On the radio today, to commemorate Mardi Gras, they were asking the question, “What fatty (get it?) food can you not get enough of?” and taking calls. I thought I’d play along.
(Granted, I really don’t each too much junk food these days. Bear with me.)
What else?
Last night we did something different (and fun): we went out to the Tower Theatre and I participated in The Education Foundation‘s Trivia Bee. Sadly, our team didn’t make the best showing; of the 12 questions we had (there were 12 questions per round, and six rounds, with seven different three-person teams per round), we trailed along in last place for the first half-dozen or so questions, then finally pulled it out in the end… to tie last place with a few of the other teams. :)
It was a lot of fun, though, and we weren’t the worst team of the night, so we weren’t totally irredeemable. Although I have to say, some of the rounds seemed to have far easier questions than our round… and at least one was harder, so it could’ve been worse!
Anyone else go last night?
Inspired of late by Boing Boing’s pointers to subway maps that have been remixed to used anagrammed names, I thought it would be fun to do the same with Bend. Only, Bend doesn’t have a subway (or any mass transit, grrr), so I did the next best thing: remixed the map of downtown.
The only constraints I followed were dropping the directional part of the street names (the NW in NW Franklin) and spelling out the type of roadway (“Avenue” vs. “Ave”).
Enjoy! Oh, and the Internet Anagram Server came in amazingly handy for this.
I just had to point to this: The Top Ten Sci-Fi Films That Never Existed. You gotta love it when he opens the Star Wars section with:
Everyone remembers the exact moment when they realized that their Phanom Menace sandwich was filled with shit. For me, it was the scene on Tatooine where Qui-Gon is talking and Jar Jar is snatching fruit from the bowl with his tongue, eating like an insect. Annoyed, Qui-Gon reaches out and snatches his tongue out of the air and holds it in his fist while he talks. That was when I realized I was watching a cartoon.
Good stuff. Via… I actually don’t remember where I first saw this. Oh well.
That’s the current population of Bend, Oregon. It’s up, what, 40% from the year 2000 census population of 52,029. My question is, have that many people moved into the city (18,209 of them) in that time, or have the powers that be mostly been creative with the city limits (which is what got us to the 50,000 milestone in the first place)?
It feels like a Sunday, not like we had a three-day weekend, that’s how busy everything’s been.
Saturday we were up and out the door by 7:30am on our way to McMinnville. We had a first birthday party to attend: close friends of ours who had asked us to be their son’s guardians (should the need arise), so off we went. We made good time over the pass, despite the bitter cold and snow warnings here in Bend—in reality we had sunny blue skies and nearly spotless roads.
Some sidenotes. McMinnville is pretty much right in the heart of Oregon wine country; we saw many signs for wineries on the way there and the way back, including the Eola Hills Winery, though we really didn’t have the time to stop at any. McMinnville itself is a town of just over 30,000, about half the size of Bend, and has a cute little historic downtown. Also, the locals refer to it as “Mack.”
Anyway, the party was fun, we hung out and visited with our friends that evening, and had lunch with them the next day before heading for home. Over the pass this time we had to nearly stop for an accident at Lost Lake, but we missed this one by about half an hour. Traffic was backed up for three hours at that one.
Those made for some long days. To top that off, my in-laws have been in town, and have been entertained as well. So things have just been busy. And tiring.
Could I have another day off? To catch up? Anyone?
Not only was it about six degrees this morning in Bend, but we woke up to blowing snow and snow drifts in our backyard and cul-de-sac. Fun! You can see the ground in some spots, others are buried in drifts up to six inches deep.
On the radio they claimed it was an Arctic front that has moved in. Stellar.
Okay, in light of all the Dick Cheney hijinks, I saw this on Boing Boing the other day and I finally succumbed. What can I say? This makes me want to laugh out loud every time I see it:
For the record, my favorites are “Telekinesis,” “Raining blows down upon you,” and “With his bare hands.”
