The real version doesn’t look any better. The truth is documented here. Every so
often, a bearded, squiggled, gray specter travels with much swiftness, from
beginning to end, down Steele Street.
That flash. I was blinded by the blaze of unholy blue light.
That horrible picture of me cost 40 bucks. Pagh!
Hoof beats.
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March 29, 2005
techno geek are I
I am a self-proclaimed technology geek. I walk around with my wireless Bluetooth
headset in my ear, seemingly talking to myself, and get compared to a Borg by
people on the streets or in grocery store pantyhose isles. In the past I have
regaled my readers with tales of my techno Nokia 3650 cellular phone My-Cast
Doppler real-time weather forecast and radar capabilities.
I have some new phone tech to brag about. It’s called “Directions On The Go.”
This gives me complete on-device navigation with turn-by-turn, door-to-door
directions, a entire map of the area and thousands of built-in points of
interest including gas stations, parking lots, banks, landmarks, hoedown
locales, movie theatre addresses, pita and hummus attractions and more … right
on the phone! I’ll never get lost again. And if I am lost, I could no doubt find
a restaurant nearby.
Posted by RAD at 10:22 AM | Comments (4)
Humor
I like to think I have a sense of humor. I like to think that I am funny. Lately
though, I seem to think my funniness is not really comical to many. I try to
write humorous things on this radhole website. A lot of things are funny to me
and only me. My humor is amusing in my own mind I suppose. How does one know
they are funny? Is it when people tell them, “You’re funny. You’re a really
funny guy.”?
Funny like how?
Posted by RAD at 09:31 AM | Comments (5)
March 28, 2005
Bad Luck City
I saw Denver band Bad Luck City at 10:30 pm on Friday March 25, 2005, at the
Lion’s Lair on 2022 East Colfax Avenue, Denver, CO 80206. I was on the guest
list because I have connections. I got in for free, but I would have gladly paid
the cover charge.
I found myself right at home on Colfax, drinking my pint of Guinness inside the
dimly lit Lion’s Lair, surrounded by people from all walks of life, watching Bad
Luck City’s performance. I was thoroughly impressed by their sound. Their style
reminded me a lot of Angelo Badalamenti’s work, the mastermind composer behind
the scores for “Twin Peaks,” “Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me,” “Blue Velvet,”
“The Straight Story” and many more. I especially have the TP: FWWM’s “Pink Room”
song in mind. Anyone who is anyone knows which song I refer too. Genius.
This particular Friday night, Bad Luck City performed an untitled song,
tentatively named “Strapped,” which was written last Tuesday and it literally
blew me away. I was taken back to my olden, teenagey days of drug-induced haze
living. The band has talent; there is no doubt about that.
After the show, I picked up a copy of their self-titled debut album and a
t-shirt. I listened to the album approximately 5 times in a row and added the
album to my trusty MP3 player. Their music is mesmerizing. Barfight and 73
oldsmobile are my personal favorites. Their mixture of superbly haunting and
refreshing violin, slide guitar, harmonica, bass, drums and piano create a
unique sound. Dameon Merkl’s guttural, murky vocals add to the totality of the
ambience, meshing the music with lyrics that lean towards a darker tone. I hear
a Blues influence, in a sinister sort of dissimilar way.
I hope to see them live again and eagerly await new material. If you get the
chance, try to see Bad Luck City. Also, there are two songs available for
download at their website. Go there now. Buy their album. See them live. You
won’t regret it.

The cover of Bad Luck City’s album
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March 27, 2005
No Words 10
Write a caption for this image collage.
It’s fun.

