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New meal: munch

July 26, 2009 · 2 Comments

How to make money selling food: make your portions incrementally larger and larger, empty all nutritional content, and then supplement with diuretic and addictive additives made in countries with no regulatory oversight. Adding meals to the day is the next logical step. We now have breakfast, brunch, lunch, and supper. Let’s add munch.

The basics

Munch is to be eaten between supper and breakfast, particularly after binge drinking and/or smoking pot. Many already partake of this meal, usually at all night eateries like Denny’s or Dee’s, but remain torn between ordering breakfast and supper. Munch should be acknowledged as an independent, stand alone meal and munch food should be perfected by munch chefs and served at munch houses across the nation. I would like to hear munch house servers utter the phrases, “sorry sir, but we’re only serving munch right now. Would you like to see our munch menu or hear about our munch specials?”

The word

The word munch derives from the combination of midnight and lunch. Midnight lunch, for the peak hour it is served and the other meal it resembles most closely. Also derivative of the pot cultural term “munchies.” Munch is Onomatopoeia for the sound made when the meal is eaten, and it describes its consumption in manner and style.

The food

Munch food is generally good for the food industry since it consists of large quantities of cheaply made, addictive food. Classic examples include chicken fingers, mozzarella sticks, chicken wings, and nachos. All munch food comes with a variety of fatty dipping sauces and even the “healthy” choices should be “lightly” fried. In addition, there should be specific munch-only food. I’m no munch chef, but I’m thinking cheddar crackers and all four flavors of easy cheese for starters, a full jar of crunchy peanut butter with spoon as entree, finished with a jar of creamy peanut butter with chocolate sauce or marshmallow cream for dessert. I also want to see a variety of whole animals ranch battered, then deep fried, then re-battered, then country fried, then buttermilk battered, then butter fried, then beer battered, then Crisco fried, then corn battered, then trans fat fried, then served with dipping sauces brought out in shot glasses lined up on an old ski, or a canoe paddle.

The munch house

Munch houses should always be steep roofed A-frame type buildings with cedar shingles and large neon signs salvaged from 70’s bowling alleys out front. They should be dimly lit with ash trays (even in no smoking states) at each table. They should be on the forefront of restaurant gimmickry such as getting text based facebook order status updates on your blackberry, voice command prompts from On Star or Garmin to hold your table in the case of a collision or rollover en route, and Ron Paul/Super Dell Schanze in 2012 midnight tableside voter registration drives. The staff should be called “munchkins” and the servers should take deep breaths of helium before asking if more fry sauce or ranch is needed. They should always be carpeted, wall to wall with marine salvage carpet. The walls should be faux wood paneling with Polaroids of famous bass fisherman and 70’s basketball players in short shorts who have dined there. Menus and vinyl booths should be coffee stained and sticky. Ski ball and wack-a-mole should be standard, but the ski balls will often be missing and the mole heads broken or worn to a nub since they will be carnival and/or Chuck E. Cheese salvage. Juke boxes will hold many titles and artists, but will only play Winona Judd since they will be truck stop salvage. A munch house should feel like home.

Munch culture

Munch can be eaten in either club clothes or sweats, but never business attire. The drunkest person should always pick up the tab, whether voluntarily or through trickery. There is no flirting or hooking up at munch. Munch is about being gross and disgusting, time to let down the bar personae and cut loose the belt buckles. Munchers will often have makeup smears from dance floor sweat, drink stains, flat hair, dejected expressions, squinty eyes and a general reversal of the hours of getting ready to go out earlier. Sometimes you go home with the one you want, sometimes you gather up the girls (or boys) and go to munch.

Let’s do munch

In the beginning, there were three meals a day. As civilization has become more egalitarian, things like golf, marital infidelity, and brunch are no longer just for the rich. There is already a rich body of lore touting munch as the key to avoiding hangovers. I believe that with some slick advertising, a P.R. campaign highlighting starving Africans who can’t afford munch, and heavy pressure from the munch lobby, munch will be taught as the most important meal of the weekend to children in elementary school nutrition classes nationwide. For my readers, get in on this now. You may be seeing a lil pepper’s munch house in your neighborhood if you don’t.

