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Buffalo Lasagna anyone?
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October 29, 2004
A Texan in Colorado 1
Vicki is visiting from Texas. Here are a few photos of Day One adventures:

Russ Dale

Vicki and Russ
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City and County Building From State Capitol Steps

Vicki 5280 feet high

The Colorado State Capitol

The Colorado State Capitol Dome

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Vicki and Russ
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October 27, 2004
Chocolate Chong Honored by Squalor Society of Greater Denver
Here is a snappy .pdf press release and BREAKING NEWS about Chong. If you are
lazy, a text version of the story is below.
BREAKING NEWS
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
radhole headquarters: Denver, Colorado
27 October 2004
RELEASE: 12-0001-0112
Chocolate Chong Honored by Squalor Society of Greater Denver
The diva of our time, Chocolate Chong, was honored this evening at a gala event.
“A Tribute to Dumpster Living: Our Hero Chocolate Chong,” was held in a Holiday
Inn conference room. Organizers estimate 300 people attended the event from all
walks of life. Chong, a squalor survivor and former hoarder, received the “Trash
Survivor Award” from SSOGD, the Squalor Society of Greater Denver.
Chong, whose real name is Pierre Chocolat Chongé, arrived at the affair in a
maroon 1954 Chevy 3100 1st series ½ ton 5 window pickup truck. With him were 2
unidentified women dates. The unidentified beauties insisted they were on his
arms of their own free will, “Are you kidding me? I begged Chong to go with him.
Reluctantly he agreed,” said one of the women.
For 10 years Chong lead the underground life of a hoarder. If one takes a
ghastly peek into a hoarder's bedroom, one may find boxes, used fast food
containers, soda cans and perhaps an old Christmas wreath littering the shabby
floor. If that same someone went into the basement, they might find hundreds of
empty boxes that a hoarder can't bear to part with.
Chong's friends became worried about him when he steadfastly refused to ever
have visitors over to his home. It was his friends who contacted Dr. Herbert
Cottage, "Obviously his hoarding came from material deprivation in childhood,"
said Cottage, a professor of psychology, "such filthiness can only be attributed
to that. Chong can thank his friends that they cared enough to seek him help.
Sweet Jesus, they even found the carcass of Joachim, his Miniature Shetland
pony, in the kitchen!"

Friend Brenda Slaglemyer said of Chong's home, "Piled three feet high on the
floors of the basement were bags of garbage, scattered clothing, rotted food,
boxes, small appliances, magazines and newspapers that dated back as long as
seven years."
Chong once described his sleeping arrangements, "In my 'bedroom', behind a
three-foot hurdle of milk cartons and debris, I slept on a smallish bed. The
mattress was buried under grubby clothing, food containers and was
crammed/sunken over the years by the weight of mine body," Chong wearily stated,
obviously disgusted by himself, "To get into my cradle, or as I called it 'my
fortress fort,' I had to climb up a heap of rubbish and slide down the other
side, which was slick with my own bodily wastes. I am so ashamed of my hoarding
past!"

Hoarding: a hush-hush shame
Compulsive acquisition - hoarders acquire extras of things, just in case.
Disorganization - hoarders find organization difficult, so things end up in
haphazard piles.
Difficulty discarding - they really can't throw anything away without severe
anxiety.
Chong once stated of his filth, "I needed those boxes. I needed every bit of
precious material in that place. I got help! I am no longer in the throes of the
disorder! I live a foulness free life. I am a proud squalor survivor!
Thanks to his good friends, he overcame such filthy odds to become a fully
functional member of society. With help from intense counseling, he learned to
make discarding decisions himself, shedding all of his earthly goods and
thoroughly cleansing his measly shanty. Now a Diva, Chocolate dedicates his life
to helping all people.
Transcript of Chocolate Chong’s brief speech:
“Thank you everyone for throwing me this event and presenting me the “Trash
Survivor Award.” Y’all have been real gracious and kind. I would first like
recognize a long-lost friend, my Miniature Shetland pony Joachim, whose carcass
I kept frozen in the kitchen freezer for 7 years so he would always be near me.
Joachim loved eating oats from my customized oat bag. I miss him deeply.
I wouldn’t be here today if it weren’t for the people who love me. Brenda
Slaglemyer, Tomas McDudright, Sherry Studer, Willie Frankton, Sy Kipple, Russ
Dale, Leon Pediscote and countless others. When I was living amidst piles of
filth, crawling between rancid pizza boxes and rotting fruit, it was my friends
that made all the difference. When I used to leap from soiled spot to soiled
spot and the flies would mug me from all sides, it was my friends who guided me
towards help. When my sewers would spew forth an odd amalgam of feces, body
hair, moist towelettes, minced garlic and lettuce, it was my friends who led me
on the path of cleanliness.
The hazardous materials clean-up crew once extracted three 40-foot dump trailers
of trash from my home. That’s 8 tons of refuse! I can now say that I produce 2
to 3 hefty bags of garbage a week. No more. No less. I have lived on. I bask in
cleanly living. Me no hoarder my belongings no more. Thank you.”
Chong received a standing ovation. He signed 8x10 glossies and posed for
pictures with members of the audience before going home to sleep.
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Posted by RAD at 10:19 PM | Comments (2)
RAD 2020 vs. Cooper 2020
It looks like the RAD 2020 Presidential Campaign has competition. A 21-year-old
child named Matt Cooper is running for President of the USA in 2020 just like I
did so many years ago. His website is Cooper 2020.

