The Main Dish: January 2006

Monday, January 30, 2006

Pasta Fiasco 2006

So lately I have decided that I really need to start doing more meal planning and making actual supper instead of resorting to fast food (as I shake my fist at the MacDonald's way too convieniently located 1/2 a block from my apartment) or Kraft dinner.

So, Saturday, I do my big trip to the grocery store and stock up on all the items I need to make this pasta recipe I found. "I'll just whip this up on Sunday afternoon," I think. Easy as pie. Or so I think. The first sign that things were going wrong was the huge amount of spinach required. It took me about half an hour to tear all the stems off.

Hours after starting, I was still in the kitchen, now with a ginormous bowl of sauce (like I am talking the bowl that I usually make bread it). I had enough to feed an army! And nowhere to put any of it. My freezer is full to capacity. Why? Because of other cooking fiascos much like this one. I get the urge to cook. I make outrageous amounts of food. I am just one small person, so I don't even make a dent in it. I put it all in the freezer and never touch it again until I go on another cooking spree and I have to throw out the old food to make room for the new food and the cycle continues. This time, I was smart. No storage for me. I brought a huge tub of sauce over to my sisters. Let her deal with it!

Anyway, in the end, the food tasted ok. It was more just the feeling of helplessness I felt when looking at a 20 L tub of pasta sauce! Lesson learned. Next time half the recipe. Or just go to MacD's. And by the way...I don't want to hear any "woman in the kitchen where she belongs and so much for feminism" jokes -- it would be way to obvious.

Friday, January 27, 2006

Sarchasm

So I got an email the other day telling me that every year the Washington Post has a contest where readers are asked to supply alternate definitions for common words or to take any word from the dictionary alter it by adding, subtracting, or changing one letter, and supply a new definition. My favorite is sarchasm. This is one of those things you read and wish that it had been you that came up with it.

Sarchasm (n): The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the person who doesn't get it.

Pure genius.

In other news, I finally got around to borrowing that Super Nintendo from Ryan. Bring on the Dr. Mario! Whoo hoo! I think part of Saturday will have to be dedicated to hooking it up...that and the printer that sat in a box in my office for weeks and is now sitting (still in the box) on my bedroom floor. Or maybe I'll just wait till next Thursday so that instead of messing with my tv, the techies will have something else to occupy their time!

Song of the Moment: School's Out by Alice Cooper

Thursday, January 26, 2006

A Woman Needs a Man Like A Fish Needs a Bicycle

Yes, Singles Awareness Day (aka the Black Day of Death) is rapidly approaching. Some of you may know it as Valentines Day, but I prefer to celebrate SAD. When you stop and think about it, is Valentines Day worth celebrating even when you are part of a couple? Do we really need a commercial holiday to express our love to people?

Really, Valentines Day ends up being miserable for almost everyone. Have you ever seen the hoards of men in the Valentine card aisle on actual Valentines Day? This is not something that is planned well in advance for most men (Ben and Ryan excluded of course). Most are just picking something up at the last minute so that their woman can't give them a hard time. Men mostly just find the whole day a hassle or an expectation to live up to. Most women end up disappointed, because they are the ones with grand expectations of romance and the significant others who are part of the last minute hoard. Meanwhile, single people just spend the whole day feeling left out while they watch other people get presents.

Discrimination against the singles - that is all it is! So, in rebellion against Valentines Day, this year I suggest you join me in celebrating Singles Awareness Day! Mostly this involves buying yourself chocolate and not sharing it with anyone! No expectations, no disappointment and chocolate galore.

To start getting into the spirit of this festive day, I plan to compile a selection of Singles Awareness music. Suggestions for bitter/anti-love songs are welcome! I'll post a few of the ideas I have already to get the creative juices flowing. :o)

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

He is a Wild Party

Or he may as well go for a soda. Ok people. You asked for it, so here it is. Recognize this guy? His house had the biggest patio. He likes to call this hairdo hockey hair, but since he never played hockey, there is no way to escape that it was just a plain old mullet. An 80s mullet in all its glory. Also, please notice the rockin Kim Mitchell t-shirt (if the gratuitous use of Kim Mitchell song lyrics didn't already tip you off). Please note that I will not be held responsible for any taunting or mockery resulting from this post. Let the comments begin!

Love is a Burning Thing...

