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Friday, July 30, 2004
It's Alive!
| Hmmm...
Do you ever wonder whether or not your mp3 player has a mind of its own? I swear, mine must know that I am going to the Curiosa Festival Sunday to see The Cure, because Robert Smith's voice has been coming out of this thing non-stop... ¶ Ξ PDawg Composed at 12:47:00 PM |
Wednesday, July 28, 2004
The Amazing Ass Race
| Here we go. My thoughts on last night's episode of The Amazing Race 5:
We all know my favorite team is Charla and Mirna. They kick some major patoot. But, man, I was a little nervous at the beginning of last night's show when they dropped the ball getting their plane tickets. True to form, though, they have "step in poop" good luck; they ended up getting on a flight where there was a cancellation, AND on their connecting flight, they eventually met up with all the other teams who left before them! Also, I am tired of everyone else referring to them as "Mirna and Schmirna." What the hell is that? Two complaints, though, about my favorite team. One is that I would like to see Mirna stop telling Charla to "hurry" when they are running places--can't she see her little legs going as fast as they can? Secondly, could Mirna PLEASE stop making Charla do all the tough roadblocks?!? Sheesh... Also, the Little Big Woman, Charla, did not disappoint, once again, providing several good quotes. My two faves: Charla: (while preparing for the “block 5 shots” task) I am soooo glad we aren’t drinking vodka, Mirna! (Ouch! Was that sarcasm, Charla?) Charla: (while putting on the hockey gear for the “block 5 shots” task) Mirna! My ass is too big for the pants! I am now going to keep a running tally in my right-hand sidebar of the number of times Charla says “ass” on this show. Last week was the cow’s ass, this week, her own ass. This is great! And speaking of ass...I laughed my ass off at the caviar eating task. I have never seen so many people have such a violent reaction to eating caviar. Yes, it was 2 pounds of caviar, but man, they should have all followed Chip's lead and just shoveled it in, and washed it down with the water and juice and crackers and all that other crap they had there. Didn't any of them watch last season's Amazing Race 4? Did they learn nothing from Reichen and Chip's "live octopus shooters?" *sigh* Amateurs.
Also, I was sad to see Bob and Joyce (the internet dating couple) depart--especially when the Fat Pizza Douche Bags remain. The ending brought a tear to my eye last night. Bob and Joyce are so cute, and seem like such genuinely sweet folks.
As far as next week's preview scenes go, I am VERY nervous that the Bowling Moms will suffer a major setback with an injury and be eliminated. I can only hope that the Fat Pizza Douche Bag blows a knee or two...
¶ Ξ PDawg Composed at 1:28:00 PM |
Extreme Makeover: Blog Edition
| Inspired by the total overhaul that Zam performed on her blog, I, too, felt that it was time for a change. It's new, and exciting.
What do you think? ¶ Ξ PDawg Composed at 12:48:00 AM |
Monday, July 26, 2004
Phat Lid, Yo.
| I am a huge fan of the baseball hat. It is a wonderful accessory. I am probably wearing baseball hats for as much as 80% of my summer every year, simply because:
hat on head = no need to do hair Ponytails whenever possible has always been my mantra. That being said, I am also quite finicky about my headgear. Not all baseball hats are created equal. I have my favorite hats, for sure, mostly because hat buying can be so hit or miss. I refuse to try a hat on in the store because, well, I don't know why. I think it is partly because if I don't like it, I will feel bad putting it back on the rack after it has been on my head--it's just skeevy (like when you see someone trying on shoes in a store without wearing socks!). Then, I think to myself, "If I just tried on that hat and put it back, who knows on what heads that hat has been?" I don't want cooties. But the kicker is, if I like a hat, I buy it--even though it may have been tried on by unknown alien noggins. (Although, I will root around to find one that seems to be untouched by human hands...the virgin lid.) Sometimes, though, what looks like a great hat turns out to be a cranial disaster. Herein lies the point of this whole babbling post. Have you ever worn a baseball hat that made your head fall asleep? Lest you think it impossible, allow me to say that I do, in fact, have one. Whenever I wear it, my head falls asleep. And let me tell you, there is nothing quite like the sensation of a (literally) numb skull. Every few months, I get it out and wear it, as if by some miracle my head has shrunk or re-shaped itself, or the hat has grown in size so that it doesn't make my head fall asleep anymore. And every time, within 10 minutes of putting it on, I think to myself, "Why the hell did I put this hat on again?" Obviously, the last thing I need is something that cuts off the circulation to my head. Sheesh. ¶ Ξ PDawg Composed at 11:11:00 PM |
Monday, July 19, 2004
CIRCUS OLAY: Love the skin(-tight leotard) you're in.
| Jubilation.
