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The fish was delish and it made quite a dish.

Dirty Dancing...the film

The Year: 1987
The Plot: While at a summer getaway with her family in 1963, Baby falls in love with a dancer named Johnny.
Memorable Quote: Nobody puts Baby in the corner.
Things wrong with the film leaving the word "everything" behind: Baby is 16 years old, Johnny is mid-20's, that's illegal in all 50 states. Baby has no dance experience and learns an advanced routine in less than a week. I guess my biggest beef is the soundtrack. Could anybody tell me why they used songs written in the 80's in a film that takes place in the 60's? She's Like the Wind, (I've Had) The Time of My Life, Hungry Eyes. I just don't get it.

SuperBowl

The SuperBowl nears. In anti-TR fashion I am inviting you to a SuperBowl shindig at my apartment. Come one come all. Bring friends. Above all, bring some sort of SuperBowl food.

It will be later in the evening because I have an Army committment.




When: SuperBowl Sunday. February 5, 2006
Where: Allison's apartment 932 East 700 South #2
Time: 6:00 P.M.
Bring: People and Food

If the time changes I'll keep you posted. If all else fails, we can watch the highlights on Sports Center and SuperBowl comercials on the internet.

Friendly wagers will be accepted. Seattle by 10.

Come for a rippin' good time.

Classic Rock and/or Roll Music

A song by Tommy James and the Shondells has two themes.


Crimson
and

Clover.

Yeah
Now I don't hardly know her
But I think I could love her
Crimson and clover
Ah
When she comes wallking over
I've been waiting to show her
Crimson and clover
Over and over
Yeah
My mind's such a sweet thing
I wanna do everything
What a beautiful feeling
Crimson and clover
Over and over
Crimson and clover
Over and over

If one listened to this song while "high" this is the image that would be forever be ingrained in their mind.

The synthesis of crimson and clover. Or a fractal.

Homer

Bart you wanna see my new chain saw and hockey mask?

Ode to Frosted Mini Wheats in Fat Free Skim Milk

This is my left sided brain's attempt at a right sided activity. Let's see how it turns out.

Oh the Frosted Mini Wheat you are decieving
Wheat and healthiness on one side
Frosting and sugariness on the other...I can't do this.

Turns out I'm not a poet. In middle school I hung out with the pot-smoking (I pass on grass), Kurt Cobain envying, sweater wearing, bad poetry writers so you think it would rub off...it didn't. So I'll just tell you how much I like Frosted Mini Wheats in Fat Free Skim Milk.

They are like the black and white cookie of Seinfeld. The marrying of two great things. It's as if the Fat Free Skim Milk some how makes up for the unhealthiness of the frosting. In my brain I'm doing my body good.

The Apartment

I got home from a doctor's appointment at 3:00. I turned the key to my apartment and walk in. I notice my furnace motor is running but heat isn't coming from the vent. I also notice a slight chill. Crap, furnace is broken. I call the gas company to see if there was a problem there. Nope. Everything ship shape. I call my landlord to explain the situation. I left a voicemail.

Meanwhile, Jermey beckoned me to Soup Tastic Night. Free grub. I high tail it out of my very cold apartment to the Institute. On my way to Soup Tastic Night my landlord's wife called me. Bubba, my landlord, should be over by about 10:00 PM to fix it.

I enjoy Soup Tastic Night then go back to my very cold apartment.

My landlord came over and fixed the problem.

Since I'm renting a condo there is a chance my landlord could sell it. He told me if I ever wanted to buy it I could. He's had offers on it that he and his wife have turned down because they didn't feel good about selling.

Best landlord ever.

Pink Floyd

I got an album entitled Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd. The title song goes a bit like this.

How I wish, How I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls, swimming in a fish bowl, year after year
Running over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears
Wish you were here.

I forgot how much I like Pink Floyd until I heard this song on the radio.

Now, album sleeve art.

Dark Side of the Moon, 1973

Wish You Were Here, 1975

The Wall, 1979

I Laugh

Hehehe.

The Shane Company

I went to the Shane Company on the corner of State Street and 7200 South to get a pearl set. It's a black pearl I won while I was in Hawaii. I went to the pearl counter to see what kind of settings they had.

As I was looking, I was expecting one of the jewerly salesmen...excuse me...salespersons to ask me if I needed help. Mr. Shane, in his oh so monotone voice, boasts about how the Shane Company has the best customer service of any jewlery store. To my surprize, three salesmen...excuse me...salespersons walked by me. Not one of them offered me assistance.