Last night I went to see Walk the Line, the movie based on the story of Johnny Cash's life. This was a great movie - it had drama, humour, good music. I especially loved the part where Johnny asks June Carter to marry him saying that he thinks it is the right time. June responds that he is wrong. "It is not the right time. It is not even quarter to the right time." Classic. I think I even have to say that I like Reese Witherspoon's country voice better than the real June Carter's. Oh, another key line is when Elvis says to Johnny "want some chili fries." Anyway, definitely worth a watch. For a biographical film, this one gets 4.5 out of 5 cookies.

Song of the Moment: Ring of Fire - can't get it out of my head....

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Dish Gets Prepared

Earlier in the month, Dish and Caroline were discussing the fact that Dish discovered over Christmas that she can still fit into the girl guide uniform she wore when she was eleven. Dish still hasn’t decided whether this is an entirely positive discovery.

In any case, the topic turned to how Dish was a stellar girl guide who even earned her all-round cord and how she then went on to earn all of her Personal Progress medallions in Young Women’s. What a little goal setter she was! From this conversation, Dish realized that she used to set an abundance of goals back in the day but really hasn’t had any truly measurable goals that don't involve vague things like "graduate from university" (completed a few times over) or "make a Tetris blanket" (still in progress) since that time.

So, for this year, Dish has decided to once again attempt be a dedicated goal setter. Given that Dish's church and the Canadian government both advocate having a 72-hour emergency kit, she has decided that this year she will work on getting one together and on starting food storage using information obtained from the Charlottetown Branch Relief Society via her dearest mother. She also vows that this year she will FINALLY finish the Tetris blanket.

Apparently, one of the keys to successfully accomplishing goals is to tell other people about them, so here we go. Dish will give a report each month of items purchased, cost, etc. to see just how well this goes over the course of the year and how prepared she feels at the end of it. :o)

Emergency Kit Requirements for January

Matches - Dish purchased two boxes of 250 matches each for a bargain price of $1.99.
Candles - Dish purchased five glow bright candles for $1.50 plus a candle holder (seemed only logical) for $1.00
Lighters - Dish purchased 3 Bic mini lighters for $3.28 (she figures that if she has 500 matches, she should be ok in terms of lighting a fire.
Toothpaste - Dish purchased one tube of Crest with Scope for $2.00.
Toothbrush - Dish got a free toothbrush this month at the dentist (!) and floss as well. Dish is wondering why floss is not on this list. It is very important, especially for people with braces.
Comb - Dish had a spare one.
Brush - Dish bought a spare brush for $3.00 (thank you Dollarama)
Mirror - $1.29
Rubber Bands - Dish is still wondering about this. It’s on the list near the hair supplies. So is she supposed to include hair elastics? All-purpose elastics? What are these elastics supposed to be used for? She threw in a couple of hair elastics since she had them already. Surely, if an elastic is needed, any sort of elastic will do. If McGyver could make it work, then so can Dish.
Can opener - $2.97
Knife - Again Dish is confused. What kind of knife? What will Dish be doing with said knife in any given emergency? Will she need it to cut rope? Kill zombie enemies? Who knows. Dish threw her Swiss Army knife purchased in Switzerland in there since she can't keep it in on her key chain anymore as it may get confiscated at the airport. Also, she figured for safety purposes it is best not to have an open blade loose in your kitbag.

Total - $17.03

Food Storage Requirements for January

Powdered milk - Dish hemmed and hawed over this one. What on earth is she going to do with powered milk in the event that no emergency situation arises? The recommended amount for one adult for one year is 17 pounds. 17 pounds?! That seems like a lot of powdered milk. In the end, Dish bought a 1.5 kg bag. So, if 17 lbs = approximately 7.7 kg and that is good for 365 days, Dish calculates she can now remain osteoporosis-free in an emergency for about 71 days. Cost - $16.49

Hand/bath soap - Dish bought a 950 mL container of antibacterial soap for $2.33 and threw in about four bars of regular soap that she already had. Granted, Dish does not really ever use bar soap, since she is more of a shower gel kind of girl, but in an emergency, she is willing to give it a try.

Total - $18.82

Grand Total for the month - $35.85 (plus tax on some items). Not too shabby.

So, there we have January’s attempt at becoming more prepared/self-sufficient. Oh wait. Apparently, Dish is also supposed to set aside $20 in small bills and coins for emergency use, bringing the actual grand total for the month up to $55.85.

