tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144408322011-11-23T08:09:47.165-09:00Perfectly ordinary thoughts on road trips, the macabre, lit-ra-chewr, motorcycling, politics, movies & TV, home ownership, shooting things, pop culture, spoiled pets, coffee addiction, roommates, the necessity of employment and all things egg.EggOfTheDeadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09747717337236593885noreply@blogger.comBlogger251100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14440832.post-31866324473136178952008-11-17T21:10:00.002-09:002008-11-17T21:33:56.710-09:00

Ran a carton of books and DVDs over to my pals at the Buy Counter at Title Wave a couple of days before my road trip last month. While they dug through the flotsam I spent an hour gathering a tall stack of books which had been too new for me to acquire used when I was still employed there. What a difference a year makes. It wasn't until I'd brought everything home - didn't have to spend a dime! -

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Note: If you are not familiar with the Hell House phenomenon, read this, then watch this.I like Christians. Most of my best friends are Christians, primarily because their faith teaches them to be kind and generous and - though I am not a Christian myself - the sort of people I aspire to be. On the flip side of the coin, I have on more than one occasion had violence done unto me by someone who

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The first time I saw him the whole world seemed to stop and wait for me to breathe again.It was a busy night at the movie theater. I was hustling popcorn and sodas at top speed to a lobby-spanning throng of customers, when, suddenly one among the crowd seemed to glow as if he was lit from within and all else fell into shadow for that light. His skin was pale, almost translucent, which enhanced

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Does anyone ever think to themselves, "One day I will end up in a rut?" Certainly I never expected to, given my checkered - but interesting! - career history and penchant for spontaneous cross-country moves. But then I arrived in Anchorage, Alaska, and was surprised that, for the first time in my life, I felt "Home." Even so, in the intervening 14 years I still felt the call and moved 3700 miles

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After catching Superbad last week, I've had the Paul Feig/Judd Apatow/Seth Rogen crew on the brain. This creative team breaks my heart regularly with their tantalizing offers of romance for losers and nerds, and I have carefully avoided The 40-Year Old Virgin and Knocked Up, despite overwhelming evidence that they are fantastic, funny films. Still, I cannot resist their offers to revisit those

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It's an exciting time of year for anyone in Anchorage who loves motorcycles, and amateur hour is in full force. I predict that by Sunday we'll have our first reported motorycle fatality of the season. Let's hope it's not mine!Squidly Rabbit Learns About Safety GearAs I was gearing up for my after work jaunt to Beluga Point - First Gear Kilimanjaro riding suit, boots, gloves, ear plugs, neck

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In America guns are like cars. They're not going away. It's possible to point to a few (very few) other countries that don't have our ubiquitous weapon-toting culture, but it's ridiculous to think we can turn back the centuries of political and social evolution that made us the USA and them, say, Holland. I bet there are some nice old school puritans in Amsterdam pointing at us saying, "Look!

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When folks start to talk about how much better things used to be back whenever - last year, last decade, last century - it's easy to cite examples of how they're romanticizing the past based on foggy, or fallacious information. As a woman, especially, I'm thrilled to live in this great age of women doctors, access to credit, freedom to travel and the ownership of my uterus. Heck, as recently as

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The lyrics linked below neatly sum up a dilemma many of my peers face today. I think we all hope our kids will hold our character in such high regard that the questions posed here wouldn't even occur to them. If only. My folks deflected any attempts to bring them down to my level with a polite, "That's none of your business," and to this day I believe they were too nerdy to have had much to tell

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Oh, the halcyon days of fall in Alaska. The "safety zone" between Anchorage and Girdwood is largely ignored by law enforcement personnel, perhaps because the roads are still free of ice and snow, and likewise free of the mighty tourist-piloted land whale known as the recreational vehicle ("Yarrrrr! Get me harpoon laddie!") which encourage so many reckless manuevers by frustrated locals. If I

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"Make sure you get ALL the bullets out of the dryer."