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Letter to the editor park record

July 8, 2009 · Leave a Comment

I am writing to suggest that Park City rethink the way that it represents the miners that used to live and work in this town.  Please correct me if I am wrong, but we have whitewashed our mining history.  The statue in Miner’s Park is that of a stout Caucasian and not a person of Chinese heritage.  The majority of the dangerous work carried out in substandard conditions actually fell upon the backs of Chinese immigrants and the statue at Miner’s Park is not representative of this history.  I believe that in order to have a healthy relationship with our past we must depict it as accurately as possible and not seek to recreate it in our own image. 

The statue reminds me of the sandy blonde haired and blue eyed Jesus that so many in our western society feel more “comfortable” relating to.  If Jesus was represented as a middle easterner we would have fewer problems in the world.  If the miners that built the wealth and prosperity that we currently benefit from were portrayed accurately it may help us to become a more inclusive, tolerant, and diverse community. 

I would like to suggest to the leaders of our community that we honor our past by erecting statues and artwork that depict how things really were, even if they were not always noble and dignified. 

Mining conditions were notoriously inhumane at the turn of the century and often immigrants with no voice in the electoral process were brought in and exploited to line the pockets of their Caucasian employers.  I do think that we should be proud of our mining history but I also think we have come a long way from the labor conditions of the past and that we could learn even more if we made a choice to confront rather than obscure its legacy. 

Respectfully,

Kellen McAffee
Old Town

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Craigslist ad: Adult diaper changer needed

June 18, 2009 · 2 Comments

Diaper changer needed for depends party (Temple View Motel)


Date: 2009-06-17, 10:57PM MDT

Hello,

We are having a depends party in downtown Salt Lake at the Temple View Motel and need a diaper changer to assist us in our changing room.

We will all be wearing depends brand adult diapers and nothing else. We drink mocktails and eat burritos all night and never have to go to the bathroom! So liberating.

What we need: someone who will wear a sexy Mary Poppins outfit and run the changing room for the night. Your duties will include application of desitin, ointments, powders, and putting on new diapers whenever one of our sexy guests makes a doo-doo or a pee-pee. You will need to be very tidy and professional in manner and appearance. Diaper experience is required. Some spanking and burping required. Matronly only. Discretion is a must since Kurt Bestor and Chris Buttars will be in attendance.

Please reply with cover letter and resume and you will be considered for an interview.

Thanks and I hope to hear from you soon.
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  • Location: Temple View Motel
  • it’s NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests
  • Compensation: Depends

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Letter to the editor Park Record

June 13, 2009 · Leave a Comment

This is a response to a 10 year old boys vigilante movement to end speeding in Park City by posting home made slow down signs around his neighborhood and asking others to do the same.

Dear editor,

I would like to offer a word of caution to young Cameron Gallagher: don’t become a fascist.  In a police state, all citizens police each other and ultimately internalize the law and unthinkingly police themselves.  In a free society, citizens use reason and persuasion to make choices that they believe will benefit society at large.  People should think for themselves and not use the law to do their thinking for them.  For a free person, “because it’s the law” is never a sufficient response.

Why do we follow the speed limit?  Is it because the sign tells us how fast to drive and nothing more?   Or is it because we want kids to feel safe on their bikes and on foot?  If it is the former, we will only obey when we think we might get caught and constantly push the limits.  If it is the latter, a more rational approach to driving is the result.  Speed limits are arbitrary, road conditions are not.

Side note: The police department issued 2733 tickets in 2008.  If my last ticket of $85.00 is a good measure, the city collected at least $232,305.  Use this money for sidewalks, every penny.  For government rates this would probably buy 10 feet of sidewalk.  Hire me and my friends and we’ll put sidewalks along every road in Park City with this money.   Why isn’t Park City the world leader in bike paths?

I trust that Cameron’s movement is a response to a failure in the way that laws are obeyed and enforced in our society.  He’s not saying drive slow all the time, he’s saying drive appropriately.  I trust that he’s not doing the police department’s dirty work; he’s doing his neighborhood’s bidding.  To P.C. drivers: use Cameron’s inspiration to become an empowered driver.  Use reason and don’t blindly follow speed limit signs only when someone is looking. 

