This entry is of course named for Ashlee Simpson's catchy little ditty, Pieces of Me. I saw the video on MTV Hits and had to download it immediately. I think its fair to say that this song instantly catapults Ashlee Simpson into the ranks of the best 3-4 female artists of all time. Seriously, I don't understand how someone could not enjoy it. Its a refreshing little poppy number with a catchy tune and some Mandy Moore-esque lyrics. I've gone off before on why people neeed to be able to enjoy the simple things in life, not get caught up in the fact that Ashlee is annoying and has what may be the worst reality show of all time. Don't bother yourself with the fact that she looks like Cher sucked the life out of a hundred babies and regenerated. Just sit back and enjoy the ditty, this one not being provided to you by Paperboy.
On a completely unrelated note, I was talking to my co-worker Amy the other day about random things, and somehow got to the mention of corn dogs. I assume we were talkign about going to some fair or something, I believe there was a county or town fair nearby. I was going through my personal list of best fair foods (cheese curds, mini donuts, pronto pups, Sweet Martha's, all you can drink milk, pork chops on a stick, corn on the cob, etc., i guess thats a little MN specific, but you get the gist of it) and discovered this seemingly impossible anomaly: Amy has never had a corndog. I know, you can't believe it. Let me make it a little more astonishing. Amy did not immigrate from Botswana over the last several years. There's more, Amy's parents are not so poor that they were never able to take her to a fair or festival of any sort. She has just never had a corn dog. Besides the obvious and very pressing need to quickly prosecute Amy's parents for child abuse, I was simply amazed. How can you live in this country, not be a veg-head, and live forever without corndogs somehow being given to you. The corn dog is like the kid food par-excellence, who doesn't love it. Its a great combo, a hot dog and cornbread. Plus there is the whole stick angle which doesn't deserve to be ignored. You can even put the mustard and ketchup on with a brush, you've got dinner and some arts and crafts. Alton Brown did corn dogs on an episode of Good Eats and he used a recipe which seemed a little odd, but probably quite tasty, adding some jalapenos and onions to the batter. Now, maybe the folks at Pronto Pup, obviously the world's greatest purveyor of corn dogs, have some onion in their batter, I don't know. But I had a fairly guttural reaction to this idea, there are some foods that just don't need any special additives to rock like Kilahuea on acid. I think the corn dog pretty well encompasses the best of all the possible hot dog worlds. I mean, I love the chicago dog as much as anyone (see my reflections on the Windy City) but I could eat Pronto Pups pretty much forever. I am going to save further discussion here for the State Fair season, which is, I should remind the St Paulians in the audeince, fast approaching. Rest assured that it will not go unmentioned further.
Work was interesting the past couple days. We actually did almost nothing for most of those shifts. Here is what went down: Amy and I arrived in the lab at noon. We were working and noticed that the film looked like butt. I mean, the colors were all off, the film was dark and fogged. We brought this to Kelly's attention and soon discovered that when changing the chemicals about an hour before we got there, Kelly, the manager and head photo honcho, had actually replaced the N1 developer chemical with N3 bleach fixer. Now, I know you are thinking, come on, no one could actually confuse fixer with developer, but yes, she did. So we had to drain the tanks, and it still wasn't. We drained and washed fucking everything in those machines Saturday, they did the same thing Sunday in my absence, and we continued today. Eventually we just gave in, got it close enough to go, and went back to work. I then proceeded to declare myself the greatest photo specialist of all time, as I did 82 rolls in just over an hour and a half, which must be a fucking world record. I mean, a busy hour is 20-25 rolls, and I spanked that like a donkey. There was nothing that could slow me down, I mean nothing.
I have tomorrow off, but haven't yet decided what I am going to do. That decision will be significantly influenced by my Saturday night excursion to the drive-in. After leaving the hideous mess that was the photo lab I high tailed it down Transit. I originally didn't think I would be able to go, since a massive storm was rolling in around 6. By nine it was all clear and beautiful, so I got a cigar and some soda and parked in front of the glowing screen. I wasn't extraordinarily hungry, so I postponed the popcorn in favor of some doubly-stuffed Oreos. The line was long so I got there at the exact moment the film really began. I had luckily tuned into some of the previews on the radio, remembering the frequency from the last time we were there. The movie was funny as shit, let me tell you. Repeated viewings will determine exactly how funny it is, but I think its up there in the funniest movies ever made. Pete concurs that it is Billy Madison quality. Not to mention that Will Ferrell's cute little puppy is named Baxter. At some point I will need to get some of the MP3s of his comments to his dog. I have also decided that "Fare thee well, Baxter. You will always be a friend of the bears." should be my motto. I need to get a sign of that line so I can bust out with a "show-em my motto" in honor of Sanjay.
I am tired and don't really have much more to say. I have tomorrow off, so I will definately contribute some more to the equation. I am thinking about maybe compiling a comprehensive list of the best candy bars ever. Hmm, intriguing.
Peace,
MB-K
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