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Oh Yeah! Originally uploaded by Theorris . Supposed to go to 4 different parties last night. Went to two. The Hulkster was boistrous as only the Hulkster can be. That, of course, is an annoying trait at small parties (the first) but it was mildly entertaining for me at least if not for others. Favorite lines of the night: "You know, Mean Gene...." "Which little Hulkster out there is going to get the Hulk a beer?" "Hulkamania is running wild in the streets of Salt Lake City!" You can only imagine how annoying this would get. I loved it.

Halloween is fun! Originally uploaded by Theorris . My costume represents the best of my manual dexterity and graphic artisty. Man I suck, but the costume will be great. On the whole, Halloween costume making for me is usually a one-off event anyway. I regularly pull decent costumes together in 10 minutes or less. This one is the most planned I've been in years, I think. One of my favorites of all time was going as "beat up." That one just involved some bloody makeup and a stuff to blacken my eyes. Mid-B and Dr. Write kindly gave me a ride home today and I told them of my possible costumes for this year: Dead Hemmingway (too bloody and beardy) Hunter S. Thompson (too obvious and too bloody) Enoch Emory in his gorrilla suit from F.O.'s Wiseblood (too obscure and too hot) or (the winner) 80's Hulk Hogan ! Hulkamania rules! All the little Hulksters out there are helping me out, Mean Gene! Fight for what's right! Fight for your right! And no, I won't...

Mid-B and I got a hoot out of the following that appeared in our College's newspaper: While some students feel safe and educated on how to put on a condom, many do not know what to do after it is on. You can make your own punchline.

1: It is not that Minneapolis is boring, but I think I am just tired of the place. I've been to the various cultural hotspots that one can attend to on any normal day and most of the others are closed on a Sunday. So I used the morning to explore a little bit more and then ended up taking the light rail out to the airport too many hours early to even count. The airport, in fact, seems to be a lot like the Minneapolis I was exploring this morning—the maze-like Skyway. It is what Minnesotans use to navigate the city when it is sub zero, I suppose. Such skyways were quite the thing in the 70s—a way of attracting suburbanites back downtown in a variety of cities since it kept them off the dirty streets and in an environment that pretty much mimicked their prefab stomping grounds. The Minneapolis Skyway is pretty much like that. The funny thing is, however, people don't really seem to use it, favoring the streets and their direct route to the needlessly arcane second level s...

You're going to make it after all Originally uploaded by Theorris . Still in Minneapolis. Yada yada. Lis and I walked around a bit the other day after her battle with her hotel's tredmill. We decided to take on the role of absolute tourist geeks and take pictures by the Mary Tyler Moore statue on the main drag. Then we ventured by light rail to the Mall of America. MOA, by the way, is a heinous ass pit. The one saving grace is that I will never again have to go to a mall since all my future mall devotion has been made up for by one trip to that worthless behemouth. Can you tell I hated the Mall of America?

Homer Originally uploaded by Theorris . The Title says it all.

The View Originally uploaded by Theorris . Yup that's what I look out on here in beautiful downtown Minneapolis. I explored a bit right when I got here (mostly to fight off 2 hours of airplane confinement). It is a titch windy here. I assume that is abnormal, but what the hell do I know. I look down on a church that looks like a combo of the Cathedral of the Madelene and First Pres in Salt Lake. Minneapolis and SLC have a lot in common, I think--scandanavians and what not. The buildings, of course, look bigger here simply because there is nothing to compare them too aside from the mighty Mississippi, which, isn't all that mighty up here. I'll keep an eye out for Paul Bunyon, Laura Ingalls-Wilder and Mary Tyler Moore for you. I'm sure they're around somewhere--probably all hanging out at the convenience store/Asian market/liquor store out behind my fancy-pants hotel. (More on find fun in faux-privelege later.)

Traveling is a theme for me this week. I'll be venturing out of good old SLC to the great Twin City Mecca. Don't ask me what Krazy Kat and Beck have to do with it, however. (Sorry the file is so large--I tried to compress it down to something reasonable, but the quality went right out the window. The MP4 on that page is set to stream, but I don't know if it actually does.)

Pool Originally uploaded by Theorris . Karmaking pooling it up at Brewvies. We went there to see Wedding Crashers --a movie that was far better than I expected. I told King and Friend Dustin who is relocating from Wyoming that it reminded me of the Marx Brothers. King was taken aback by this remark, I think. He is right, of course, there are not usually eggregious hand jobs in Marx Brother's movies. Hand job. Ever notice how many times that phrase is mentioned in Rushmore ?

If WC Fields really said it (and I have my doubts), I find it to be true: don't work with animals (and children). Catnipped . Boonis (the cat) generally gets quite hyper when given catnip performing all sorts of wild behavior such as crazy jumps and across the room flings of his toy mice. The presene of the camera, however, seems to have made him shy.

I put my iPod over there Kind of childish, really, but it does distract me from the work I am finally doing. I hadn't, ofcourse, started the work earlier today or at all this long weekend, but now I'm in the midst of it, taking a procrastinating break by writing about procrastination. All this page fiddling, song list building, and writing about procrastination is a bit like housework for me. I know when I was in college my digs were never cleaner than when I had to write a paper. That's the procrasto-cleaning that many of us are familiar with. So now instead of cleaning I just do stupid things with a web page or make song lists or write about procrastination to feel like I am actually accomplishing something while avoiding the real work I need to be doing that I should have done long ago. Why? Because I can, that's why. No one is forcing me to do the work aside from myself and now my desire to be through with it and my guilt for not having it done already. Procr...

Wasatch from Desolation Trail Originally uploaded by MacClint . The nice thing about my job is that I get random holidays like Fall Break where I can catch up on what's going on in the canyons above SLC. I briefly thought about going out of town, but sometimes it is nice just to be home and take things as they come. After some debate, Karmaking and I decided to go for a hike up Millcreek Canyon. The debate was more about which canyon would be best. I think we chose Millcreek simply because it was closest. We stopped at the Desolation Trail just above the Boy Scout camp and I regailed Karmaking of stories from my work at that camp guiding 11-year-olds as a world-wise 14-year-old camp staff member. I amused K. with tales of a crazy racoon, kids who broke their arms because they didn't listen to me, and how I disposed of the rattle snake we had caught in camp (I took it up the same trail and flung it out in to the woods.) King was intrigued how one would handle a snake, ...

Theme for fall: drifting out of reach .

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The Wilhelm Invitational Originally uploaded by MacClint . The Invitational was a success at least for those who showed up. For those who didn't show up it was a complete failure. Update: Dun Dun Dun Dah . (Oh and you can kiss Bowlarama goodbye-- The Bowling Syndicate abides!)