Elation. Alegría. This past weekend, I attended my first ever performance of the Cirque du Soleil. What a completely amazing experience it was. What a completely amazing group of people have been assembled for this show. I was blown away. It totally exceeded all my expectations. Unbelievable athletes and performers who can seemingly defy the laws of nature (especially gravity), or who can do things that seem physically impossible had the entire audience in the palms of their hands (myself included) for 2 hours. I have never seen people in such incredible physical condition in person before in my life. The young man who performed the handbalancing act in particular was an outstanding physical specimen--ZERO fat on him. The music for this show was breathtaking--played by a 6-piece band that begins by making its way through the crowd, and accompanied by an EXTREMELY talented young female vocalist--and, it absolutely enhanced the entire experience. My only slightly negative remark about the show was the abundance of "clowning" that took place--but only because I am very Cosmo Kramer-esque in my lack of affinity for clowns. After each performance act, the in-between time before the next act was ready to begin was filled by the clowns. Granted, while not the typical P.T. Barnum-ish clowns, they had MORE than enough clowny goodness for me. "Less clowning, more acrobatics" has now become my new motto. The show Alegría is currently in Philadelphia until August 8th. I do know that many of the shows are already sold out, but if you are in the area while the show is still here and you can score some tickets, GO. It is more than worth it. (By the way, from what I can tell, Varekai will be making its way to Houston in the somewhat near future...maybe in time for two peliculas to have healed...) ¶ Ξ PDawg Composed at 10:50:00 PM |
Thursday, July 15, 2004
I used to think you were crazy, but now I can see you're nuts.
| You know, I try to be a good granddaughter. Ever since my grandmother broke her leg a few years ago, I mow her lawn in the summer, since I am on vacation during the summer months. She will be 90 years old this September, but she certainly doesn't think so judging by all the stuff she does.
So, today, I mowed the lawn, and as is tradition, I drink a soda with my grandmother after I am finished because I am usually sweaty and thirsty (her lawn is gigantor-sized). Today, on the way into the house, she casually asked me, "So, do you like nuts?" And, I said, "Yeah, I guess..." with a quizzical kind of look on my face. We walked inside, and I had my soda and chatted, and on the table was a can of...cashews. I thought she just meant to offer me some as a snack, but as I was making ready to leave, she said, "Now, don't forget to take your nuts along! Those are for you. I got a can for me, too." And she pointed aside, and sure enough, a second can of cashews sat there. So, I took my cashews, said thanks, and was on my way. I told my mom about it, and she said, "Geez...she gave Dad five bucks when he mowed." Me, I get cashews. Can't wait for next week... ¶ Ξ PDawg Composed at 11:43:00 PM |
Wednesday, July 14, 2004
Some Files Are Bigger Than Others
| Who am I to deny someone of the musical goodness of G*Starr? Hmm? Just because a file can't be emailed? Heck, that won't stop me...
Right-click and "save as," yo. Garrison Starr -- Airstreams & Satellites + Hidden track, Inside Out (And, yes, I realize what a pathetic attempt at a Morrissey reference this post title is.) ¶ Ξ PDawg Composed at 2:08:00 PM |
Sunday, July 11, 2004
Guilty by Association
| Ok, so just last week or so, I was over at Mac's place, and I stumbled across a post of hers about two people who were removed from a Bush rally because they were wearing anti-Bush t-shirts. Not doing anything, not disrupting, not causing a disturbance, just wearing t-shirts. While I was outraged, I was not surprised, which is pretty damn sad, to tell the truth. But, this IS the Bush camp that we are talking about.
Anyway, I knew that our infamous President was going to be making a visit in my little town that same week, and so, I made a conscious effort to keep my eyes peeled the day after his visit when reading the local paper. There had been a large number of protesters out on the streets that day, and I was wondering if any incidents happened to occur. Well, boy did they. (Click on the article to the left to giagantor-ize it and read the full text.) 
