Butterballs and other gross things

Last was no pleasure. I somehow got food poisoning again. Nobody else in the house seemed to go it even though we ate all the same stuff. I curbed off the worst of it and avoided something really bad by puking up really early, but still I was in discomfort all night not being able to do anything but sit in front of the television.

The only thing I can think of that I ate that nobody else ate was a sugar cookie, but that seems a little out there.

But it got pretty bad, I was completely rugged up at one stage and layered in blankets yet I was freezing. I think puking really helped. Better out then in under these extra-ordinary circumstances.

Boxes singing Purpose

The best thing about any major holiday is leftovers. You can spend the next week gorging yourself makign sandwitches of all the leftover food.

Today I made roast beef, chicken stuffing & colsaw sandwitches.

There is an entire leg of ham in there that is going to be my baby over the next few days.

Sometimes I just hate myself

I had the opportunity to have some guilt free hedonistic fun yet I had to open my big mouth and ruin it all.

It was one of those situations that you knew perfectly well if you opened your mouth and started questioning you'd ruin it all, but I couldn't help it all the same. Call it some type of stupid moral compass.

WELL FUCK THE MORAL COMPASS!

I wanted to have some guilt free fun and now I completely ruined it all. I knew perfectly well that just staying the fuck quiet it would all be okey dokey dorey, but I didn't I had to question. I had to point out certain things that would cause problems I had to open my good damn fucking mouth.

Why couldn't I just shut the fuck up?Why do I always have to play the good guy? I am sick of playing the good guy. I want so fun. I want to be able not give a fuck about anybody else except myself. My feelings should come first for once! Argh. Why do I have to but the wellbeing and welfare of other people in front of me first!

Rainbow Ute High

Well that was the laziest couple of days I have had for quiet a while, I didn't even update this journal to talk about the football game. And yes Sven it was better then sex, unless of course you are offering, which in that case, as Bob Barker says "Come On Down".

I had only limited sleep for the few nights leading up to the game, and on the night before hand I think I managed to sneak in four hours of sleep, which for the last few days, was actually pretty darn good. Actually not really. I went to bed early, about 7pm, thinking I could just sleep for 10 or so hours and get away with it. Of course going to bed anytime before 9pm for me will always make is wake up in the middle of the night and I can never get back to sleep.

And it happened. I woke up sometime around 11:30pm-12:00 midnight and could not get back to sleep. Believe it or not I actually laid in bed for about 5 hours until I finally gave up and had a shower, got dressed and made myself a small, yet hearty breakfast.

I arrived at Rice-Eccles stadium about 6:30am and already the cark park was full of people (not cars, the carpark had been converted into a ground for the pre-game show stuff that day). I managed to get a park about 1 block from the grounds, which all things considered was amazing.

It was a sea of Crimson, gawd it was so good. Actually the best thing about theses games is all the freaking free stuff!!! Within 10 minutes I had my hands full with all matters of towels, shirts, cheer wavey thingys and such.

The crowd was incredable and the engergy was electric. I am not really even sure how I made it through the rest of the day. Went to the tail gating parties around noon and hung out with Sheryl and her tailgating party for a while, saw Danny at his Pike one.

The game was electric. There is just no other way to discribe it. Rushing the feild was great.

Gah. Maybe I am not in the right frame of mind to really talk about it. Heck after I got home I spent five hours on MSN with Charles talking about it. I gues this will have to be for the memory sometime later.

I feel so happy I can melt!!!

I feel so happy I can melt!!!

Better then sex.
Better then candy.
Better then sunshine.
Better then chocolate.

I am so so deliriously happy with the result Utes 52, Cougars 21. 11-0, Fiesta Ball.

I have alot more to say, alot more, I just need some sleep and a few hours to wrap my head around this. I don't know how I can ever return to reality.

The stadium was electric. I was so happy I was there being a part of history.

More later. Now the Zzzzzzzzs.

U Day!

Football day! 12 hours of nothing but tail-gating, ESPN, Cougar bashing, Ute loving and the actual game itself. I am so excited.

I am sort of disapointed I don't have a decent long sleeve shirt to where under my Ute shirt. The one I have was somewhat of a joke one I picked up at the DI (Lampropolous for Gov. haha). Anyway come actual came I think I will be rugged up anyway. Sheryl suggested taking a blanket cause there is suppose to be a windchill of 19F (-7C). I think I will bring my black one I got from the Young Dem thingy.