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It's Halloween weather. The trail's covered with yellow birch leaves and the wind is a glorious cacophony, sweeping through the dry branches above at forty mph. The trees creak like haunted houses and the air smells sweetly of rot. The dogs' blood is up as fall reveals a whole season of new scents and they're running wild, casting across the deserted trails of Far North Bicentennial Park. It

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When you venture out of your warm, safe home in the morning, are you a tiny bag of naked meat exposed to the elements and the mortal hazard presented by folks "driving" tons of steel at high speeds while distracted from the road in front of them by cell phones and iPods? All I can say is ride defensively. All the time. You're smaller and more nimble, so if you see them coming you can probably

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There is a place for caution in life. A great deal of our public legislation results, indeed, from endless debate as to when and how much caution should be applied. Risk-aversion/tolerance is a deeply personal matter for each of us and runs the gamut from agoraphobics to adrenaline junkies. It's a fundamental principle of Libertarianism that one may be as cavalier with one's own life & property

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Living in Alaska presents a series of hazards unique to the outdoorsperson weaned in the relatively suburban wilds of the northeastern U.S. Of course, one of the reasons non-military, non-petroleum, folks immigrate to the Last Frontier is to get the hell away from those suburbanized wilds. For, though those outside parklands are beautiful, they can also be overrun with go-go city folk trying to

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I blame my father.On a Dallas afternoon, ca. 1974, we kids waited for forty minutes in the stifling heat while my father negotiated the latest repair bill for his '68 Renault 10. The mechanics at Snuffy Smith Auto had gone too far this time, and as Dad left their grimy, cement block bunker, he wore the haughty air of someone who had said his "Fuck you's" and embraced the fresh breeze beyond

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During the years when I unpacked book shipments for a living, which still ranks as one of my better gigs, I found this little bon-bon: MEG. Always a sucker for lurid cover art, I read it during a lunch break - that's all the time it takes to read, and money it warrants you spend ... and yet I still shelled out real cash for the audio version as entertainment for my next road trip. It's a long,

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On the Groove Tube: The Mighty Boosh (ep. "Killaroo" & ep. "Mutants")For fans of absurd BritCom, The Mighty Boosh was a welcome discovery on BBC-America's lineup. To date, my roommate Billy & I are the only two folks in Anchorage who seem familiar with The Boosh, having stumbled across it by accident late - late enough to be feeling loopy - one Saturday night and finding ourselves riveted, and

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On the Groove Tube: Guess Who's Coming to Dinner (1967)Yesterday on campus the Girl Scouts of America held their annual Women of Science event. As the girls, parents in tow, rushed from building to building to earn merit badges for participating in various scientific activities, one of the littlest girls was lost behind. Her young mother popped into our theater to get directions, and came back by

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On the Groove Tube: Nothing. This book is too good.It may seem curious that, rabid fan that I am, I don't recommend the books of Dorothy Dunnett to more people. How do you sell a book to anyone, even the scary-smart friends I've begun to introduce in previous posts, with 700 pages full of phrases in smallish print such as the following when Thorfinn Earl of Orkney greets a treacherous relative ..

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On the Groove Tube: Veronica MarsNote: The references to DR Lady and HH are to the site where I originally posted this mini-review. David Lady hosts an actual and an ethereal Horror Hotel for fans of the genre, particularly SFX, haunts and masks.This film grabbed me with a most unexpected comic opening credit sequence. Unexpected, that is, given the dark-sounding description Netflix & the DVD

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On the Groove Tube: Earth vs. The Spider (MST3K)If you have any friends who are scary-smart - the ones you listen raptly to, while being unable to think of anything intelligent to add to the conversation - then you'll understand how I feel about Rik. His blog, Cinema4Pylon, of humorous, critical essays, mostly about psychotronic films, shows a potential Roger Ebert or Elvis Mitchell in the making

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On the Groove Tube: Female Trouble, dir. John Waters (1975)Everyone has an unfinished craft project or four lying around the house - beads gradually coming unstrung in a tupperware container, gasoline evaporating from a tray of disassembled moped parts, paint crusting on a watercolor brush. I've seen it and you know who you are. Mine is a quilt that I started in 1997. Through five moves - two of

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On the Groove Tube: Project RunwayThirteen months ago Jedi's Pack moved to our Wickersham digs, and for thirteen months our four adult human members have been screwing around with a leaky refrigerator. It's amazing how time flies when you don't want to call the Kenmore repairman. We've got cups strategically placed inside the fridge which need to be emptied of water at least once a week. Then we

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On the Groove Tube: DistractionHad a few minutes to kill while the Taurus was having an oil change, so I walked across the parking lot to my favorite shopping emporium: WalMart. I can guess what most of you are thinking, but that's a post for another time. What was remarkable about this trip to the WM was that among the Gilmore Girls boxed sets and endcaps laden with Into the Blue was THIS.After

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