An 80s Look Back

Revisited the adventures of Lloyd Dobler last night. I had two things running through my head all day. The speech Lloyd gives to John Mahoney and the song about Joe that Lili Taylor sings at the party. So after a great dinner at a tiny little Vietnamese Seafood place that my sister and I stumbled onto, I settled down to watch a VideoTape recording. It is a fun lil ol’ film that although was put out seven years after I got out of high school, still does justice to an 80s high school and college experience.

GoogObit

This is very cool. Combining my fascination with Google and a perhaps unhealthy fascination with obituaries and the dead. I have hosted the Phyllis Diller Is Not Dead celebrity dead pool for a few years and as part of that effort I send out topical obits to friends and subscribers. But this stalwart obit fan has taken it to a new level. I especially appreciate the obit poetry, the liberal use of dead folks photographs and the obituary related links on the left hand side. Do take some time and lurk around here. It has some shear gold. My hat goes off to the author.

Notorious R.O.Y.

Watched the newest Margaret Cho DVD last night. I was told that the show was just filthy and almost uncomfortable, but I disagree. With her frankness and filthy mouth and ability to go to the jugular for a punch line, she would fit in nicely with our crowd. Put it on your to rent list if you haven’t already. Unless, you are a grown up, then stay away, it makes Buddy Hacket look like a choir boy.

And Finally A Decent Steak

Cooked up a doozy of a steak last night. Following the Food Network’s advice, I pan seared a couple of rib eyes. Mmmmm, finally a restaurant quality steak at home. Growing up as a kid, my parents tended to ruin a broiled steak. And sometimes the grill isn’t handy. Its nice to have a way to cook a good steak quickly. I highly recommend it. And since we are on the topic, Jamie Oliver crafted a curry dish the other day that was very reminiscent of that served at Denver’s beloved Streets of London pub. Just leave out the potatoes and serve with fries. It features a curry sauce made from scratch. I think I may try it this weekend. I really must stop watching the Food Network late night between Letterman and Conan. I wake up hungry.

What you looking at, Frodo

In younger days, the weekend was about drinking. Beer, parties, chasing tail. And so to salute the weekend upon us, I present the Lord of the Rings drinking game. Simple rules, which is paramount to any drinking game. And yet the ability have a few is also easily had. Enjoy.

A Letter To The Editor In Today’s Rocky Mountain News

The John Birch society is alive and well in Lakewood. This is more of the xenophobic attitude that has been percolating lately. This “head-in-the-sand” attitude troubles me.


Get us out of the U.N. and U.N. out of U.S.

I would like us to get out of the United Nations, and get the United Nations out of the U.S. Move it to France, Germany or Italy. Every time France gets in trouble we have to help them – World Wars I and II and French Indochina. We have had our military in South Korea for more than 50 years from Truman’s police action. What has that cost the taxpayer? Now the U.N. wants us to do something about North Korea. I say let China, Japan and South Korea take care of North Korea.

We need to bring all our military home. Let Germany and France take care of Europe and Africa and the oil countries. They think they can do a better job; let them try. We can use our military to keep the Western Hemisphere safe.

Those people who need French wine and cheese can just go to France. I can drink wine from Mesa County and eat fruit from Texas. We can heat our homes and run our cars with natural gas from Colorado and use wind power. Too bad we can’t use all the hot air from Washington and the media – we wouldn’t have to pump oil for 50 years.

Pat Allen
Lakewood

I can only imagine this is some grouchy old guy in a lawn chair in front of a manual typewriter, but that would be a sweeping generalization. But regardless, it is disconcerting to hear these 1950s-era phobic statements still so strongly held.