Cameron, keep up the good work and don’t become a fascist. 

Kellen McAffee
Old Town

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Just out lookin

May 26, 2009 · Leave a Comment

Just out lookin – 31 (Down town )


Reply to: pers-jjzae-1081554402@craigslist.org [Errors when replying to ads?]
Date: 2009-03-18, 9:38PM MDT

Hey guys I’m Tami lol just bored here lol seein what’s out there. I live downtown in Salt Lake lol. I like bees games, the arcade, the jazz, roller skating, ecsetera. I hate the cold lol.

I’ve never done anything like this before, just bored I guess. Not really lookin for long term just have some fun!!! My friends tell me I’m cute but I’m not always sure, I’d like someone to tell me I am! Know what I mean? I am looking for a date, I guess lol, or maybe some dinner or whatever. I don’t know anything really, I just need a man to hold me, i guess.

Anyway, if you want to chat I’m always online so send me an email i guess. Don’t talk politics though,lol I love snowmobiling and other stuff.

I would prefer a smoker, no weed just camels lol . Sorry marbro guys:(

Also, I like puppies, so ya, bonus points lol! Oh yeah, I have one wierd thing, I like anal, definitely. And older men.

Ok well, bye for now guys lol!

tami

183 replies to this one and the winner is:

“Rilly bored hear”

so hey came across your add,can definiately relate to your boredom .im presently staying in farmington,i like to do things that i never get to,i smoke camels,and like weird things.i like puppies but dont have any sorry. its saturday bored as usual thinkin about tryin luck in wendover, you go there ?i’d do better at winning black eyes chasin the wrong wemen than gamblin some times.lol what do you think. p.s. im 41 look good i think? dont have anyone to tell me that either.any interest???dave

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New Word: Ragical

April 20, 2009 · 2 Comments

rag⋅i⋅cal

[raj-i-kuhl]

–adjective
1. produced as if by extreme, esp. as regards change from accepted or traditional forms of magic.  radically magical: The unicorn fetus with monkey wings flying across the sky at sunset was ragical.
2. mysteriously enchanting. extremely romantic:  On a ragical moonlit night I watched LDS devotionals on the BYU channel while on LSD with a double amputee tranny dwarf  in a tiny wheelchair.
3. produced by a magician with radical political views: The anarchy rainbow over the capital building was ragical.
4. exceedingly cool as to take on an other worldly or super natural quality: Blago’s hair helmet is totally ragical.
5. extremely ironic to the point of magic.  The cheerleader used the word tragical to describe low school spirit, which ragically made her appear smarter at the pep rally.
–noun
6. a magician who holds or follows strong convictions or extreme principles.
7. an extremist who does magic.  a magical extremist.
8. a magician who advocates fundamental political, economic, and social reforms by direct and often uncompromising methods: A disguised ragical teleported past security and cast a spell on John Mcain to make him blink wildly and smile like an angry corpse during the  presidential debate.
-adverb
9. produced with ragical powers. A penis ragically appeared on George Bush’s face during the state of the union.  
10. produced by a tragic leprechaun, specifically Lucky’s brother, Gloomy.  tragic + magic + radical: The leftover milk after a bowl of Unlucky Charms is ragically delicious. 

Origin:
2009 theonlykellen’s blog; Magic + Radical.

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New Hairdo: The Blago

April 19, 2009 · 1 Comment

 

Since I am now a fully fledged blogger, I feel like I need a new hair style.  I’m thinking of switching to the “Blago,” the highly protective hair style currently popularized (patent pending) by celebrity ex-governor Rod Blagojevich.  I think that my hair has the luster and body to make it happen, not to mention I have the f#*&in’ attitude to pull it off.

 

My local mafia barber can easily handle the cut, and I can hold it neatly in place with military grade hair gel.  Desert Storm brand hair gel is the best on the market and costs 4000 bucks an ounce. 

 

Let me assure you that for the feeling of security I get when face my critics it’s worth every penny.  It was made before Operation Desert Storm was ever launched and is based on holding hair in place during an actual desert storm. 