Posted by RAD at 08:08 PM | Comments (5)
The Dale Family Mexican Easter Fiesta 2005

The Dale Family Mexican Easter Fiesta 2005 has come and gone. It has been a
tradition in the Dale family for as long as I can remember. Instead of
traditional Easter foodie stuffs like lamb, deviled eggs and ham, we have a
Mexican food potluck.
My belly is filled with the likes of my famous Chili Con Queso, corn chips,
burritos, chicken fajitas, chile rellenos, a myriad of delicious desserts, iced
tea, soders, freshly brewed coffee, nasty, filthy guacamole, sour creams,
cheeses, fresh lettuce, salsas, tostadas and many other Mexican cuisines. One
hasn’t really celebrated Easter until they feastly shove refried beans and flour
tortillas into their mouths. I find this family tradition to be a wonderful,
blessed thing. Don’t you wish you were a member of my family?
Last year I was in Kansas for the Mexican Easter Fiesta.

Mexican Foods, the twins and Chili Con Queso!
It was good seeing Grandma and Grandpappy Dale, Aunt Lisa and Grandma Bailey,
Aunt Shirley, Aunt Connie, Uncle Ed, Cousin Tina, Cousin Kristen, my mom and
sister all in one place.
Happy Easter.
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March 25, 2005
Out da ‘do by K & R
An email poem by K and myself that struck my fancy as GENIUS! Since I do not
have permission to use K’s name, I will just refer to this person as K. Okay?
Good. Now read and enjoy.
K
i am ready to go
out da do'
with the rain tho
i may have to row...
R
one can't row
out da 'do
without an unbrella yo
coz of the rain, no?
K
because one is po'
an umbrella is a no
but in the alternato
perhaps a poncho
R
being po'
means no dough
but a green and pink poncho
one cannot forego
K
in a few you will go
so i must hurry, yo
to get this last po-
em to the comedy ho
R
my face doth glow
email on pho(ne)
this comedy ho
am out da ‘do
Das Ende
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Edmund Curd
My great, great, great, great grandfather was Edmund Curd on my mother's side of
the family. He was father of William Hardy Curd.

I am very interested in my ancestry and have traced it back gaggles of
generations. Have you done your family tree?
Posted by RAD at 12:01 PM | Comments (7)
March 24, 2005
craigslist beamed into space
I found my current apartment using craigslist.
Craigslist recently did something totally cool. On March 11, the Deep Space
Communications Network beamed the first commercial transmission of a website
into space and it was from craigslist. Over one hundred thousand postings from
classifieds to jobs to housing and other goods were sent into cold vastness of
space. The transmission included a date and time stamp, as well as an audio
track identifying the message as originating from Earth.
I want to send my website into space. Maybe I’ll get some extraterrestrial
stalkers. That would be fun.
Posted by RAD at 11:10 AM | Comments (4)
Questions
Answer me these simple questions to the best of your abilities please. Be
creative:
Are rice crispy treats cake?
How many nooks could a nook mocker mock if a nook mocker would mock nooks?

Posted by RAD at 10:00 AM | Comments (12)
March 23, 2005
I Mock the SCA
Have you ever challenged a storm? Yes, like stormy weather. Have you ever shaken
your fist at the heavens to defy Mother Nature, daring her to fling more
dreadful weather your way?
I have.
I was reminded recently of a Droog camping trip. It was really an SCA trip. Yes,
The Society for Creative Anachronism, Inc. Have you ever heard of the SCA?
Huzzah friends. The SCA is an international organization dedicated to
researching and re-creating the arts and skills of pre-17th-century Europe. Hip.
Hip. Huzzay!
Many years ago I participated in two SCA events. I drank wine from a
beeswax-lined horn. My guise was that of Amos O’Banion, the Solid Waste
Treatment King of the Outlands.
I hated the SCA. It was fun hanging out with friends and all, but the whole
period garb, not wearing costumes means you are naked and calling someone by
their SCA name in mundane life were just a few of the things that bothered me.
To me he was nerdy Joe Smyth, the computer tech from the 3rd floor, not M’Lord
Ragnahr Swathsingh, Lord of the Special Mushroom Tea and Surveyor of the
Dirt-mouth Battlefield.
Oh yes, I wore the garb. I wore the poofy pants. I wore an extravagant
Renaissancey shirt. I had a period, stylish leather carrying pouch on a rawhide
belt affixed with and sheath that sported a real dagger/knife blade. I had feast
gear, a leather mug, wooden eating utensils and a strange stone talisman
necklace. As Amos O’Banion, I walked the camp in a drunken mead stupor,
brandishing a massive barbequed turkey leg instead of a mock sword.

