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Mount St. Helens: Lessons In Eruption.

by admin on October 7, 2004
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1980 was a great year. Post-It notes and the Sony Walkman were introduced, Reagan was elected President and Christina Aguilera, Nelly and Chelsea Clinton were born. Yes, t’was a truly glorious and defining year in human history.

At 8:32 Sunday morning, May 18, 1980, Mount St. Helens erupted. I was 7 years old at the time and remember watching it on TV well. Helen is back in the news again, and I wonder if I’m the only person who’s a little concerned that residents of Washington State seem to have have completely forgotten what happened 24 years ago.

  • 57 people were killed as a result of the eruption. Of these, 21 bodies were never recovered from the blast zone.
  • 7,000 big game animals, 12 million Chinook and Coho salmon, and millions of birds and small mammals died in the eruption.
  • The massive ash cloud grew to 80,000 feet (18 kilometers) in 15 minutes and reached the east coast in 3 days. Although most of the ash fell within 300 miles of the mountain finer ash circled the earth in 15 days and may continue to stay in the atmosphere for many years.

Scientists have been watching the mountain closely since last week when increased lava flow and other seismic data led officials to evacuate the surrounding 5 mile area. Friday’s activity has been described as a “hiccup”, and five miles may seem excessive to some people. But I’d like to again draw your attention to the fact that the ash cloud, which would be responsible for the bulk of any fatalities, spread 18km in 15 minutes back in 1980. It takes me less time to clean my apartment. And a lot less time time to make love to my imaginary girlfriend who sometimes visits me from Niagara Falls.

This “hiccup” is also the most activity that’s been reported at the site since May, 1980.

Keep an eye on the Mount St. Helens Volcano-Cam and cross your fingers on behalf of these clueless cougars. And maybe see if we can get Nelly and Christina to headline the on-site Mount St. Helen’s benefit that’s due to kick off 14.5 seconds before the lava starts spraying.

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DogGoneKnit.com Gets A Google Page Rank!

by admin on October 7, 2004
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The dog sweater knitting pattern site that Janet and I have been working on finally broke it’s little doggie cherry and got a Google Page Rank. And it’s ended up with a rating of 5/10 which is no small feat for a new site. I am writing about this for two reasons:

1.) I am a tremendous dork and am actually really excited.

2.) Janet has informed me that I am no longer allowed to bother her about when we’re going to get together to finish the site.

So folks, please – if you know my sister, phone, fax, email or IM her today and ask her why DogGoneKnit.com still isn’t finished. She’ll then tell you to f*ck off. But better you than me.

It’ll be funny. I swear. Grr. Not Brr.

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Rodney Dangerfield Is Dead.

by admin on October 5, 2004
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I just heard this awful piece of news from a friend of mine who works for CNN. He is currently in a “news gathering trailor in cleveland for the VP debates” and it just came through the wire.

I need a moment to compose myself and will write more later.

OK. Later: Apparently my happy thoughts bought him an extra week, but that’s a small consolation. If you need a laugh, listen to this. And I posted these in a comment last week, but I think a lot of you may have missed them. Here are my all time favorite Rodney Dangerfield jokes for you to commiserate and commemorate:

>> I tell you, with my doctor, I don’t get no respect. Well, I told him I’ve swallowed a bottle of sleeping pills. He told me to have a few drinks and get some rest.

>> I tell ya when I was a kid, all I knew was rejection. My yo-yo, it never came back!

>> Some dog I got too. We call him Egypt because he leaves a pyramid in every room.

>> My wife and I were happy for twenty years. Then we met.

>> I’ll tell ya, my wife and I, we don’t think alike. She donates money to the homeless, and I donate money to the topless!

>> When I played in the sandbox the cat kept covering me up.

>> I could tell that my parents hated me. My bath toys were a toaster and a radio.

And my all time favorite: >> A girl phoned me and said, “Come on over. There’s nobody home.” I went over. Nobody was home!

So long Rodney and thanks for all the laughs. You’ll always have my utmost repect.

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Friday’s Quizzlet: Beating My Tiger.

by admin on October 1, 2004
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Appetizer: What sound, other than the normal ringing, would you like your telephone to make?

Whalesong. Is my phone ringing, or is there a martian in my apartment? Sometimes I’d wake up and just not be completely sure.

