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Woot! It looks like the 2005 Wilhelm Invitational Disc Golf Tournament might actually take place tomorrow. What the hell does that mean, you ask? Attentive readers will recall that I have been blogging about various disc golfing excursions all summer. Since tomorrow is the last day for the lifts at Solitude , the housemates and I decided to put together a disc golfing outing with anyone who desires to attend. Since our mansion is called "The Wilhelm" we have deigned to call it "The Wilhelm Invitational." I believe it is still 2005, althought I wrote 2006 not long ago out of a secret desire to get the hell out of this year. So, if you are in the SLC area, come join us tomorrow. I don't know exactly when we'll be up there, but since it is a Saturday, I assume it will be 1 or 2 pm. You can get used discs at Play It Again Sports . I'll be sure to post an updated time if one ever materializes. Otherwise if you have my phone number, try that, althoug...

Hey lis , I stand totally corrected . Ok not totally because I know I saw a woman playing Captain Scotty at some point in Channel 20's history. Anyway folks... the one and only RAYMOND responded to my post about the afore-mentioned Hotel Balderdash. He starred on the show with Cannonball and Harvey for several years. I was just a little kid, but I remember the show quite fondly. Ironically enough, however, I recall hating Raymond even more than I liked the show, but that was pretty much what made the show so appealing, after all. How's that for the Internet for you? (And don't make fun of him or I'll give you such a smack.) ( Stop that, or I am so going to turn this god damned car around!) (I told you to stop it. I'm not going to say it again.) Shit I feel like I just got a call from Bernie Calderwood (RIP). Man, they don't even mention Bernie's stint on Big Money Movie. My sister remebers Captain Scotty. Where the hell are local kid shows these day...

The other day Mid-B was over and he told me about a bowling blog that Sleep E has joined in on or has set up or something. This explains this picture which is in E's Flickr account. Mid-B also menitoned that E was thinking of inviting me to join said blog. Now being the impatient person that I am, I decided to damn the torpedos and just make my own bowling blog: Bowlarama . Current karmaking and I are co-authoring this blog, but if you want to join in, let me know. Only bowling-related posts, however, will be allowed.

I received this email this morning: Hi all, The baby was born last nigt at 9:30. His name is Carter Phillip. Baby and Mother are doing fine. A. The baby referred to is my good friends Tif & Chris child. I really need to get my phone fixed.

only there are no family issues or problems to be resolved by wrecking the house in this one .

During my latest trip to Sam Weller's a harpsichord concerto was being played over the loud speakers. It was an intense harpsichord piece--not Bach but definitely Baroqu--maybe Boccherini or Scarlati. The piece was intense with jabbing keystrokes and staccato violins and continuo. One of the clerks, a stylish woman in a wool skirt and a hot pink top with a cheek piercing called across the bookstore to a colleague sitting at the information desk in a matter-of-fact kind of tone, "This music is going to make me kill someone." I cracked up then like I haven't cracked up in a long time--one of those gut busting laughs that you just can't keep in. "Crazy isn't it?"she said, keeping up her flat tone.

The trio vs. the pirate-ladyman Recently lis opined that no native Utard remembers Lighthouse 20, the kid show that was broadcast on UHF channel 20. Now I have a slight dispute with lis, in that I remember the pirate on the show was played by a woman, and she recalls someone very different (a man, I presume). Now Lighthouse 20 was not by any means my favorite show (hell I think it replaced Gillagan's Island!), but I do remember it--not really fondly but I remember it. The real purpose of my writing is that I made the comparison of Lighthouse 20 to Hotel Balderdash--a show that apparently ran for 10 years on channel four here in SLC. Now this show was the bomb; not only did it start at 6:00 am 6:45 am and show nothing but 30's-late 40's Warner Brothers cartoons (you know, Bugs and Daffy, but not Porky Pig and certainly not that crap WB churned out from the 50s onward.) These cartoons, of course, were made for adults and the humor was mostly sophisticated in a slapstick kind...

I've had a couple months of rather stressful professional commitments, but it doesn't mean I can't offer you up a new cooking movie . Comedy. Some people don't get it, do they? Not that this is very funny. I've come to the conclusion that it is not. Anyway. Anyway the larger file is actually a file with streaming enabled. I don't know, however, if it will actually stream properly. My apologies to those on dial-up connections. I'd write about the complex professional issues that are really getting me down, but this is not the place for it, if any place is. Enjoy the gumbo.