Russ as Amos O’Banion in Garby Delight
I live in Caerthe (Denver), in the Outlands, but I do not in any way bow down to
their Royal Majesties Ibrahim and Ileana, Sultan and Sultana of the Outlands!
Huzzah. I am particularly fond of Sultana’s great songs “Oye Como Va,” “Black
Magic Woman” and “Love Of My Life” (Featuring Dave Matthews)!
Back to the story of storm challenging: It was Founder’s Feast, aka Silverpass,
where MELT, aka Alexander, and I made a chicken fettuccini dinner for our Droog
encampment. We started making the quadruple batch for all of our friends over a
campfire and several propane stoves. The smells were heavenly. Stragglers,
bootblacks and beggars from all over the event wandered into our campsite
because the garlic smell was so intense throughout the forest that even wildlife
strayed into our sacred area.
I shoved them away, in glorious SCA style, with a hearty “Be gone fiend, this
garlic feast is fit for their Royal Majesties, not the likes of you ghastly sir!
Take thyself away from our camp lest we beat you and your shabby garb down with
duct tape-covered rattan sticks. I, myself, Amos O’Banion, the Solid Waste
Treatment King of the Outlands, have no apprehension with cleaving thee over thy
gob-head with mine wicker battleaxe! Be gone! Go carry out your archery skills
or drown your hungers in the homebrew tent you festering peasant! Leave us so
that we may roast in peace! Patooey!” I would drink longingly from the horn,
letting it spill down my front.
We cooked diligently and the skies opened up. The wind howled. Lightning
crashed. Rain and hail fell from the heavens. The Droogs rallied and created a
makeshift tarp that covered the cooking area, keeping MELT and I relatively dry
so we could cook. The wind raced through the trees, causing the rain to fall
horizontally. I stood on a tree stump, thrusting my spatula into the sky,
begging for lightning to strike me down, screaming at the top of my lungs,
“Sweet Mother Earth, is that all you’ve got for us!? Show us real weather! We
will not be beaten down by the likes of you! Our hunger will be sated before
this storm comes to an end! Your climate will not bring us sadness!”
The storm grew more intense but we continued to cook.
We dished out the meal to salivating friends in the encampment and ate huddled
under the tarp, feasting on such a batch of chicken fettuccini worthy of Kingly
and Queenly dinning. The storm was challenged. We won. We feasted. Good times.
Hip Hip Huzzah.
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March 22, 2005
new clutch
I had to get a new clutch for my poor automobile Miss Missy. MY LUCK WITH CARS
IS VERY UNLUCKY! Gene, the Dale family mechanic for years and years and years,
is in the process of putting the new clutch in this very instant. Gene is a good
guy. I like to imitate Gene. Gene knows cars. I am thankful for Gene. Thanks
Gene.
I hope to have wheels again either today or tomorrow. It’s a pain not being
mobile.

Miss Missy gets hauled on a flatbed truck.
Posted by RAD at 08:55 AM | Comments (0)
March 21, 2005
RIP John DeLorean

DeLorean, developer of the stainless-steel, gull-winged car that bore his name
and became engrained in American culture after director Robert Zemeckis used a
DeLorean as a time machine in the 1985 film "Back to the Future" and its two
sequels, has died of complications from a stroke. He was 80 years old.
The DeLorean is my favorite car. See the DeLorean Motor Company website.