Soup: Describe your usual disposition in meteorological terms (partly cloudy, sunny, stormy, etc.).

Mostly sunny with a chance of carefully timed resentment.

Salad: What specific subject do you feel you know better than any other subjects?

I’d like to say Search Engine Marketing or Mesothelioma. But the actual truth is Trailer Park Boys and The Pixies. Oh, and how to have good parties and draw scary goblins. Not so specific.

Main Course: Imagine you were given the ability to remember everything you read for one entire day. What books/magazines would you choose to read?

First I’d read a periodic element table – it’d be fun at parties. Then I’d read a sports almanac from the future and as many back issues of Tiger Beat as I could get my hands on. I’d be spitting Orlando Bloom facts like it was my job.

Dessert: If a popular candy maker contacted you to create their next candy bar, what would it be like?

It would be a cross between my three favorite candy bars: Nestle Crunch, Skor and Whatchamacallit – It would be called ‘Whatinthefuckchamacallit’.

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Vance Gilbert And The Boston Music Awards.

by admin on September 30, 2004
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A funny thing happened last night at the Boston Music Awards. My friend Rachel hooked my sister and I up with tickets, VIP passes and the whole 9 yards. I saw many local Boston music celebrities there – Rick Okasek, Frank Black, Steven Tyler, New Kids On The Block and Kim Deal… were absolutely nowhere to be seen (I had you going for a minute there).

However I did see Tom Hamilton, The DropKick Murphys and Vance Gilbert (please hold your applause until all the nominees’ names have been read). I recognized Vance‘s name when I read the BMA website last week and quickly remembered how I knew him.

About 7 years ago, I was working as a student manager at The Brass Taps in Guelph, Ontario Canada. Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights it was a student-bar-madhouse, but on weeknights we’d have a variety of bands and solo performers playing live. One Monday night I came in as a civilian to check out the scene with some friends, and our attention was immediately drawn to the performer onstage. He was a great singer, gifted guitarist and, above all, he was incredibly funny. We were literally rolling on the floor as this guy sang songs about coffee, crime scenes and even a did country western rap. I talked to him after the show, told him I’d spent many years living in Boston and bought 3 of his CDs which I still have to this day. We talked about Boston for about half an hour, had a drink or two then I wished him a happy stay in Guelph and was on my way home.

The next night I was on duty. I arrived at 6 p.m. swapped floats out of the safe for the new shift of bartenders and waitresses that were coming in, went down the checklist of managerial things one has to do and then saddled up to the bar for a coffee. I asked the ‘tender who was playing that night, to which he replied “Some guy named Vance Gilbert”. I smiled and told him I’d seen him the night before and we were all in for a treat.

And indeed we were. Vance played with the same energy level as the night before, had an entirely different set-list and every moment I wasn’t putting out a fire somewhere I was watching the show. He had all the kids laughing, clapping and eating out of his hand. The show ended and he was surrounded by another group of new fans and well-wishers and I went into the office to begin the long tedious process of cashing out for the night.

All of a sudden, one of the bouncers came into the office and said “That dude with the dreadlocks wants his money and he’s being a bit of a dick“. I asked him who he was talking about, ’cause as far as I knew my credit was still good with the Guelph Jamaican cocaine syndicate. “No“, he continued. “The singer guy“. “Oh you mean Vance. He’s a good guy. From Boston. Send him in“.

All of a sudden, “crazy-business-Vance” entered the office and started flailing his arms around, maniacally yapping about how much I owed him, etc. Based on the nice conversation we’d had the night before, I thought he was messing with me. I laughed at him and said hello. He turned things up notch, got right in my face – so much so that one of the bouncers came into the office and went to grab him. I waved off the meathead, stood up and said to Vance “Hey. What the hell is wrong with you? I’m the guy from Boston. Don’t you remember talking to me last night?” He told me he didn’t remember, and he didn’t care. I dropped my pleasant demeanor and told him that his contract (which I had read out of curiosity about an hour before) clearly stated that he got paid at the end of his three night stint, and not a moment before. I was a little pissed off at this point and sat back down, turned around and went back to my work. Vance continued to hoot and holler for a minute or two before giving up and going back to the main bar.

Regardless of that strange altercation so many years ago, it was great to see him sing again last night, and I highly recommend getting out to one of his upcoming shows.

Vance, I thought we were boys.

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