Was at Rice-Eccles today to see ESPN film its segment. So if anybody watced ESPN Sports Center I am in the front row of the crowd! The energy was terrific, so kinetic. Somebody brought a big sign that was shaped like a hanging flipping the bird with "BYU" written on it. It was confiscated (boo! hiss!) but not before it was sceen on National Television! YEE HAH! (Their was a short live throw to before the actual taped segment was filmed). Hopefully that will show some people that not all Utahns are cookie cutter.

It was just a see of Red. Oh I loved it. Got some sort of tea towel with the Utes song written on it. It was great, we where singing, chanting, cheering. I was so great.

Went out with Danny to the SkyBox after that. We where going to see National Treasure, but it was sold out, oh well, we can catch cheesy action adventure movies next week.

Oh...

GO UTES!
GO UTES!
GO UTES!
GO UTES!
GOT MILK?
GO UTES!
GO UTES!
GO UTES!
GO UTES!

Flurrys of my mind and tummy

Not feeling awfully great at the moment, the veggie sub I got tonight from The Pie really didn't settle well in my stomach. It wasn't food poisoning (thank God). I have had that before, and I know to well that it comes on much faster then what I have been having. Plus can you even get food poisoning from a veggie sub? But either way it didn't sit very well, and thus I couldn't get to sleep and well... ergh.

Well I went out and had drinks and Sweet Potato Frys with Danny tonight at the Bayou. He really seems to have a big crush on one of his friends that I met last week, but poor kid seems to be suffering from the superficial 'girl-must-be-super-hot' factor at the moment. The female friend in question is pretty, but not exactly Linda Evangalista.

After leaving The Bayou, I didn't quiet feel like going home so I rang Dave where I met up with him at The Pie, ate, and went for a walk past the Rice-Eccles Stadium to see where we are going to stalk the ESPN cameras tomorrow. Gah. I should be in bed now getting a good nights rest, so I can be a Ute groupie in front of the live reporting. I will end up being so tired looking tomorrow...

We found a cell phone laying on the sidewalk walking to Rice-Eccles, so we took it to the Kinkos a few doors away, a few minutes after that we saw the actual owner of the phone (and a few friends) look for it, so we directed them to the Kinkos. Hopefully that leads to a few extra Karma points. It did give me warm fuzzies to help out somebody.

Driving home tonight was a nightmare, between the fog and the flurries it was quiet scary. I know the stretch of freeway like the back of my hand, but when you cannot see past your headlights it is pretty creepy, like being in a Stephen King novel or something. Anyway, I was going though one particular straight stretch of road, when I realised I would need to get into the right-hand land pretty soon because my exit would be coming up (not that I could see it, but I know the twists and bends of the road well enough). I was in the inside land, next to a big truck (a Carl's Jr. one funnily enough), so I speed up a bit so I could easily get enough distance between myself and the truck, thus I can go into the right hand lanes. But I got up a bit, and there was no cars in front of me, just me, and I sort had a 2 second panic attack. I couldn't see anything in front of me and there was absolutely no indicator to follow other then the lines on the road.

It lasted only two seconds, and I was smart enough to slow down, let the truck and a couple of other cars catch up and get my senses. Thankfully a couple of other cars started to pull out in front of the truck, and I was able to use them as some sort of security blanket, thus when I did speed up again, I did manage to get into the right hand lane okay.

Of course when I got into my neighbourhood, NO FOG! NO FLURRIES! That is the one strange thing about the lake effect, some neighbourhoods on the bench can get absolutely no fog while the rest of the valley is covered in it and it has nothing to do with elevation either, has higher up neighbourhoods can just be as foggy. Lucky location I guess.Gah. I need a tums.

Wheel of Torture

Time for my once in a while rant.

Do the producers of "Wheel of Fortune" specifically go out of their way to choose the dumbest, ditziest and brain dead individuals to appear on the show. It is like, before they even spin for a second time, "Can I buy a vowel". For Jeebus sake brainfart! There are twenty-one consonants in the English language, take a plunge and guess the obvious ones before you buy a vowel. In my experience, the consonants should be choosen in the order of S, T, R, M, N, H, F, C, P and so forth if their is clearly not the word "the" on the board. If there is clearly the word "the" on the board it then would go S, T, H, R, M, N, F, C, P. And anyway half the time a word will form before you even get through half of thoses letters and you can easily use another letter instead.