Joshua Neyhart was more than a little excited when he was put in reserved seating near where Preisdent Bush would be standing Friday in Kutztown Univeristy's Keystone Hall. The emphasis there is mine, but, dude...he's 16. He's a kid who just wanted to have his (probably) one and only chance to see the President of the United States of America in his town. Oh, and by the way, his 16-year-old cousin who was with him was also given the boot. Nice. Also, it is apparently NOT ok to have anti-Bush signs ANYWHERE on the streets when he comes to town. There are designated areas for people who oppose the President. (Seriously. This is what we heard Kerry supporters being told time and time again that day.) However, if you had, let's say a sign that read (and I quote) "WE [heart] YOU PRESIDENT BUSH JESUS OUR TROOPS[sic]", well, then, it is apparently A-OK to parade that one around wherever you damn well please. You know, that whole day made me want to vomit. And, yes, I will be checking the paper on a daily basis to find out the status of the arrests made that day. Land of the free, my ass. ¶ Ξ PDawg Composed at 10:50:00 PM |
Friday, July 09, 2004
Hail to the...huh?
| I can now say that I have seen a president in person.
Whoopdee do. Man, I wrestled with whether or not I would go and stand outside today and watch the motorcade roll in. I can't stand this president. But, then again, how often does the president come to town?  So, I did it. I walked over to Main Street, where I stood for a few hours with other people, and I watched. And, after the hours of standing, it was over in 5 seconds. The motorcade came rolling up Main Street, and the buses zipped by too fast for me to even snap a shot of our doofus President standing in the front of his bus, waving to the people on the streets.
But, hey, I saw him. Check out the awesome picture I took, however, of the hex sign that was painted by the son of Jonnhy Claypoole--these guys are local artists famed for their hex sign work. (Hex signs are a HUGE part of the PA German culture.) I want to own it. :) [Edited: P.S.--The woman in the photo is most assuredly NOT me, lest anyone out there is confused...ahem...*coughcough*Jen*coughcough*... ;)] ¶ Ξ PDawg Composed at 1:06:00 PM |
Thursday, July 08, 2004
I'LL HELP YOU WITH THE BEEF!
 Well, peeps, the new season of "The Amazing Race" has begun, and already, I can tell you, I have some favorites.
My number one favorite team, right off the bat, for no other reason than the HUGE comedy factor is the team of Charla and Mirna. Oh my goodness, the things that come out of the mouths of these two had me in stitches! First of all, Charla is a "little person," and your first inclination is to pity her because of her physical disadvantage. However, Charla knows how to work it. In the first episode, she said in her interview that her size would help their team because, "people look at me and they want to help me because of my size." Her cousin Mirna wins the whiner's award. Watching these two carry a 50+ lb. side of beef for a half mile could be the most entertaining thing I have seen on TV all year. And the kicker? They carried it 4 blocks too far! Also, who would have thought that these two were MAJOR gamblers? Upon reading the "Zips or Chips" Detour: Mirna: Charla, we go to the casinos like every other week! This is a sign! We have to play the roulette! And, after playing and WINNING, mind you, in the middle of the race, Mirna wants to stay to play a hand of Black Jack! How great is that? My second favorite team has to be the Bowling Moms. What spunk! Those two hung in there, and actually, gave the youngin's a run for their money! They finished 3rd! My final favorite team is most definietly the African American couple, Chip and Kim. He summed it up best when he said, "We did everything that we possibly could have done wrong, and we STILL finished in 8th place!" Look out when (and IF) they ever get their act together! Mang, I love this show. :) [Edited: P.S. I was just over at Mac's place reading her take on TAR5, and in the comments of her post, Vickie left this: "Mirna needs a good whine slap. What a wimp....shut up and pick the damn meat up." (which nearly made me pee in my pants when I read it, and I can't stop giggling every time I re-read it!)] ¶ Ξ PDawg Composed at 12:47:00 AM |
Wednesday, July 07, 2004
Aww...shucks...
Typically, I think I am a very modest person. (Or at least I try to be...) However, there are some things which I will admit, I am pretty damn good at, and/or, I know a lot about, and/or I have a pretty good sense for. They are as follows:
And that is about where I will draw the line. But, those are things at which I am quite confident I know what I am talking about. So, how wonderful was it to be reading through my daily blogs on Bloglines, and see that Jen has dedicated an entire post to thanking me for recommending Tegan & Sara as new listening material! Woo hoo! I am humbled. I do love recommending music to other people, though. I like to think that my tastes in music are varied enough that I can say to someone, "Oh, you like so-and-so? Then you will definitely like..." I especially love getting people to listen to little-known or independent artists. 
