to see it when the water is still is jarring. Maybe we have FINALLY crossed beyond into something beyond winter.

I'm recultivating my passion for dives for food as well as good drinks. I met a good friend, she turned me onto Boomerrangs, and we went over to Maggies for fish frys the other night and they were awesome and good, and cheap. I like an honest meal like that. I came back feeling full and happy, we capped off at the Pink before the young bucks came in.

The lineup for the Waterfront concerts has been great so far, so I have high hopes for summer, having already bought tickets for Dark Star Orchestra, Elvis Costello and Great Big Sea. I like Tragically Hip, but I think I'll listen to them from outside the fence.

Buried another uncle in the days leading up to easter and when that type of gathering happens as often as it seemingly has, you take levity whereever you can find it. The good folks at Durham Memorial have a repaste after services, but it is a full on old school fry up. On the way into the room, an aunt remarked about the scents coming from the kitchen "bet there ain't a chicken within 4 miles of this place still moving."

And it was pretty good.

Never been a big booster of sponge candy, but as seen at the Broadway Market today, if this doesn't impress, you need a checkup.

This came on while driving around near the Broadway Market today, made me happy

Been one of those weeks, both my ex and my office's p.r. coordinator were gone for the bulk of the week. That alone threatened to yield some interesting moments. I posted something to that effect on facebook. One of the local reporters called me up to tease and I told her no tv until the dishes were finished. This, as the kids were fixing their homework in production.

Excited for the start of the outdoor music season, as the Dark Star Orchestra and Elvis Costello will be at the waterfront the final weekend in June to get things going. I saw DSO at the Town Ballroom last month and made a damn fool outside of myself, a grand time to be sure. I liked Elvis's talk show which proved his band and he still have it after all these years.

I survived the "red-ring" of death on my xbox and finally got all geeked up with the help of a new router. I got the xbox to see the router and the desktop and vice versa, which when done seemed like an awful lot of trouble to stream "Anchorman" from Netflix, but what the hell, it was still funny.

Brief Yelp like notice -- Boomerrangs on Niagara is a new favorite, good cheap crabcakes and cool refreshing adult beverages. Can't beat that.

One of the cultural touchstones of my high school years was the weekend in 1980 when Bob Seger and the Silver Bullet Band played the Aud shortly after school started. They came and sold out three nights in the Aud. Nobody had ever done that before. Whenever a big concert came to town, you had to sport your souvenir t-shirt at school the next day.

I was thinking about that as I’m set to check in with Mr. Seger when he plays Saturday Night at the HSBC Arena. At a little more that 30 years, it is the longest gap in seeing an act for me for the second time and made me reflect on the differences in concert going.

I went to the Saturday night Seger show after a group of friends and i pooled our money at the then outrageous price of $9.00 each and connected up at the National Record Mart in Eastern Hills Mall. You either went there or to 210 Delaware depending on who was presenting the show. As there was no online, there was no pre-sales, no fan clubs, just show up, pay your money and you take the ticket that was available. The net effect of this was it caused the minimum wage earning employees of the record store to act like it was they who were special. WE were the ones goin to the show there, biznitch!

For our troubles, we were able to park in the Aud’s main lot (where the Baseball Stadium of many names now stands), where every car top seemingly displayed a case of Miller High Life. Our seats were in the very last row of the oranges, about as high and as far away as you could be and still be in the building, but you were in the building, man!

So, a lot has changed in the intervening years, especially the cost to get in the building. Recent pictures of Bob look like a hybrid of Grizzly Adams and Kenny Rogers, but then again dark nrown is a color my own hair is not. By the same token, I’m looking forward to hearing a few things that haven’t been radio staples as Mr. Seger has never lost his place on the rock radio playlists.

It will just be nice to hear them in person, after all, it’s been a long wait. And yeah, I got a shirt, they were $8 and our history teacher was impressed.

It’s a odd place to be sure, but while playing hall monitor at last night’s professional hockey game, I had plenty of time to mentally wander, observe and generally partake of some excellent people watching. It can be an added source of entertainment in addition to the event that actually is taking place.

It’s funny as I notice for each person at the event, some are actually there for what is taking place and there are almost as many there to be seen at the event. Some wait till the last possible second to look for their seat, thereby missing a good chunk of the first period.

I’m not going to lie, I enjoy beer, but not enough to spend most of the game running up and down the stairs to buy multiple oversized cans of the stuff. Given that seats ain’t cheap, I guess I’d want to get as much value for the dollars that I gots to pay.

It’s funny watching folks come down the stairs to head to concessions or whereever. Everybody, and I mean, everybody comes down, stops in a mini-pose and then proceeds. They stop and look around and then move along. Watch next time you in the high altitude regions.

The opposite of that are the people who come down a hallway and look up into a section trying to find a friend. You think these guys would call each other. I noticed one poor guy (in a Devils jersey) scanning my group, maybe for a familiar face, but chances are if there is a friend up there, you’d have his phone number, jerky!

The home team takes steps to instill a little hockey manners on the attendees. Most folks are pretty good about that. There are a few wisenheimers, who fate didn’t like as there was a ten minute stretch without a whistle and that made a few folks grumble. One guy was riding me about wanting to get to his seat and before I could say anything another fan told him he “should have pissed sooner.”

It cracks me up watching folks strategies at the end of the game. In tonight’s contest, it was basically there, but some folks leave their seats and start to head to the doors to “beat traffic.” Since they stop near my space and keep watching, I can’t help but wonder how much time they are saving. Folks are generally pretty good in leaving, but from the top most folks head to the escalators.

When we get cut loose, I just use the paths between the seats and get out in half the time talking, wait for it, the stairs.

Good things happen.