zak and les.

There was this one time when I wrote about how I was scared because I watched the show Ghost Adventures. Well, I must admit that I've been watching it again. And again. I just can't help it. It's just so fun to get scared. Plus, there was this one episode this weekend. Zak took his shirt off. Yes, yes, of course it was for the sake of getting a response from the spirit of a nun, but it was also highly enjoyable to watch. In fact, that same episode is on again tonight. And no, I'm not watching and waiting for it to come on again. 


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Anyway, during my Ghost Adventures marathon, I stumbled upon a showing of the 25th Anniversary of Les Miserables on PBS. I have never seen this show, but have heard many good things about it. This recording was absolutely phenomenal. The celebration took place in a gigantic arena in London (the O2) and was completely packed full of people. Since I loved what I saw on TV so much, I looked up individual videos on YouTube. One of the comments really piqued my interest. It said something about liking the comment if you were watching the video and not because Glee brought you there. Now I have been guilty of advertising the fact that I knew about a band or what have you before they ever became famous, I think this is going a tad bit far. I think it's just great that pop culture is able to lead someone, especially of the younger generation, to look up a video of Les Miserables. I say, the more exposure the better. So congrats to you if you were cultured before any of us brainwashed, normal simpletons, but please excuse us while we try to catch up to you. 


If you'd like to join me in listening and watching the spectacular 25th Anniversary, watch this video to get you started. 

sue me.

I realize that, once again, I have been MIA from my little blog. I do apologize, but at the same time say sue me. "You can't rush art." Spoken by the old toy repairman in Toy Story 2 (who also happens to be Jerry from the short film before A Bug's Life)...Not that I'm saying that what I'm writing is art. It's just another excuse. 


I really have been trying to think of something to write, but since the bosom-nestled chihuahua story, I haven't been able to find anything that could compare. So I'll just start over. 


Yesterday, I was riding the lightrail system in Salt Lake City, and we passed a St. Patrick's Day parade. Yeah, yeah. St. Patrick's Day is on the 17th (next Thursday), but it's not the ideal day of the week to hold a parade so they had it on Saturday. Well, two gentlemen, who didn't seem to know each other, commented on the parade. This is how their conversation went:


"Is it St. Patrick's Day today?"
"I don't know. When is it?"
"Today's the 12th. That sounds about right."
"Yeah, the 12th...St. Patrick's Day. Okay."
"Dang, I'm not wearing green. I'm going to get pinched."
"Yeah, neither am I. Yours could count for green."
"It'd be a stretch, but yeah."


The man was wearing orange. 


In honor of my Irish heritage, I would like to proclaim that St. Patrick's Day is on the 17th of March. It always is. It's not going to change. Because of these two men, I know feel it is my duty to educate every single one of you that read this that St. Patrick's Day is on the 17th of March. 


And please don't ever think that you can wear orange and try to get away with it being green.