Posted by RAD at 12:23 AM | Comments (12)
searching for the future

staring at the empty streets
searching for the future
looking left and right
forward and back
up and down
seeing smiling faces
hearing calming voices
the empty streets
the future
the calming voices
the smiling faces
left and right
the future is here
up and down
empty streets
searching
Posted by RAD at 12:04 AM | Comments (2)
March 20, 2005
Breakfasty Goodness
One of the joys of having your own kitchen means one can create delicious
breakfast sammich’s in the comfort of your own home. Behold the bacony, eggy,
cheesy, bagel breakfast sammich created by my own hand.

A RAD Breakfast Sammich
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March 17, 2005
Comic Book Collecting
In 1988, starting in 6th grade, I began collecting comic books. Wolverine was my
favorite. I also liked X-Men, The Incredible Hulk, Superman, Spiderman and many
others. My brother and I would travel long and far to All C’s Collectables for
our comic fix. I would ride a bike and pull him on a skateboard. We were very
fiendish and overprotective of our comics.
We had white backing-boards and placed the comics inside plastic non-acidic
baggies sealed with double-sided tape, meticulously situating them in order in
cheaply decorated cardboard comic boxes. We bought comic book price-guides and
kept our ears open for the newest, most exciting new issues. I would sometimes
double or triple bag the ones I thought would be worth something. Something
tells me now that my many different covered, unsealed copies of X-Force # 1 were
a waste of my childhood monies.
I once laid all of my Wolverine comics on the ground, in numerical order, and
took pictures of them, basking in the glory of my wondrously impressive Wolvie
collection.
One time, my sister became so enraged that we did not pick her up TCBY frozen
yogurt on our return journey that she chased me through the house with a shoe. I
locked myself in the bathroom and she kicked a hole in the door and then
proceeded to rip the cover off of my newly purchased Wolverine #7. Jen and I
would always joust for the amusement of our older brother.
They were good reads though and I occasionally pick up some old issues to
re-read. I still have most of my comic books in storage.

Cartoony Russ Dale – Former Comic Book Collector
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Jiffy Pop, Jiffy Pop, Jif, Jif, Jiffy Pop
I love Jiffy Pop popcorn. The self-contained popping pan makes all of the
difference. I remember eating Jiffy Pop as a child on our family camping
vacations in California. I remember sitting in the campground, eating loads of
fresh Jiffy Pop, watching the fireworks display from the Disneyland. I need to
dig out an old photo of the Dale family huddled around the campground picnic
table.
Buy Jiffy Pop at grocery and convenience stores today! Relive old times by
preparing the Jiffy Pop on a stove range or camp stove. You’ll be glad you did.
Jiffy Pop, Jiffy Pop, Jif, Jif, Jiffy Pop, I love Jiffy Pop, Jiffy Pop yum.

Making Jiffy Pop Popcorn
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March 16, 2005
Myspace -- a place for friends
Do you have a Myspace profile yet? It’s a neat place to meet people. Myspace: A
Place for Friends. Here is mine.
Posted by RAD at 12:18 PM | Comments (2)
March 15, 2005
Dust Devils Give Life
This is a really neat story. The Spirit Mars Rover, which has been slowly
loosing power due to dust collecting on it’s solar arrays, was apparently hit by
a Martian dust devil which cleaned the solar arrays off. The rover’s power
reading quickly shot up to almost as high as when the rover landed on Mars over
a year ago! That’s good news. More science from the ailing Spirit. These twin
rovers are still going strong.

Spirit’s rear hazard-avoidance camera caught these glimpses of dust devils in
Gusev Crater
Follow the Mars Rover missions here.
Posted by RAD at 02:13 PM | Comments (1)
WALL
Thisbe
O wall, full often hast thou heard my moans,
For parting my fair Pyramus and me!
My cherry lips have often kiss'd thy stones,
Thy stones with lime and hair knit up in thee.
I once had the grand fortune of delivering this line when I was in Bill
Shakespeare’s “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” whilst wearing a dress, wig and harlot
make-up. Good times.
I use this to segue into showing off my media wall, as I am a certified media
whore. DVDs and books. Gaze until stupor friends. Gaze at the Back to the Future
lunchbox!!!!