Like today, in the live-from-Philadelphia special edition the dumb-fuck brothers brought a vowel after only spinning once. And what did they buy? A "U" for crying out loud! At least you could of brought an "E" since the word "The" was clearly on the board!

I remember an episode of "The Golden Girls" where Dorothy couldn't get on a game show (was it "Jeopardy"?) because she was deamed 'to smart'. I guess this is the same. Of course "Wheel of Fortune" only requires a basic grasp of the English language to begin with and some of these people don't even have that!

Per Exampla:

Board: _RIDE AND _REJUDICE

Pat: Contestant #1, a letter please.

Conestant #1: A "Q".

Pat: NO!

Contestant #2: Can I buy a vowel - an "A" please

Pat: No! The "A" is already on the board you dumbfuck!

Contestant #3: I would like to solve it, is it "Bride and Brejudice"

Pat: What did I do in a past life to get all these yokels?

Okay, I might be exagurating a little there (though barely) but I have to say it sometimes feels like it. I remember watching "Wheel of Fortune" alot when I was a kid. Where I lived it was on at the perfect time of the afternoon (5.30pm), just after you had done all your homework, but before my dad took control of the television to watch the six o'clock news. And back in the late 80s/early 90s, Australian television only ever had 3 commerical channels and the ABC to choose from (well also SBS, but what 10 year old would watch a foreign language news report?). If the ABC was playing something cool like Degrassi or anything with Rik Mayall (who is a GOD!) then.

I would watch that, but normally it showed lame cartoons that I couldn't even stand at that age. Thus "Wheel of Fortune" it was.

Thus growing up on "Wheel of Fortune" I had it all mapped out, planning what I would do the day I got my chance to appear on it. I would spin big in the first round taking all the chances (since there is/was only one bankruptcy on the wheel during the first round) and then blow all my money in the gift shop. I would save all my free spins until the final post-buzzer period, thus if the host spun up the jackpot, I could do two or three 'free turns' getting letters for the jackpot.

Oh... the dreams of a child...

But I did have a plan mapped out. I knew which letters to ask for first, to solve the simply and/or obvious words first and hope another word had the same letters in it and only buy a vowel if all else fails AND it obviously would help out (thus more likely an "A" or "E" and not an fricking "U").

But seriously? Admittedly I grew up on the Australia, not American version of "Wheel Of Fortune", but I was familar enough with the American version. What happened to the gift shop? Now the bloody contestant can rake in a small fortune, and instead of blowing it all in the gift shop, he/she has to choose between crappy and crappier 'prizes'. Would you like a waffle maker or cordless iron. Argh! This is the sort of crap you'd expect to see on PAX television!

And may I ask about Vanna? (Isn't she like 100 now?) What the heck does she even do on the show anymore? In the old days she use to turn the letters, but now she just presses a button and a computer screen lights up. PLEASE! A trained chimpanese can do it (and better). Fire her surgically enhanced arse and use that money to bring back the gift shop!

