Tuesday, August 19, 2008


So I just got back from a little trip to Boston. I'd never been there before. It's a pretty neat place. Lots of history. While I was there I had this ongoing joke in my head about running around screaming hysterically, "THE RED COATS ARE COMING!!!" just to see if that still gets any sort of reaction in bean town. I don't know. It was probably WAY funnier in my head. I bet no one would even care now if the red coats were coming. Kind of sad, really. We were passing through the park and we saw these red coats. They were marching nobly through the park, so we followed them. They were encouraging people to follow them. But then I realized that it's actually probably a horrible idea to follow a big group of red coats. I bet they were leading us straight to some big trap. These people may seem benign now, but they still have a score to settle. So luckily we didn't follow them long before we came to our senses and moved on.

Saturday, August 16, 2008

Does Michael Phelps Have A Dad?

Does Michael Phelps have a dad??

Monday, August 11, 2008

Don't Waste Utah

Maybe some of you who grew up in Utah, or at least lived in Utah in the 80s would remember the clever ad campaign, "Don't Waste Utah", in which this hottie and his dog single-handedly fought the good fight against litter bugs on our remote Utah highways? Well these commercials left a lasting impression on me. I probably do a lot of foolish things to destroy the environment and I don't always make the effort to offset my carbon footprint, but you can believe I NEVER litter!

Well, unfortunately my hoon-mate wasn't raised in Utah. She's from Arizona. Apparently in Arizona the ad campaign down there was something more like, "If There's Something In Your Car That You Don't Want In There, Don't Just Leave It Till You Get To A Gas Station, Throw It Out The Window." And maybe there was some comparable hottie and his dog, driving down the remote highways of AZ getting annoyed by cups and garbage in the car and throwing them out the window? I don't know.

So obviously there's a story that goes along with this diatribe. The other day we went up to beautiful Bear Lake. We swam in the cool clear blue waters. We napped upon the sandy beaches. Ahhhh... When we left my hoon-mate decided that she needed to try one of the famous Bear Lake raspberry milkshakes. Pretty good idea. The little place was so crowded and slow, so she just ate it in the car as we drove home. Well, she got to the point where she'd enjoyed as much of that shake as she cared to enjoy. I was sitting in the backseat. I wasn't sure what was going on, but she rolled down her window, reached over for something, and next thing I know, she threw that milkshake out the window and onto that remote, pristine northern Utah highway. She said she felt bad, but she didn't know what to do with it. I guess it would have been foolish to just leave it in the cup holder until we got to a gas station. Or at least waited until we got to Wyoming to throw it out?

I don't know. I guess, Who am I to judge? She wasn't raised the same way as me. She didn't know any better...

Saturday, August 9, 2008

Aug 9th

Just wanted to say... I miss Jerry. Still. Even after all these years. Yes, I'm a hippie. I'm not ashamed.

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

No Offense But...

I don't think motorcycles are cool. Hardly at all. Well, maybe a little bit. But for how deadly and dangerous they are, the coolness of them does not compare. It kind of annoys me when people on motorcycles weave through traffic on the freeway and ride down the shoulder or between lanes when there's a traffic jam, and then they complain that we need to "start seeing motorcycles". Kinda ridic if you think about it. And I have no evidence for saying this, but I think they probably lower sperm count...