Russ’ Media Wall
Posted by RAD at 09:12 AM | Comments (2)
March 14, 2005
whomp
The word of the day is whomp
whomp
[n] A loud, heavy blow or thud.
Use whomp in a sentence. Here are my contributions:
1.) Many bad drivers deserve a polite whomp to the back of the head and their
licenses taken, shredded, burned and buried in the desert approximately 150
miles from civilization.
2.) I would like a whomp sammich please, on rye, with extra mayonnaise and a
side of slaw. To go.
3.) A self-proclaimed dunderhead and comic book enthusiast, Mr. Rodney “Whomp”
Inertjaw owned 14 mint-condition copies of 1992’s “Spawn” #1. He watchfully
leaned them against white backing-boards and placed them inside plastic
non-acidic baggies sealed with double-sided tape, meticulously situating them in
a lead-lined cardboard comic box underneath his clover/alfalfa pallet-bed where
he could lie in wait upon dreaming of the glorious 21 American dollars a piece
he could score if he sold them this very instant to the millions of Spawn
collectors around the globe.
4.) I’m cuckoo for whomp.
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March 13, 2005
to do in the Denver
I added a new category today for this here radhole: to do in the Denver
Enjoy.

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Stella's Coffee Haus
Meg knows the pulse of the Denver. In my own neighborhood, of which I have yet
to fully explore since I moved 2 weeks ago, she turned me on to a local coffee
Haus called Stella’s Coffee Haus. Stella’s is within walking distance from my
new place and the coffee was excellent. After a short walk, in the chill wind of
a snowy March day, Meg and I sat under the heat lamps on the front patio sipping
our coffee beverage as small snowflakes fell. Meg forgot a substantial jacket,
so I loaned her mine because I never get cold. I had to take a picture of her in
my massive jacket. Notice the tiny U2 pin on it. Huzzah.

A pleasant afternoon at Stella’s Coffee Haus
I picked up a copy of The Washington Park Profile, a free community newspaper.
I love the new neighborhood in which I live. It’s vastly superior to Aurora. I
grew up and lived in A-Town for years.
Check out Stella’s Coffee Haus at 1476 S. Pearl St., Denver, CO 80212,
303-777-1031
Stella’s is right across the street from the Pearl Street Grill, a place I'll
have to visit in the coming days. It’s also near the Sushi Den, but I’m not a
big fan of sushi.
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March 11, 2005
Neanderthal Skeleton
Fascinating. Anthropologists have built a "Frankenstein" Neanderthal skeleton,
the first and only full-body reconstruction of the species.

neanderthal (left) Image credit: John Wiley & Sons, Inc
I wish to be a Neanderthal for Halloween.
Posted by RAD at 10:52 AM | Comments (4)
ROTS trailer #2
The new trailer for Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith is pretty
awesome. Have you seen it? This movie will be excellent. This I know for sure.
It may get a PG-13 rating. Excellent. It's said to be "very dark." Even better.
The Dark Lord of the Sith Darth Vader isn't no PG. When Mace rolls up with his
posse and Palpatine pulls out his shit, awesome!!!
My mother, sister and I went crazy for the trailer last night. We’re hot for
ROTS!
Posted by RAD at 09:25 AM | Comments (8)
March 09, 2005
Colorado Quarter
Vote for the new Colorado Quarter. I voted for #3 because it is the best.
Decide what you think will be the best, although number 3 is the best so vote
for it.

the best design
Posted by RAD at 01:11 PM | Comments (10)
spackle
The word of the day is spackle
spackle
[n] powder (containing gypsum plaster and glue) that when mixed with water forms
a plastic paste used to fill cracks and holes in plaster.
Use spackle in a sentence. Here are my contributions:
1.) I will spackle his mouth closed if he utters one more thing about candy
corns.
2.) Would spackle close the radhole?
3.) Don’t cackle or hackle for spackle.
4.) I’m cuckoo for spackle.