 

The first desert storm was actually in the 80’s when Reagan applied a test batch of this stuff to his helmet before his stand off with Kadhafi.

 

By the way, you would not believe how ridiculous the prices are for military grade styling products and toiletries right now.

 

Hair styling technology is so advanced these days, that as long as you can grow hair, you can literally have any hair you want.  With some cash and a skilled stylist, you could have any of the styles pictured here.  You can have any length, color, cut, curl, implant, frizz, dreadlock, weave, braid, or fro imaginable. 

 

Speaking of high tech hair, due to the military grade quality of my Blago, I will be able to withstand criticism of any kind.  Even though it is clear that I am crooked, I will be able to adamantly deny any wrongdoing regardless of the evidence against me. 

 

Unlike other armor used by the U.S. military, they build the best goddamn hair helmets in the world.  Top brass take so much fire from critics that a rugged hair helmet is crucial.

 

True to his roughneck reputation, Stormin’ Norman Schwarzkopf did not wear a hair helmet when he stormed the desert of Iraq.  Real cowboys don’t need helmets. 

 

Like many fine but not so macho statesman before me, my Blago brand hair helmet will help me to fend off all criticism, criminal charges, and carpet blogging by angry extremists in the blogosphere. 

The Blago

The Blago. Talk to the hair.

 

 

A formidable helmet in his day

A formidable helmet in his day

You too can have the split microwaved poodle!

You too can have the split microwaved poodle!

One for each day of the week?

One for each day of the week?

The Wolf

The Wolf. His helmut is wired with GPS.

 

Stormin' Norman. Not even circumcised.

Stormin' Norman. Not even circumcised.

 

 

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Cemeteries: Suburbia for the dead

April 16, 2009 · 1 Comment

Cemeteries: Suburbia for the dead

Re-thinking the burial

Cemeteries are Ivory Homes suburban cookie cutter spec. home developments for the dead.  Stuffed corpses are packed into uniform, gridded plots with only trivial differences such as the size and detail of the headstones.  Ancestors visit the plot once a year to make sure that it has more flowers, balloons, and cheesy decorations than the neighbors’ plot.  If you can plant your corpse at the end of a really nice graveyard cul-de-sac on a hill you’ve really made it.  Sometimes kids need to be yelled at for playing on grave lawns.  Transitioning from a deadened suburban existence to a cemetery is practically seamless; just move your bloated corpse from the couch to the casket.

Texas graveyard law states that the casket must be buried 1.5 feet deep if the top is made of “impermeable” material, 2 feet if not. This is gross.  Think of the flooding in New Orleans, there were floating caskets.  Now think of global warming and sea levels rising.  Ewww. 

Most cemeteries in the United States are actually for-profit and rely on aggressive ‘pre-need’ plot sales.  Teams of sales people cold call the living to get them to act now and finance (mortgage?) their plots while supplies last.  Apparently this business is recession proof according to a brief survey of the industry. Capitalism always thrives on death.  

The burial process itself is disgusting.  Corpses are pumped full of toxic chemicals in order to preserve them forever and eventually they leach into the ground and pollute.  In no other context is it ok to pour gallons of toxic chemicals into the ground (at least not openly and ceremoniously).  At least 2 liters of nasty fluid are pumped into an adult during the embalming process.  Do the math.  Also, opulent caskets that cost thousands of dollars are immediately buried and left forever to rot. 

Xeriscaped cemeteries?  When hell freezes over.  Saudi Arabian graveyards are more lush than their golf courses.  I understand there’s a movement toward “green cemeteries.”  Sounds like “green” nuclear waste dumping to me.  Perhaps energy solutions could get a deal to import corpses from U.S. carpet bombing overseas when we finally reach peak capacity.

Zombie movies often involve cemetery mayhem of apocalyptic proportions and prove at very least that 2 feet deep is not enough.  One sign of the biblical apocalypse is when the dead rise from the grave.  Not even corpses can stand the places.  Grave robbers are the next pirates and should not be tempted by further populating these morbid suburbs of death.  Is it any coincidence that two of the scariest movie genres revolve around suburbs and cemeteries?