And, so, in the spirit of things, I will once again pimp Garrison Starr, one of the greatest voices on the music scene, but one who very rarely gets the props she deserves. Here are a couple of tunes off of her latest album, "Airstreams and Satellites." Give 'em a listen, won't you? And if you like the songs, go out and buy the album. Help a sister out. They are gone, yo. You snooze, you lose. Sorry. Garrison Starr - Gasoline Garrison Starr - Like a Drug Garrison Starr - Wonderful Thing ¶ Ξ PDawg Composed at 3:13:00 PM |
Tuesday, July 06, 2004
Cross another one off...
| So, finally after 9 days of parking cars out in the sun, I am back to some serious lounge time. In the time since the Festival ended on the 4th, I have read Mystic River by Dennis Lehane. I had to read this one ASAP simply because I am one of those people who absolutely refuses to see the movie before I have read the book. My reading of the book was holding everyone else up from seeing the movie, so, I devoted most of the day yesterday and this evening to reading.
What a great book this was. Totally kept me off-kilter, in a good way. Just when I thought I knew...I realized I didn't. My copy of the book is 401 pages long. I didn't figure it out until page 371. That's when the lightbulb went on. This is totally the way Lehane wants the reader to feel--exactly as he crafted it. I can't wait to see the film. I am sure Sean Penn, Tim Robbins and Kevin Bacon must have been amazing as Jimmy Marcus, Dave Boyle and Sean Devine. All in all, a highly recommended read. Next up: Wicked by Gregory Maguire ¶ Ξ PDawg Composed at 10:46:00 PM |
REMINDER:
| Everyone set your VCRs...
"The Amazing Race" begins tonight at 9:30pm EST!!! Giddyup! ¶ Ξ PDawg Composed at 2:56:00 PM |
Saturday, July 03, 2004
And, I'm all ferhoodled.
| Postage here has been slim once again due to my annual employment in the parking lots of the PA German Festival. For 9 days every summer, I help out at the festival and park more cars than I have ever seen. Each year, this thing gets bigger. And, seemingly hotter. Standing in the hot summer sun for 8 hours straight with absolutely NO shade in sight is NOT fun. So anyway...
Tomorrow is the last day of this freakin' festival, and it is a damn good thing. I am about to kill myself or someone else. As the week continues, more and more people seem to have forgotten how to drive. Today was insane as far as the number of cars that came rolling in. We started parking when the gates opened at 9 and didn't stop until 3pm. I have never seen so many cars all in one place; the director of the festival says he thinks it is the highest one-day attendance ever. There was also a new record set for the quilt sale; a prize-winning quilt was auctioned off for (are you ready for this?)....$8,250. OVER EIGHT THOUSAND DOLLARS. That's crazy money. On a more positive slant, after 9 days of standing in direct sunlight for 8 hours straight, I am certainly quite bronzed. Yes, I am dark and lovely, just like the hair care kit.I can't wait to try to show off my tan (which, by the way, stops at my sleeves and shorts and socks). Other news on the horizon: word is just in that George W. Bush will be making a stop in my tiny little town to visit our university on Friday. Maybe I can get close enough to spit on him. I hope the movie theater here holds a special screening of "Fahrenheit 9/11" that day. It's quite incredible, but this is the second time (in as many presidents) that a sitting president will visit this town. Several years ago, then-President Clinton came for a visit here, as well. Apparently, Dubya's worried that he has pissed off even the staunchest members of his conservative Republican base here in Berks County--the PA Dutchmen. If there is one thing about a Dutchman that can be said, they are damn stubborn, and they hold grudges. I have talked to a lot of people about this upcoming election, and I can confidently say that there are a lot of registered old conservative Republicans (most of whom are of PA Dutch descent) who are most definitely NOT voting for Bush in November, and there is no changing their minds. Giddyup. And now, I am off to have my schnitz und gnepp. Ah, the one good part of the festival--the food. ¶ Ξ PDawg Composed at 4:13:00 PM |