Stayed tuned for more exciting monthly updates to come! ;o)

Monday, January 23, 2006

Should I Have Been a Man??

Ok. That title is potentially (actually make that definitely) asking for trouble, but apparently studies have shown that men are more sarcastic than women and that women are more prone to using sarcasm to cut another female out of a conversation or social circle. I can't ever recall sarcastically eliminating anyone from my social circle, but how is it that I am female and yet sarcasm is my main mode of communication? I am the exception to the rule? Am I a product of my environment? I have four sisters, so it must not have been my home environment. Do I have too many male friends? Growing up I spent my time with guys who would fight over the pronounciation of brand names. Is Nike pronounced Nike like Ike or Nikeeee? Adeedas or Aaadeedaas? This is what I had to deal with. Argument for argument's sake. Would this have contributed to sarcasm?

Ladies, also please note that when a guy does something for you, you thank him and he says "no problem" or "any time", really he is trying to dominate you and show off his alpha-maleness. Is there no way to escape the overarching ideological structures of our patriarchal society?!! They show up everywhere and are oh so subtle.

Speaking of our patriarchal society, it is time again to start delving into some feminist literature, as is my tradition every year as we approach the black day of death, also known as Singles Awareness Day (S.A.D.). More on this topic later.

For now, I leave you with a fabulous quote from the Simpson's Comic Book Guy: "A sarcasm detector, that's a real useful invention" (sarcasm detector then explodes). Oh and also with a link to Eric Conveys an Emotion, the source of the fabulous picture. This web site cracks me up. Too many funny pictures to list, but I have to give an honourable mention to Hamster in Underpants, which makes me laugh out loud every time.

Sunday, January 22, 2006

Slippery When Wet

I just had to laugh at this headline in the Globe and Mail: Bon Jovi finds Hamilton airport slippery when wet. Apparently poor Bon Jovi's private plane skidded off the runway at the Hamilton Airport. Ah Bon Jovi. Ah Slippery When Wet. So many memories. This was the very first album I have ever owned that was all mine and not just mine to share with my sisters. I got it for my birthday in grade 6 and I could probably still sing along to every word even now. This was in the good old days when Bon Jovi had all that long rocker hair. I mean look at that picture! Is there anything to match true 80s rocker hair?! Apparently Slippery When Wet is still one of the six best-selling hard rock or heavy metal albums ever. Very impressive. And let's not forget that it also boasts the song Livin' on a Prayer, the in-depth lyric analysis of which can be found here.

Can Anyone Be Truly Good?

This weekend I watched the movie Millions. Too cute. Fox Searchlight Pictures offers the following description: "Starting anew after the death of their mother, 9-year-old Anthony is ever practical, while his 7-year-old brother Damian uses imagination, fantasy and faith to make sense of his confusing world. When a suitcase full of money falls out of the sky at Damian's feet, it sets them on the adventure of a lifetime that leads them to the realization that true wealth has nothing to do with money."

The thing I liked best about this movie was when Damian gets all the money, he is doing his best to give it to people in need. There are Mormon missionaries living in his neighbourhood and he anonymously leaves them piles of money by pushing it through their mail slot. Later, when the police are investigating, they go to the missionaries' home and ask them about all of their new purchases, which include a foot spa and dishwasher. The missionaries tell them that someone left them the money and that they thought it was in answer to their prayers. The police officer asks them if they prayed specifically for a foot bath and one of the missionaries responds that no, they did not, but that they prayed for comfort and encouragement and now that they had the foot spa, they felt comforted and encouraged. Too funny. Or maybe it is just funnier to me because it is poking fun at my religion.

Anyway, the point is that this was a great movie. I give it 4.5 out of 5 cookies. You should definitely see it!

