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Current song on the radio=the above by Paul McCartney and Wings. I love the Beatles in all shapes and forms, and Wings songs are really odd, but overall good. My favorite Wings-related story comes from an episode of Full House. Joey, Danny, and Jesse have formed some kind of musical supergroup that sings "The House on Pooh Corner" to Nicky and Alex (aka Jesse's mophead twins), and of course Aunt Becky wants to join the group, but she has no musical talent. Either Danny or Joey suggests, "Just stick her in the back with a tambourine like Paul did with Linda McCartney." Full House: so witty, so wise.

Some crazy 99.9 news: I was looking back at old entries on my site today, and I found an interesting quote from my 3/18 entry: " I just need a radio station that's like a mixed tape and basically has a little bit of every genre (except perhaps Contemporary Christian Pop, I'm not a DC Talk fan) thrown in."So now I'm wondering if 99.9 reads my website, as obviously they answered my prayers. Recent social adventures. Thursday was a no-bar night. Crazy, but it was cold, everyone was tired, and it just didn't feel like summer. Friday night was another story. We began the evening with cocktails at Casa de Melanie, then headed over to Shorewood Fest. After walking through the carnival, which featured such rides as one in which passengers sat inside bear-shaped cabins (creepy) that was titled "Bear Affair" (creepier), we headed to the beer tent. We quickly realized we were among the youngest there, and the crowd included some creepy ZZ Top-esque (sans long beards) who wore their sunglasses at night and seemed to be peeping at passersby's butts a lot more than necessary. They were just lookin' for some tush, I guess. After appreciating the sounds of Five Guys Named Moe for a while (they had a Bon Jovi medley!), it was time to head out to Samy's. Samy's was its typical self, nothing too much of note, though the dance music choices were unusual. Melanie, Megan, and I had the chance to dance to such forgotten favorites as Paperboy's "Ditty" and 2 Live Crew's "Me So Horny." After a while, Megan and I headed out to Larsen's. It was apparently "bars I hadn't been to in a while" night. At Larsen's, we ran into O.J., Jeff and company, I sampled a drink called the "Bomb Pop" that was quite tasty (raspberry vodka and cranberry juice), and we escaped a very belligerent fellow bar patron. Quite an adventure. Saturday night Melanie and I headed out for another Naperville night. We hung out at Features and, of course, had nachos. It was an awesome night, not too many crazy stories but we met some fun people and were introduced to Chris Chelios' cousins, one of whom was also named Chris Chelios. Wacky.

I've mostly been relaxing the past couple days, continuing to improve my Ghosts in the Graveyard skills (and a new favorite, Kick the Can), and watching the Olympics, while doing my best to avoid the evil websites that publish results before they're televised. Yahoo has gotten wise and put the option on their page to hide Olympic results, but MSN hasn't been so charitable. I'm really glad I didn't know the results of last night's gymnastics, because Paul Hamm's comeback was incredible. I am also very entertained by his squeaky voice. He sounds like he borrowed Kerri Strug's voicebox. Tomorrow starts a new and potentially entertaining event, the trampoline. I don't know what this consists of, but it sounds hilarious. I just want to know when DDR is going to make it to the Olympics. It's got to be about even with rhythmic gymnastics for athleticism.

Tuesday night I went to see "Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle" with Shannon and Joe. This was an awesome movie. Absolutely hilarious, and it made White Castle actually look good. After a night on the town, I may have to finally give in and have a Slider sometime soon. So yeah, this movie was great, I'd give it about 3 1/2 stars on my comedy scale. I also saw "Thirteen Going on 30" recently on DVD. Very cute, awesome soundtrack, 3 stars.

On the way home from the movie the other night, we were listening to Joe's XM Satellite Radio. On the 80's station, they played a song by Eddie Murphy called "Boogie in Your Butt." You'll have to read the lyrics to believe that this song could actually exist. And in the news, Melanie recently emailed me this story:

Bear drinks campers' beer, passes out

Associated Press Aug. 19, 2004 07:15 AM
BAKER LAKE, Wash. - When state Fish and Wildlife agents recently found a black bear passed out on the lawn of Baker Lake Resort, there were some clues scattered nearby - dozens of empty cans of Rainier Beer.The bear apparently got into campers' coolers and used his claws and teeth to puncture the cans. And not just any cans.

"He drank the Rainier and wouldn't drink the Busch beer," said Lisa Broxson, bookkeeper at the campground and cabins resort east of Mount Baker.

Fish and Wildlife enforcement Sgt. Bill Heinck said the bear did try one can of Busch, but ignored the rest. The beast then consumed about 36 cans of Rainier.A wildlife agent tried to chase the bear from the campground but the animal just climbed a tree to sleep it off for another four hours.

Agents finally herded the bear away, but it returned the next morning.Agents then used a large, humane trap to capture it for relocation, baiting the trap with the usual: doughnuts, honey and, in this case, two open cans of Rainier.That did the trick."This is a new one on me," Heinck said. "I've known them to get into cans, but nothing like this. And it definitely had a preference."

Well, I'd always heard Busch beer sucked, but I guess now it's been proven. I don't know anything about Rainier now. Maybe this bear should do some taste tests and make a final judgement on the neverending battle between Miller and Bud. That's all for now. Adios!