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Remember, remember the Fifth of November,
The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,
I know of no reason
Why the Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.

Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, t'was his intent
To blow up the King and Parli'ment.
Three-score barrels of powder below
To prove old England's overthrow;

By God's providence he was catch'd
With a dark lantern and burning match.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, let the bells ring.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!

And what should we do with him?
Burn him!

The Angaza Project

Sunday, January 31, 2010

Yeah....it's my dinner

So last night was a stay at home and chill in the kitchen night. With the snow falling lightly outside, and me listening to the new music I found ( Jerry Garcia's "The Pizza Tapes"), the setting was ideal for me to make
Chicken Tortilla Soup with a garlic loaf.


and it was so good.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

The Force was with me

When the powerful forces of this universe conspire to look out for me, I like to share the experience.

On Friday, Jan 16th, I started to get the familiar onset feelings of the Flu. I usually can beat the worst of any illness in a couple of days. Knowing I had the weekend to recover, I didn't stress it. Besides, I had too many other things on my mind, such as a very crazy work trip planning starting Sunday night. I was heading to Arizona to complete a travel itinerary of over 1,000 miles, ending with me flying out of Phoenix's airport that Thursday evening. It was of the utmost importance for me to get everything work related done and have my butt in my seat on Thursday night, as I was flying out of SLC at 5am the next morning to Rome. That's right, my year long planned trip of self discovery to the enchanted land of Italy.

But as the weekend progressed, I got worse instead of better. I was not pleased. How could I not ever, EVER get sick until a week before this?

On Sunday evening I dragged my sorry sick ass to the airport, dreading this work trip in my current condition. As I was waiting for them to board my plane, a vicious wave of nausea hit me, and luckily enough a trash can was right next me, which I promptly vomited into. After assuring people around me I was OK, I made a decision to bag my work trip, and turned around and walked out of the airport, into my car, and back home straight to bed....

I did go into work the next day, and although I recieved some raised eyebrows about me cancelling my trip, I KNEW that I had to get somewhat better, and my trip to Italy was much more important to me than work will ever be...

I made it Italy, and when I came home, found a message from the airlines. The weather on that fateful Thursday in Phoenix was so bad that not only did my flight get cancelled, but the ENTIRE airport shutdown.

If I would have went to Arizona, I never would have made it home to SLC, and thus never made it to Rome.

Life is funny.

Saturday, January 16, 2010

The 'Devil' Writes Pat Robertson A Letter

The Minneapolis Star-Tribune published a letter from Satan to evangelist Pat Robertson, responding to his comment that Haiti's persistent troubles, including the earthquake, are due to a pact the nation made with Mephistopheles.


Actually, it wasn't Satan who wrote the letter but Lilly Coyle of Minneapolis writing in the persona of the hellish one.

I think she got it down pretty well. What say you? ( my 2nd post bashing of this bastard, I'm so proud of myself!)

Dear Pat Robertson,


I know that you know that all press is good press, so I appreciate the shout-out. And you make God look like a big mean bully who kicks people when they are down, so I'm all over that action.


But when you say that Haiti has made a pact with me, it is totally humiliating. I may be evil incarnate, but I'm no welcher. The way you put it, making a deal with me leaves folks desperate and impoverished.


Sure, in the afterlife, but when I strike bargains with people, they first get something here on earth -- glamour, beauty, talent, wealth, fame, glory, a golden fiddle. Those Haitians have nothing, and I mean nothing. And that was before the earthquake. Haven't you seen "Crossroads"? Or "Damn Yankees"?


If I had a thing going with Haiti, there'd be lots of banks, skyscrapers, SUVs, exclusive night clubs, Botox -- that kind of thing. An 80 percent poverty rate is so not my style. Nothing against it -- I'm just saying: Not how I roll.


You're doing great work, Pat, and I don't want to clip your wings -- just, come on, you're making me look bad. And not the good kind of bad. Keep blaming God. That's working. But leave me out of it, please. Or we may need to renegotiate your own contract.


Best, Satan

500 days of summer

So, first of all, I want to start by saying that romantic movies, whether in the comedy or drama genre, are without a doubt my least favourite type of film. But as I was watching The Geek Show last night, they were spewing off their top 10 films of 2009, and surprisingly, this movie was on most of their lists.

So I thought to myself late last night, can so many awesome Geeks be wrong? So I watched it....

And, to my pleasant surprise, I really, really liked it. Funny, original, great acting performances ( especially by the guy that I can only remember from that alien show on TV in the 90's....alright Zooey was good as well)
The best part, for me, was how cleverly they get your attention from the opening credits...

"This film is fiction. That is what i consider Jenny Fleckman. Bitch."
( or something like that, I didn't buy it so i can't remember verbatim, but it was hilarious, and a perfect premise to the movie. And besides, who hasn't had a Jenny Fleckman?)

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Garfunkel and Oates

I first found out about these guys from my FB friend Allie Mckay. This particular video song is in response to a Pat Robertson quote that legalizing gay marriage would lead to legalizing sex with ducks.




To see all of these ladies awesome songs, videos, etc... please check 'em out at  GARFUNKEL & OATES

The Insecure Male

I get it. I think most people do eventually. Not all of us humans get along. Some of us are just built to think/act differently. I actually relish this fact, and can not imagine life were everyone gets along with everyone else.

What I can not understand.... people that are so insecure with themselves that they will actually HATE people that do not like them. Seriously?


This past week, I learned that someone feels this way about me. I've suspected it for some time (7 years) but finally had it confirmed. And it all stems from the fact that I do not like ( but respect, tolerate, acknowledge) this person's personality. Selfishness, arrogance, immaturity, childishness, adult tantrums, incoherent babbling etc..just aren't character traits I associate or relate with on a continual basis. I also think there may be mental illness involved.

But I've decided to be the bigger person ( I mean, mental illness really is no laughing matter...) and I will make a more concerted effort with this person. So whenever I see them, I smile extra wide (although it makes me feel dirty) and make small talk ( which goes against every fiber in my being). I know it will make no difference, and my efforts are more than likely transparent, but what else can I do?

P.S. I do have a top secret plan to resolve this whole issue I currently face, but for the moment it must remain hidden in my medulla oblongta. But wish me well......