Song of the Moment: Rose Coloured Glasses by Blue Rodeo

Friday, January 20, 2006

I Want Free Chicken

A few weekends back I hit the KFC on Saint Laurent looking for a tasty post-movie snack. After all the television hype, I decided I would try the new Snacker. Granted, I am a bit confused about what happened to the Snackwich. Is the Snacker really just the Snackwich but in a new more oblong shaped bun? Why did it have to be replaced? "Not to worry," I thought to myself, "I am adventurous and willing to try new things." So, the Snacker it was. What I was promised (and this is exact wording): A juicy, 100% white meat chicken fillet made fresh and placed on a soft sesame seed kaiser bun. What I ended up eating (well, not eating was more like it) was pretty much a decroded piece of crap. No juicy succulent chicken, only some rock hard breaded mystery substance. I was not impressed to say the least. Generally, when things like this happen to me, I rant and rave and get it out of my system but do not actually take action. This time, I used the handy feedback form and told KFC exactly what I thought of their Snacker. Well, I didn't use the term decroded piece of crap, but probably I should have. A few hours later, I got an email from some unknown asking me where purchased the aforementioned crap and saying that if I would give them the location where this tragic chicken incident occurred they would "investigate my claim." It has been weeks now and now more information has been forthcoming. Investigate my claim? If I, a long time lover of all greasy foods, said your chicken was crap, then it was crap. The least you can do is send me a few coupons or something. What ever happened to the good old days when you complained and companies actually cared?! When they would do something about it?! This is almost as bad as the time that I wrote to Empire Theatres about something (can't remember what now) and some punk wrote me back and addressed me as "u". Excuse me but it is very unprofessional to call someone you don't know "u" without the "yo", especially in business dealings. When the rant gets sidetracked, it is usually time to wrap it up. I just send out one final plea to the Colonel...give me free chicken!!!!!

It's Love and Murder at First Sight!

This week's movie nite featured the Alfred Hitchock film North by Northwest, circa 1959. In it, an advertising executive (Cary Grant) is mistaken for a spy and is pursued across the country while he looks for a way to survive.

Overall, I quite enjoyed this movie. Action, adventure and lots of cheese. I was dead tired and I didn't even fall asleep, so that has to say something in its favour. I even managed to acquire a new and fabulous pick-up line for use when travelling: "It's going to be a long night and I don't particularly like the book I've started. You know what I mean?"

This movie gets 4 out of 5 cookies. Good pick Ben!

As a side note, in accordance with the song, Duncan Williams really is the man. Chivalry is a key quality of "being the man" unless we are talking "the man" as in sticking it to the man, but I am getting off topic. Anyway, I just thought it was super nice of him to offer me his chair for the movie and thought he deserved a blog mention. Thanks Duncan!

Thursday, January 19, 2006

Today's Beef

What's up with people (I won't name any names) who claim to be your friend and then tell you that their time is valuable and so they don't want to show up at movie nite at 7:30 p.m. if the movie is not really going to start till 8 p.m. Is it that bad to spend an extra half hour in my company? Sheesh.

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

AAAAAAAAAAACK!

Since I was home sick today, I just started watching a show called The 4400 on dvd. This show is fabulous. I watched the entire first season and I am hooked. The only problem is that there are no more seasons on dvd yet!! What am I supposed to do now? It ended on a cliffhanger and now I have to wait heavens knows how long before I can find out what happens next!!! AARGH! Anyway, for anyone who likes sci-fi, this is a fabulous watch. Basic plot outline is that over the years many different people are "abducted" - a big ray of light shines down and takes them away. Years later, all 4400 of them are returned to earth, exactly as they were when they left, but with no recollection of where they have been. The show follows two Home Security agents as they try to find out what happened to these people and the stories of individual returnees and how their lives are going as they try to reintegrate into society. You gotta watch it!

No Shoes Please

A useless train of thought for today...I find it funny how the American way is to leave your shoes on inside the house, while us Canadians are always removing are shoes at the door. Why is this? I never understood the philosophy of leaving your shoes on. Isn't the whole point of having shoes to keep your feet clean when you are outside? Why then would you want to track all that dirt in? Is it because here in Canada we get more crazy snowy, messy weather? But what about the people who live in Maine and other such places? They get snow too! When I was growing up, I had a friend whose father was American. They never took their shoes off at his place. Even in the dead of winter they would just walk all through the house with their shoes on - carpet not withstanding. I just don't get it. The first few times I went over, I removed my shoes to be polite and ended up getting my socks all wet because everyone else was tramping around in boots. Why clean up extra mess when you don't have to? I just don't get it.