Some may say that headstones are cool.  I can agree with that.  Burying bodies stuffed with pollution is not a prerequisite. Necrophiliac orgies are also not an argument in favor of the graveyard.  After a week or so the magic kind of goes away, I’m told.

Seriously though, when will it end?  We are going to bury all 9 billion people currently living on the planet (minus those who are cremated or otherwise laid to rest) in graveyards.  The logical conclusion is that the entire earth will eventually become one massive cemetery. 

Inevitably we must rethink the burial.

When I die I want my family to pay off the mortician (since it is illegal to take possession of your own corpse) and take my body before they pump it full of formaldehyde.  I want them to drive me to the mountains and bury me in a previously decided secret location in the wilderness.  I want to be planted beneath a young blue spruce and allowed to decompose into rich compost so that my ancestors can come and visit the tree and know that it is me.  If I am loved, perhaps my loved one can be buried next to me in the same fashion.

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Biz Idea: Hooker Day Care

April 16, 2009 · 2 Comments

“Prostitute baby drop off” or “Hooker (nighttime) day care”

Single mothers who are prostitutes face a unique dilemma: what to do with the tots when they go to work?  Unlike other working single mothers, single mom hookers work odd hours; usually weekend nights, when there are few if any daycare solutions available to them.  Asking family and friends to help can be embarrassing, inconvenient, and uncomfortable. Nearly all mothers who work as prostitutes are likely also single.

I’m not here to judge, I don’t care what you do to make a living.  I think that access to daycare is important for all families when needed and hookers are certainly no exception.  Prostitutes have long been casualties of our moralistic society even though it means making the children the unwitting victims.

In light of these facts, I propose the following:

Grand opening!!!

The Sin ‘Der’ Garter: Late Night Day Care for Hooker Moms

Hours: 10 p.m.-5 a.m. Friday, Saturday.  Lunch hour Monday-Friday.

Price:  percentage of night’s earnings or hourly rate.

Locations:  Lobby of business traveler hotel for easy drop off/pick up.  I’m thinking either the Red Lion or the Holiday Inn Express by the airport.

Amenities: Changing room (for mothers), sponge bob info-toons on ‘what mommy does for money,’ stackable washer/dryer with extra delicate setting for freshening up between client meetings, sanitary products depository/commissary, clinic with standard childhood vaccinations AND STD testing and treatment, and crystal clear web cam/baby cam services.

Seriously, again, someone should get right on this.

 

 

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Letter to the editor of the Park Record

April 16, 2009 · 1 Comment

Dear editor,

People of Park City, do not allow the proposed speaker system on Main Street.  I know it sounds like a good way to lure shoppers into a hypnotic trance like state to the festive tunes of Donny and Marie Osmond and Kurt Bestor as they walk drooling and zombie like up and down Main Street with their credit cards limply hanging from their lifeless hands but it is not! 

Note the real purpose in the Main Street Alliance’s evil plot as reported in the Park Record: to broadcast messages during “emergencies.”  Of course Dana Williams was super excited about the potential of having his own broadcasting platform and would undoubtedly have the microphone to transmit right on his desk. 

Jim Jones, the cult leader of Jonestown responsible for the Jonestown massacre also had a microphone on his desk and would drone on for hours in a monotone brainwashing the residents of Jonestown that they were constantly under impending attack, should surrender all rights to him, and that an “emergency” was always looming. 

When was the last time Park City had a real emergency that would have benefitted from an Orwellian public address system over Main Street?  Never.  What type of “emergency” are they anticipating needing this system for, commies? terrorists?  A poor people’s uprising?  A double parked Escalade? Examples were ominously silent from the debate. 

As for the “satellite feeds” the alliance is hoping to pipe in, where are these satellites transmitting from?  The pentagon or CIA, I have no doubt.  Perhaps Park City should become the guinea pig for a national public address system and we can all be brainwashed 24/7 under the guise of an arbitrarily declared, permanent emergency.

Dana Williams: stick to broadcasting Grateful Dead covers on stage on the fourth of July and leave Main Street alone.

Respectfully,

Rubin Carter
Park City

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