Finally a salesmen...excuse me...salesperson stopped and said, "Are you being helped?"

"No," I said. My tone of voice: annoyed.

A setting for a pearl costs $40. An engagement ring can cost up to and sometimes more than $4,000.

Is this why I was being overlooked? Is this what the direct diamond importer would want from his salesmen...excuse salespersons?

I'm boycotting the Shane Company.

Playin' Army

I'm in the Utah Army National Guard. The Citizen Solder. Defender of freedom. Sworn to uphold the Constitution of the United States. All those comercials say, "Most serve their country one weekend a month and two weeks a year." (Allison giggles) "Most." They should change it to "few." Afghanistan was the longest weekend of my life. Glance up at the title of this entry. Is it a game? Are we pretending? Naw. It's for real. It's an expression. When I go "Play Army" (a la Chris Farley, Tommy Boy), I get into my uniform, stand in formation like a tin soldier then fix trucks or make coffee or push paperwork.

Explination. This is my gear...with balloon animals.

Explination. Me on a Chinook helicopter with my gear on...no balloon animals.

Explination. Me with my gear on playing patty cake with the girls of a small village in Afghanistan...no balloon animals.

Explination. 31OCT2004. I was a civilian. That is my M16A2 Rifle. We went trick-or-treating.

A New Breed of Human Being, The Celebutante

Paris Hilton has a date for January 17th. She won't be partying her life away like all her other dates. She has been charged with slander and harassment by another celebutante, Zeta Graff.

Graff stated that Hilton tried to choke her, verbally threatened her life (as if the choking wasn't a clue) and tried to tear a diamond necklace off her neck.

It is also aledged that Hilton made false statements to the New York Post about Graff in a story that was published last summer.

Graff is also accusing Hilton of perjuring herself while testifying at a deposition. She is seeking damages of $10 million.

Okay, now that the serious stuff is over...let us talk as if these were two normal people. Wait, they're not normal. They live in a world that doesn't exist.

Slander. If the jury finds Hilton guilty of slander they could charge her father to pay more money to Graff. Harassment is the same, more money.

Perjury is different. You could serve jail time for that. Up to 20 years if convicted. We'd love to see Paris in that bright orange, non flattering, California prison issue jumpsuit but we all know that isn't going to happen.

I think it's unfair for millions of dollars to be changing hands because Hilton is a less than steller human being. If I sued my sister for every time she said, "I'm gonna kill you," I'd be tied up in court for the rest of my immortal life.

(Soapbox, gone)

We all wish Paris a happy and speedy recovery from her eating disorder and drug use.

Eating Disorder

Lindsay Lohan admited in a Vanity Fair article that she is struggling with Bulimia (she can read minds). The issue hits newsstands Wednesday...yesterday...I think.

The actress stated, "I saw SNL after I [hosted] it. My arms were disgusting. I had no arms." Friends and loved ones staged an intervention.

Later she stated, "I knew I had a problem, but I couldn't admit it."

Rumors swirled around Lohan and her increasingly waning frame. She dismissed them.

She was also placed under hospital treatment for a severe asthma attack.

Allison's opinion. Eating disorders are a serious thing. Ms. Lohan's illness should have been treated sooner. Hello, family and friends, the intervention should have come about 6 months ago when her dress size was a -12, rather than when her lungs colapse due to lack of nourshment. Isn't this how Terri Schiavo ended up in a coma?

Sleep

Sleep is for the birds.

I can't sleep.

Dating VI

I'm giving up. Not "Happiness is a Warm Gun" giving up. Just giving up. I can't be interested in a guy. He just says no. I was talking to a friend of mine. The interaction went a little something like this:

"So (insert name here) got called into work so I had to find a date. I was supposed to hang out with (insert other name here) but I was foolish. Let's just say he's 18 and lives with his parents. It's hard for me to find a date. Sometimes I even call guys a week in advance, 'Hey, next week I'm (insert fun activity here). Would you like to hang out?' The answer, inevitably, 'Sorry...can't.' or, 'I'm washing my hair.' or 'That sounds like fun if it was something I actually wanted to do.'"

Bewilderment upon his face then his reply, "That sucks."

I think he wanted to say, "You can't get a date? How is that possible?"

If this was a parallel universe where men actually paid attention to me those previous statements would mean more.

Allison's opinion. Please, for the love of all that is holy, be honest. It saves my self esteem which is soaring oh so high right now.

Rejection, thy name is men.