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

Rubik's Cube Meets Trailer Park Boys

Well, actually the two have nothing to do with each other except for the fact that both were in news articles that caught my attention. First, the Rubik's cube. As a child of the 80s, I can appreciate the fun and torment that was the Rubik's cube. Apparently, this weekend a world record was set when a 20-year old guy solved the cube in 11.3 seconds. Read more details here. What really "puzzles" me about this scenario is the prize he was offered. A Rubik's Snake Puzzle. What did that run them? $20? The guy solves a puzzle that drove people to the brink of insanity or at least to cheating by taking all the stickers off and solving the puzzle that way in record time and they give him another puzzle as a prize? What ever happened to the good old days when useless skills could win you cold hard cash and other valuable prizes (emphasis on valuable)? Anyway, that's all I have to say about that.

In other news, the Trailer Park Boys will be hosting the East Coast Music Awards this year, which are being held in none other than my very own home town. Read more about it here. Notice that Jonovision, who was actually born in Charlottetown, is not one of the hosts. What's up with that? Too good for his roots now or did they just not ask him to participate? :o)

Monday, January 16, 2006

Upper Canada Puts the Kibosh on Garlic Fingers

This past summer I took a trip to Perth, Ontario, as part of my Big Things Quest. (Side note: This quest involves finding over-sized, tacky road side attractions and having my picture taken with them. I got the idea from this site: http://www.bigthings.ca/.) Anyhoo, off I went to Perth in search of a mammoth cheese, built to commemorate the world's biggest cheddar, which was built for the 1893 Chicago World's Fair. Much to my chagrin, I arrived in Perth only to discover that they had dismantled this historic artifact. Just as I was cursing a wasted trip to a town that really doesn't have anything else to see, to my utter delight I discovered that the town of Perth houses a Pizza Delight. Now my Maritime connections will understand that Pizza Delight is home of the most delicious garlic fingers - a delicacy that I have been unable to find here in upper Canada. It consists of pizza dough covered in garlic, cheese and sometimes bacon bits; it is often eaten with donair sauce. Sounds simple, but it is ever so tasty. Well, this weekend, I was in Perth again, for a planned visit to Pizza Delight. To my horror, I discovered that I just got in under the wire. As of today, they are changing the Pizza Delight to some other new restaurant with a whole different menu. Why is Ontario so against the garlic finger? Just when I finally find a place way closer than the Maritimes to satisfy my craving, they have to snatch it out of my grasp. And what is wrong with the people of Perth? First they got rid of the mammoth cheese, then the garlic fingers!!!! Is there even any reason to go there any more? Not from my point of view. This is one tourist they will not see again.

Song of the Moment: Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want by the Smiths

Friday, January 13, 2006

Taxes Were Here Even Before Stew...

Ah the Government. Source and bane of my existence. My current beef is with the Canada Customs and Revenue Agency. Last year, like a good little citizen, I filed my tax return. Well, the nice tax man actually filed it, but that is beside the point. Everything should be peachy keen, right? Oh no, nuh, na no! Months later I receive a notice in the mail telling me that I am being audited and that I must send in my receipts (curses upon e-filing). I do so. They send me a letter saying all is well. Except they lied! Just before Christmas I got another letter telling me that they reviewed my return again and that now I owe them about $200 and that if I don't pay it before December 27, interest will begin to accumulate. Again, like a good little citizen, I mail my cheque. Then, on Monday, I get a notice from our good friends at CCRA stating that since I have not paid the money I owe on my income tax, they are transferring my GST cheque to themselves. Well, I never! Upon further investigation, even though I mailed the cheque before Christmas, they did not bother to get around to processing it until January 5. So, despite the fact that they don't even have time to cash the cheque before their own deadline, I would still have had to pay interest?! Also turns out that the day they processed the cheque was the very same day that they decided to claim my GST money as their own. Bah. So, I try to contact CCRA using the convenient 1-800 number provided. The line is busy. For two days, I try and try to call. No answering machine. No automated service. No nothing. Only a busy signal. I try to be inventive. I go to the web site to try to find the number for the Ottawa regional office. It is not listed and the site specifically states that the regional office will not deal with my questions. What is the use of a local office if they can't help you with your tax problems?! I decide instead that I'll just send them an email. No. That won't work either. You can send them an email but not regarding tax questions, only to give them feedback about their web site. In a fit of rage, I send them an email telling them that I have been trying to contact them for days and that their phone line is always busy. To anger me further, they send me an automatically generated reply stating that they will not respond to my email but that I should be assured that someone will review my comments. It is now Day 5!!!! Still only the busy signal. Does CCRA only have one employee answering the phone? Is there just one lonely phone in an empty cube that they keep off the hook while they laugh about all the suckers who are trying to get in touch with them? And what about Service Canada? I thought the whole reason that Service Canada was formed was to incorporate all the areas of government that provide services to the public and make them accessible in one place!!! The only place I can get any service from CCRA for my question is in Shawinigan! (Btw, does that seem suspiciously like the work of Jean Chrétien?) I WANT MY MONEY BACK! And I will get it, even if i have to spend every penny of it going to Shawinigan to get it. Improved government services my arse. Hmmph.