Posted by RAD at 11:11 AM | Comments (1)
Jimmy Burps

Posted by RAD at 09:23 AM | Comments (4)
March 08, 2005
I shat for cook-off
I am about to start organizing a series of cook-offs between my friends and I.
Normsquatch seems to think that something akin to his grub sauce might very well
take the prize of bragging rights/prestige and even a nice gold plaque. I will
not enter my famous garlicy chicken fettuccini or even my perfected biscuits and
gravy breakfast into the competition. I will create a new dish that will cause
all judges to salivate upon even smelling the goodly concoction.
Unfortunately, as a precursor to the upcoming cook-offs, a demon omen flooded my
days as I food poisoned myself yesterday. It was the first time any such event
has happened, and I’ve been cooking since I was a wee lad of 4-years-old.
Grandpappy Bailey taught me how to cook in the old trailer in Pueblo Colorado.
It could have been the beef. It could have been the rancid butter. It could have
been the milk that expired 2 days ago. It could have been a myriad of things.
All I know is that as I was sitting, hours upon end, on the toilet, shedding and
shat-ing the foulness from my body, I contemplated recipes for the upcoming
cook-offs. I do my best thinking sitting on the toilet. I will not let the food
poisoning stop me from bringing home gold in the cook-off competition.
Posted by RAD at 08:00 AM | Comments (4)
11:11

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March 07, 2005
radflight
I am very contemplative at 12:13 in the morning.
See RADFLIGHT @ the radhole (sound required!)
“All my life I wanted to fly,
Like the birds that you see way up in the sky;
Making circles in the morning sun,
Flying high in the sky ‘til the day is done.”
-- I Can't Break Away Performed by Big Pig, Written by Mitchell Bottler & Gary
Zekley, Produced by Nick Launay
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March 06, 2005
BBQ Grill Mastah
Today's high temperature was 66° Fahrenheit. It was glorious outside and very
sunny. Spring is in the air. It was a perfect day to fire up the ol’ charcoal
grill and cook some pork tenderloin. I am a grill mastah and grill anytime. I
particularly enjoy arctic grilling, that is, grilling during a snowstorm. Do you
grill?

Russ stoops to the grill's level
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March 04, 2005
Happy Birthday RADHOLE
RADHOLE was started 1 year ago today. Read the 1st post: RADHOLE DEFINITIONS.
Posted by RAD at 09:09 AM | Comments (7)
March 03, 2005
The gangs all here

My “stuffed animal nook” includes the likes of Lowell the Little Green Alien,
Hern Spock, Master Yoda, Einstein action figure, a massive plush Guinness pint,
a homemade pizza pilla and a tiny teddy bear.
Posted by RAD at 08:13 AM | Comments (13)
Lip-synch hilarity
This chap reminds me of myself.

This is hilarious. Sound required.
Posted by RAD at 08:04 AM | Comments (1)
March 01, 2005
The Soppy
The Soppy is a deliciously classic meat sauce! It has been in my family for
generations. Soppy is great on steaks, chicken, fish, turkey and even pheasant.
Its ingredients are a well kept Bailey family secret. Legend has it that my
great-great grandfather on my mother’s side, William Rutledge Bailey, born
November 10,1846 in Knox County, Ohio, first threw down the Soppy on a massive
hog he was cooking over a freakishly large fire pit at his prairie homestead in
Pratt Kansas. He slathered the hog with the Soppy and his wife Lucy and the
Bailey childrens William, Whitney J. (my great grandfather) Henry Chase, Oliver
E., Florella F. and Judson L. feasted on the flavorly enhanced meat. Soppy glaze
is still used for special occasions. Soppy. Soppy! SOPPY! I will never tell the
recipe.
Posted by RAD at 12:32 PM | Comments (5)