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Thursday, December 09, 2004

A RECIPE

How to make an ice cream sundae, à la m:

Ingredients:

Ice Cream, Vanilla
Chocolate Sauce
Peanut Butter (preferably the all-natural, nuttin' but smashed peanuts and salt stuff)

Place 3 large scoops of ice cream in a bowl. Dollop 6-10 Tablespoons of peanut butter over the top of the ice cream. Drizzle the peanut butter and ice cream liberally with chocolate sauce.

Enjoy.

This is my uncle Phil's recipe. He went to college for like, forever, and then he became a dairy farmer. And then after like 20 years of dairy farming, he went to college again forever. And now he's a lawyer. I was staying at his house once, helping him milk and build fence and stuff. I was probably like 8. One evening, he started digging out stuff for ice cream sundaes. I laughed when he offered me peanut butter for my sundae. When I told him I'd never had peanut butter on ice cream before, he looked at me with a mixture of bewilderment, sympathy, and incredulity.

Uh. I'ma make me one of those right now. It's true what they say about lack of sleep making you eat more. I seem to have lost 2 lbs. in the last few weeks, anyway.

-m




MOSTLY RAWK

Good albums (for those who like rawk music, and are interested in new things - some aren't actually new, but..):

Good News for People Who Love Bad News, by Modest Mouse
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, the soundtrack, especially the Beck and ELO tracks
Bows and Arrows, by The Walkmen
Pour Another Drink, by Honcho Overload

My guilty pleasure, of late, has been The Instigator, the solo album by Rhett Miller (of Old 97's). Poppy as hell, even bordering on potentially MTV-ish. Heck, for all I know, it is on MTV. I still like it.

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You know what sucks? Spending $700 on a 13-year old car, and still having about $400 more of work that is almost critical, plus at least that much again of things that ought to be done. Man. I can't wait until there aren't cars anymore.

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I'll believe the Laramie Kreg Viesselman date in January when I see his funny little bearded person sitting before me in The Gardens. He tricked us once before..Also, I think that spot previously said he would be in Casper or something on that date. I think the dates and places listed on that site are entirely arbitrary and bear no relationship to reality.

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"What's so great about the Barrier Reef,
and what's so fine about art,
and what's so good about a Good Times Van,
when you're working on a broken
working on a broken
working on a broken man."

-from Barrier Reef, off Too Far To Care by Old 97's - my favorite Old 97's album, and one of my top 10, all-time, rawk albums (maybe).

-m




FIT AS A FIDDLE..

Well, we finally got our results from the health screening we took awhile back (I still have the bruise in my arm from where they stabbed me with the needle).

It appears as though I am awesome (or aweseom):

HDL "Good Cholesterol" - 63 (Which is higher than the recommended range - more is better, right?)
LDL "Bad Cholesterol" - 81
Total Cholesterol - 159

Everything else is pretty much in the recommended range, except I have high total iron, high transferrin saturation, high total bilirubin, high ALT-SGPT (whatever the hell that is), and low unbound IBC..

I don't know what any of that means. For now, I will just assume that it means I am a perfect specimen of humankind, and continue my strict regimen of sitting on my ass doing GIS, eating lots of eggs, bacon, sausage, butter, and pizza, enjoying at least one serving of whisky, wine, beer, gin, or brandy each day, copious amounts of strong coffee, and sleeping an average of about 4 hours/night.

In fact, I think I'ma go fix me a fried egg sammich right now...

Damn. No bread. OK, fried egg sammich sans bread.

-m




E-BUSINESS..

If anyone is struggling to come up with a great, albeit pricey, X-mas gift for me, this this sheet, containing lyrics for a song on the upcoming Eels album, handwritten by E, wouldn't be a bad choice.

-m




Wednesday, December 08, 2004

ZOOS - AND WHY I DON'T LIKE THEM..

Do you ever feel like we should just stop fucking with gorillas and putting them in zoos and stuff? If not, read this and you might change your mind.

I'm just not a fan of zoos, in general. Even zoos like Yellowstone.

-m




TRACKERS AND FORTUNE COOKIES

I keep track of visits to my blog by monitoring the embedded trackers I have about twice per week. I got a new one recently. It not only records visits to this blog, but also to which entry someone is directed by Google or Yahoo or whatever. My most popular entry, to date, is as follows:

Friday, June 06, 2003


WARNING!!! THIS PAGE CONTAINS NO JAMAICAN OR PERUVIAN PORN, WHATSOEVER

So these are all searches people did on Google, Yahoo, MSN or some other search that led them to my blog. Suddenly, it's all about the Jamaican porn..and dog-pimp costumes..

-"Jamaican porn movies"
-"jamaican porn" (twice)
-"jamaican porn industry"
-"jamaican nights"
-"jamaican porn" (again)
-"jamaican themed graphics"
-"pimp costume for your dog ebay"

-m

# posted by m @ 6/6/2003 10:26:29 PM


(I think I'm looking at another banner day, now..)

Dog pimp costumes?!?

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The other day, I found a fortune in my coat pocket. From a fortune cookie. It reads: "Quality counts and you've got it." I can't remember where I got this one - I have a tendency to keep these things and stick them to my wall - but I remember I got it when I was reading Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance.

Serendipity. I laughed (privately, so as not to have to explain), when I got that one. After old Pirsig goes on for 400 pages about QUALITY®, here, wrapped in a concoction of egg whites, sugar, salt, butter, flour, and vanilla, is a small slip of white paper informing me that whatever the Christ it is, I have it. Splendid.

Trusting in the serendipitous splendor of the World Wide Web, I enter the lucky numbers, from said fortune, into a Google Image search. I find:



An image of Dale. Which is somewhat appropriate for this time o' year, since, when we were very little tykes, my sister and I would play this silly little game where we would hide this decrepit old Dale (or maybe it was Chip) Christmas tree ornament somewhere in the tree and make the other one find it.

I also find:

An adorable picture of a massive female Czech weightlifter:



Some weird brick game picture that spells out "2-1-3," which was the number of my freshman dorm room:



And...well...whatever this is:



-m




Tuesday, December 07, 2004

ITCH..

Is someone talking about me? Because my nose has been itching something fierce all morning. I may have to drop out of college so I can devote all my time to scratching it.

-m




Crap.

-m




Monday, December 06, 2004

BOWMAN..

Now this is fun! Especially if you go into settings and add "Wall" and "Wind."

-m




THE LIGHTS..

So...I'm still satisfied with Rhapsody. Among the things it has enabled me to do: Listen to the "new" Nirvana music on With the Lights Out. There are some pretty good songs there...Mrs. Butterworth is fairly humorous. There are some songs on there that I had only ever heard when the radio station from Lincoln (B104? - I forget which one, now) used to have an indie-type music show in the evenings. I've always liked Pay to Play, which is just the song Stay Away, with obvious lyrical changes. Something that baffles me about Rhapsody: The only song available off Nevermind (from the myriad of great songs - Smells Like Teen Spirit, Come As You Are, Lithium, In Bloom, Something in the Way, Breed, Polly), is Territorial Pissings. OK.

Fun to hear one of the biggest rock bands of my generation sounding about as polished as Fairly Crass.

Beefs with Rhapsody:

1. They don't have Broken Toy Shop, by E
2. No Fairly Crass
3. Still no Epoxies
4. Black Sea, by XTC...not available

-m




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