Wheel of Torture

Time for my once in a while rant.Do the producers of "Wheel of Fortune" specifically go out of their way to choose the dumbest, ditziest and brain dead individuals to appear on the show. It is like, before they even spin for a second time, "Can I buy a vowel". For Jeebus sake brainfart! There are twenty-one consonants in the English language, take a plunge and guess the obvious ones before you buy a vowel. In my experience, the consonants should be choosen in the order of S, T, R, M, N, H, F, C, P and so forth if their is clearly not the word "the" on the board. If there is clearly the word "the" on the board it then would go S, T, H, R, M, N, F, C, P. And anyway half the time a word will form before you even get through half of thoses letters and you can easily use another letter instead.Like today, in the live-from-Philadelphia special edition the dumb-fuck brothers brought a vowel after only spinning once. And what did they buy? A "U" for crying out loud! At least you could of brought an "E" since the word "The" was clearly on the board!I remember an episode of "The Golden Girls" where Dorothy couldn't get on a game show (was it "Jeopardy"?) because she was deamed 'to smart'. I guess this is the same. Of course "Wheel of Fortune" only requires a basic grasp of the English language to begin with and some of these people don't even have that!Per Exampla:Board: _RIDE AND _REJUDICEPat: Contestant #1, a letter please.Conestant #1: A "Q".Pat: NO!Contestant #2: Can I buy a vowel - an "A" pleasePat: No! The "A" is already on the board you dumbfuck!Contestant #3: I would like to solve it, is it "Bride and Brejudice"Pat: What did I do in a past life to get all these yokels?Okay, I might be exagurating a little there (though barely) but I have to say it sometimes feels like it. I remember watching "Wheel of Fortune" alot when I was a kid. Where I lived it was on at the perfect time of the afternoon (5.30pm), just after you had done all your homework, but before my dad took control of the television to watch the six o'clock news. And back in the late 80s/early 90s, Australian television only ever had 3 commerical channels and the ABC to choose from (well also SBS, but what 10 year old would watch a foreign language news report?). If the ABC was playing something cool like Degrassi or anything with Rik Mayall (who is a GOD!) then. I would watch that, but normally it showed lame cartoons that I couldn't even stand at that age. Thus "Wheel of Fortune" it was.Thus growing up on "Wheel of Fortune" I had it all mapped out, planning what I would do the day I got my chance to appear on it. I would spin big in the first round taking all the chances (since there is/was only one bankruptcy on the wheel during the first round) and then blow all my money in the gift shop. I would save all my free spins until the final post-buzzer period, thus if the host spun up the jackpot, I could do two or three 'free turns' getting letters for the jackpot.Oh... the dreams of a child...But I did have a plan mapped out. I knew which letters to ask for first, to solve the simply and/or obvious words first and hope another word had the same letters in it and only buy a vowel if all else fails AND it obviously would help out (thus more likely an "A" or "E" and not an fricking "U").But seriously? Admittedly I grew up on the Australia, not American version of "Wheel Of Fortune", but I was familar enough with the American version. What happened to the gift shop? Now the bloody contestant can rake in a small fortune, and instead of blowing it all in the gift shop, he/she has to choose between crappy and crappier 'prizes'. Would you like a waffle maker or cordless iron. Argh! This is the sort of crap you'd expect to see on PAX television!And may I ask about Vanna? (Isn't she like 100 now?) What the heck does she even do on the show anymore? In the old days she use to turn the letters, but now she just presses a button and a computer screen lights up. PLEASE! A trained chimpanese can do it (and better). Fire her surgically enhanced arse and use that money to bring back the gift shop!

In sickness and in health, until the BSC do we part

Been coughing up lungs all day. I think I am slighly high on NyQuil at the moment which doesn't help the situation. Talked to Trotter today and we decided to hang around the U all day Saturday since ESPN is going to be having various shows filmed live there. Plus it will be good as I can get a decent car parking space without having to park all the way in freaking Federal Heights (where I had to park during the Utes Vs North Carolina game).

I have packed up most of the room now for the move. There is only a little bit left, but I am having trouble getting the motovation to even pack up that small bit which shouldn't take more then an hour.

Of NyQuil & Mustard

I feel sick. I must be coming down with something. This cannot be happening! I have a football game to go to on Saturday! I must be healthy!

Ian my dear, recommended I eat alot of mustard, so I have.

Well I only had Dijon on me, but I suppose it is better then nothing.

Anyway, that and the NyQuil I hope they bloody well kill all stupid flu germs.

Go Utes!

Bleeds Red and Amazon

Let me just say how professional and fantastic the Amazon.com service department is. I sent a notice of my Angel DVDs to them late Saturday evening, and I have already recieved notice about what to do, been giving the return (postage paid) sticker to place on the box, and have received notification of the new DVD being shipped. I love Amazon.com!

And just to give everybody forewarning, this week if you read my blog will most likely be full of nothing but the Utes and the game between them and BYU (the ultimate grudge match) on Saturday.

Today I brought a new shirt to wear to the game, it maybe is a size to large, but it will allow for an extra layer of clothing to be warn underneath it. After all it going to be the late evening of a late November night. I am a one-eye fan, but I am not stupid!

I have two tailgating parties to attend. I am not completely sure which I should attend. I am thinking I will go to Sheryl's pre-game as Anne's will go on post-game as well.

Grrr... Argh...

The DVD Box set of "Angel" which I got the other week had two copies of Disc 4 and no Disc 5. This means I am going to have to return it all that annoying stuff. Already sent an e-mail off to the Amazon service department. Obviously as it is a Sunday I wasn't going to get a reply today, but I am so annoyed. Argh!

High on cheap perfume

I love life!!!

Trotter rang me up this morning saying he managed to get me a ticked to the Utes vs Cougars game on Saturday. He was up at 3.30am to line up (and he ended up being number 400 in line). Still we have great seats and I get to see the game! Go Utes!