1) Best Grouch Marx sequence ever: Somewhat rotund older socialite lady he is dating to get her money : "Hold me closer! Closer!" Groucho : "If I were any closer I'd be behind you." 2) Ron of Counterintuitive writes of a spate of crank calls and his self-defined not-so-snappy comeback: I was just about to leave to pick up my two older kids from art class; I was already five minutes late and the prank caller had called earlier when I was simultaneously trying to grill peppers, cook corn, cut up a tomatoe, and instruct my daughter in proper table setting. So at this point I was getting a bit irritated with prankster joe. Once I realized it was yet again the prankster, making me even later, I really wanted to scare them off so they wouldn’t call again. And, might you wonder, what did I come up with? Was it something like Moe would say to Bart: "Listen, you lousy bum, if I ever get a hold of you, I swear I'll cut your belly open!" Or "It'...

Over at lis's , lisa b. was commenting on the odd blogger commenting graphic password thing ("uckyovo") that lis had pop up on a recent comment she was making: Also, if you go all Latin-roots, you've got ovo, which is egg or close to it, so you have, even in the nonsense scrambly word, misogyny. On bitter days, I've been saying of late that misogyny is hard-wired into human culture. But in the alphabet? Oh. My. God. I tend to agree with Lisa on her bitter days (and usually on her sweet days--is that the oposite of bitter?), in that I think misogyny is engrained in our culture and our language, and it takes a great deal of effort to over come it. I think, as well, there is a link to the roles that men and women play in society as well as our roles in family. Ron of Counterinutive has recently dealt with that issue in a post entitled " Can I speak with your wife? " With the above biases in mind, I give you my lastest Googlerific poem creating gabob. (I...

I forgot about this one: Karmaking took it back in July on a previously mentioned road trip.

It is 2 am and I am bursting with energy, as the cliche goes. The soundtrack to Trainspotting is going its assertive way as I sit here and think of the stuff that I could be doing besides stringing words together into coherency. There's a lot going through my mind and I know I'm in a manic mode right now. It happens every fall. It happens when I have many tasks to complete and I complete them all in record time. It makes me think of Theodore Roethke for some odd reason. You know he died while swimming in a suburban swimming pool. Perhaps that will be my next anthologized Gooflerific poem: Theodore Roethke, dead He who wrote of the subtle Growth and the heater knock Achtung! He who had the snow slowly Ticking And the headlights Fading He, admiring life but loving Death Who wrote the simple words Of a whiskey's waltz. Dead in a pool A swimming pool At 58 55. Something like that, anyway. Boy, I think I know how Franz Schubert felt.

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Mid-B made a cool poem using Google Poetry , so I just had to cobble something together. My search terms were Jimmy Hoffa, Frank "The Irishman" Sheeran , and I heard you paint houses and I told it to give me rhymed couplets. All these phrases are relevant to the murder of Hoffa. Google Poetry then gave out a spew of couplets from which I chose those represented below, arranging them in what I think is a coherent order. I've manipulated the text of the couplets a bit, but not much. I kind of like how it turned out. Jimmy Hoffa Jimmy Hoffa Jimmy Hoffa, in his short Terms, that he'd better start He expected to get whacked right More bravely than anyone thought Sheeran and the inside, it was told Did match Hoffa's DNA it would, Shot Jimmy Hoffa with a pellet gun, Unfound Jimmy Hoffa, Sr., guy to run, And then shot him twice in the head And the final book report--bad History through the eyes: Frank, I heard you paint houses You paint house...

Along with random bits of laundry and bathroom sanitizing, I spent my labor day editing a movie about disc golf, of all things. Like most throwing sports, I have precious-little skill at it, but I rather enjoy tramping around places like Solitude (where the majority of the footage was filmed) which has a spiffy course laid out. I am particularly happy if my shoulder does not become disjointed or when I actually make par a few times. Next week at Solitude they have a tournament. I am not entering it since I suck so mightily, but a friend is considering it. There were a few folks up on the mountain practicing for next week. You can identify them by their unique ability to actually throw the disc uphill, and their complete lack of swearing or oath-taking. It would appear, however, that the week after that is open for our very own Wilhelm Invitational (which means if you are reading this and near enough to SLC, you are invited to participate.) Lift tickets are 6 bucks, but if you a...

Salt Lake Tribune : "Sarah Wilhelm, the organization's director of fiscal analysis, says stereotypes that poor people don't want to work or don't do anything to improve their lives are not true. Roughly 75 percent of poor Utah families have at least one working person in the home, she says. 'It's frustrating that people are working very hard, playing by the rules and still not being able to make ends meet,' says Wilhelm. In 1999-2000, the poverty rate in Utah was 7 percent. It increased to 10 percent in 2003-2004, according to the report. The federal poverty guideline for a family of four people is $18,850 a year. "

I still don't know what I think of Flickr . UPDATE: I added a bunch of pictures to it some live from my cell phone. I'm thinking of abandoning The Eye of Orris, but then again I don't want to pay Flickr.