Song of the Moment: Money (That's What I Want) by the Flying Lizards

Ya wanna learn how to shoot, Bub?

So last night's movie was Day of the Dead. I have to say, I didn't enjoy this movie as much as I thought I would. Part of what I love about the old horror movies is the cheesy dialogue. This one was truly lacking in that department. Really, you could even argue that there was no dialogue. Mostly it was one string of curse words after another. I guess that's what happens when society degenerates. One scene worthy of note: Bub, the zombie that the researchers are trying to socialize, shoots down one of the military men and then salutes him as he lies dying. That was cheesy goodness at its best. One question I have to ask: Did anyone else find that there were similarities between the Lenny and Carl from the Simpsons and John (the pilot) and McDermott (the alcoholic)? Or was that just me? Also interesting was the after-movie conversation about what would be your weapon of choice should the dead truly take over the world. I think we need to work on that solar-panel-run chainsaw philosophy or we will be the first to die. Overall, this movie gets 2.5 out of 5 cookies.

Song of the Moment: Duncan Williams, He's the Man by Ryan Palmer (it's stuck in my head!!!!)

Thursday, January 12, 2006

Day of the Dead

Playing tonight at théatre Trish:

Day of the Dead (1985) - Once again, the dead have their day.

This is part 3 of the Night of the Living Dead flicks. In it, a small group of military officers and scientists dwell in an underground bunker as the world above is overrun by zombies.

Quotes to listen for:

"I'll set us down. But I won't leave my seat and I'll keep the engine running. Now the first sign of trouble, I'm going up. If you ain't on board when that happens, you're likely to have a lousy afternoon."

Rocker Dish?

I have always wanted to be a true rocker chick and not just a poser who looks great in an AC/DC tanktop and black leather jacket. Thus, I decided that I would learn to play the guitar. Well, so far, not so good. I have in my possession a guitar and a book with all the chords. Last night, I decided to teach myself to play. It started out ok. I managed to get the guitar tuned. I figure this is a good first step! Then, the attempt to learn a C chord. Well, I can put my fingers in the right place and when I play each string separately, everything sounds fine. But, when I try to play all the strings together, somehow I end up with that dull bad vibrating stringy sound. What am I doing wrong? Am I not pushing hard enough on the strings? There was practically blood flowing out of them! Are my fingers too fat? Do they interfere with the playing? I doubt that the solution to fat guitar fingers is as easy as the one for fat phoning fingers. ("The fingers you have used to dial are too fat. To obtain a special dialing wand, please mash the keypad with your palm now.") I also doubt that the guitar's owner would be impressed if I "mashed" the guitar in anyway. Sigh. Is my dream of being a true rocker chick just a fleeting one? Should I stick to things I am good at, like making fun of others? ("Well kids, you tried and you failed. The lesson is never try.") I must learn to play guitar, if only even to prove to the doubter (you know who you are) that I can do it. I was once able to play a rockin rendition of Jesse's Girl. I will do it again!!!! And maybe this time, I might even learn to play something cool!

Song of the Moment: Rock the Casbah by the Clash - Is this cooler than Jesse's girl? :o)

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Blogging Diva

Well, here I am in the land of the blogger. This is what happens when you heart nerds (cool end of the spectrum nerds only though) and have nerd-like tendencies yourself! Apparently, blogland is the place to be and I can no longer content myself with guest rants on other people’s blogs. I have been told that I must fly free. People (meaning Ryan, Ben and Jennie) seem to think that I might have something others want to hear, or possibly they are just trying to get me to write down my rants instead of monopolizing the lunch time conversation with them when there are more important things to discuss, for example, Star Wars and iPods. Also, for some reason, they all feel my blog should be pink, so I went with that in order to appease the masses and avoid an uprising. This entry is really just to get me started, but stay tuned for many a rant on a variety of topics in the near future!

Song of the Moment: Red Vines by Aimee Mann

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