It is so nice to have friends like that to get up in the middle of the night and do something like that for you. Well obviously he got a ticket for himself as well, but still... I know some people have never completely gotten along with Trotter but I find him to be a very loyal friend and something that is all I ask for, some loyalty in life.

Now I need to buy a decent Crimson coloured shirt for the game.

Vermicious Knids and other matters of life.

Went out with Danny tonight. I was going to have Sushi with Jill tonight anyway, but he rang at about 4 o'clock and I thought... well I didn't even need to think. I have been stuck in this house for the last three days, I needed to get out of it.

So after Sushi I hooked up with Danny and we went to a new bar down at the entrance of Little Cottonwood. Next to that Gas Station. The poor Gas Station doesn't even get a name, you just need to say 'that gas station near the Cottonwoods' and everybody knows which one it is (it is a 7-11 btw). Well the server was a friend of his and she was pretty, and I think Danny has a wee bit of a crush on her. Tee hee.

Well after two jugs of beer and some chips and salsa we went to the Bayou, funnily enough I saw Erin there, (and whats more Danny knew here too). Talk about freaking six degrees of Kevin Bacon. I have not scene her since the honk'n'wave at 10600 South and Redwood (in other words bum fuckin' Eygpt).

Well Bayou had a three hour wait for seating (even for thoses that knew the manager and hostess) So we went to the Red Door instead. Now I have only been there once, and that was Adam's going away party and well it was nice if a little pretensious. Though the dirty martini I had there was definately better then the one I had a Club 32 earlier that evening with Jill (god I am such a lush).

Lemme just say that Club 32 is the lamest new bar in town. I will be suprised it lasts to Christmas, plus the place it is located in Exchange Place is pretty scary and non-eventful after dark (unless you are a hooker or legislaturer looking for a hooker). They took what was a funky little dive in the Lazy Moon and turned it into something that looks like Boy George's 80s nightmare. They even have 'private rooms' you can rent out for a party. $150 for what looks like an Arabian Brothel or $75 for a Italian Diner type place which you can get at Boca de Baci's for nothing (and a decent pasta dinner to boot). Ergh. Never again. I cannot believe I forked over the money for even a temporary membership.

In keeping with the six degrees of Kevin Bacon thing I was on tonight, one of Danny's friend's friend I met tonight at The Red Door was Aryln's ex-roommate. Lagrand Something or another? Gosh I cannot remember his name. I asked if he knew Arlyn from ATO and he gave a snort. Heh.

Well after all the grog I had tonight I need to sleep, yet I am up bouncing off the ceiling at 4.30am listening to "Avenue Q" over and over again. Dang that Christmas Eve...

For now we're healthy...

For now we're healthy...

Went skiing today up at Brighton. Wasn't completely impressed the slopes looks more like moguls. But then again Brighton does really sell itself mainly to the snowboarders. Bleeh. Well at least I had an enjoyable first day of the ski season. Snowbasin is still now open. I will see if Lindsay can swing me a few tickets to Deer Valley. At least bloody snowboarding is not allowed there (to hoity-toity celeb-lovin' nouveau riche). Lindsay said she saw Lisa Kudrow there last year.

I went for a walk up City Creek Canyon yesterday. I was determined to conquer it. Man vs Nature. And man won! Well I won by walking to the very end of it for the first time (after coming close once). It took me three hours to hike it (well since it was well paved, hiking wasn't that difficult). It was all snowy and cold up at the end, even though there hasn't been snow on the valley floor for a week now.

The only problem was started to late in the day, and barely half way back it started to get dark. And of course since I was in a canyon, it got dark really fast.

I was listeing to my discman after it had gotten dark and all of a sudden I heard some big 'maaaaawwww'. I nearly shit myself. It turned out in the end the sound was actually on the CD (when I got back to civilization and replayed the track just to make sure). But I thought it was some moose wanting to stamp on my body and leave me a bloody pulp!

I was actually a little worried that I could be asconded by all sorts of wild and nasty creatures, moose, bobcats, cougars, homeless people. It was freaky. Actually when I got out of the Canyon I decided not to take the shorter way back to civilization though Memory Grove (to many homeless people and who knows what other creatures), but climb up the road to Capital Hill, and lord was it a climb! Even though there is a very wide footpath/biketrack on the road (they converted it to a one-way street years ago and the wrong way became a footpath/biketrack), still. When I came out at the Capitol Building I was somewhat relieved.

Current Music: "The Ketchup Song" - Las Ketchup (I am so pathetic)