I actively campaigned for President from 1999-2002. Although my campaign was a
joke more along the lines of Pat Paulson’s campaign, just the thought of having
competition makes me want to come out of campaigning retirement just to
undermine the Cooper 2020 operation. Is that hateful? No. I see it as a duty to
my country.
I wished him luck however. I sent him an email praising his dreams, visions and
website. He replied, “i'll see you in Iowa then”. That is the minimum amount of
energy one can take when formulating a reply to such praise. Kind of makes you
think how he’ll be on the campaign trail. I’m all charisma though and foresee
very one-sided debates. My side. More to come.
Posted by RAD at 09:51 AM | Comments (3)
October 25, 2004
Ashlee is a lip-syncer!!!
Her record company blamed a computer glitch and she blamed her band. Ashlee
Simpson got caught lip-syncing on “Saturday Night Live” this past weekend. A
video is here.
This is hilarious. There is nothing more extraordinary than national
embarrassment of a teeny-booper “singer” to make a tired Monday more enjoyable.
This gives new meaning to the words “no talent.” Live television is great. It
wouldn’t have happened had she attempted to actually sing the songs that make
her so much money.
How will Saturday Night Live recover from such a blatant audio mistake? I know.
SNL now has the perfect sketch to do next week when EMINEM is on. If they don’t
do some sort of lip-sync bit, I will be highly disappointed. Mr. Marshall
Mathers aka “The Beavah” Eminem would be the perfect guy to mock Miss Simpson. I
really hope they do it. Come on SNL, it’s ideal comedy ripe for the taking. It’s
comedy gold!
I would like to see Mr. Mathers lip-sync the very song Ashlee Simpson was
lip-syncing. That would be awesome. I doubt it though.
Posted by RAD at 08:39 AM | Comments (11)
October 22, 2004
I Voted Early 2004
I have never voted before in my life. “What?” you cry. It’s true.
But this day, my almost 29th year on Earth, I voted early. Indeed friends, I
voted in the crucial 2004 United States of America election today. My duty as an
American citizen with a right to choose has been fulfilled. I was excited.
The small orange room was crammed with people and equipment. I noticed a lot of
decrepit people like to vote early. I had to wade through a horde of infirm
elderly folks, climb over 2 walkers and an oxygen tank on my way to booth number
5. I think the giant number of aged voters caused the early vote process to take
2 or 3 times longer than it should have.
These poor people were collapsing under the pressures. Heart monitor equipment
is some loud shit. Most of the voters looked unwell and frail. I tried to hold
my breath for fear of catching an airborne degenerative skin disorder floating
throughout the buildings ducts.

“I voted early and alls I got was this cheapy sticker.”
Whom did I vote for? That’s none of your damn business Palie. I voted
Kerry/Edwards. I voted Ken Salazar for US Senate. I voted for Referendum 4A, the
FasTracks rapid transit plan. I voted for Amendment 35, raising the tobacco tax.
I voted for Amendment 87, the controversial “Feed the Babies Overcooked Gristle”
amendment that has Colorado bitterly divided. Hard to chew foodie goodness is a
must have in this dangerous world; so yes was my vote.
I also voted to shred down the Colorado State Capital building to make way for
future’s progress: building a McDonalds restrent and check cashing business.
I voted to outlaw West Nile Virus carrying mosquitoes. And most importantly, I
voted to hinder non-apple embracing coleslaw manufacturers and their grubby
apple-less coleslaw.
Please vote on November 2, 2004.

Russ Dale smirks after voting early
Posted by RAD at 09:25 PM | Comments (2)
Soon the return 3c

Chocolate Chong returns at the Tejon St. Turkey Pub Crawl on November 14, 2004.
Register by November 4.
Posted by RAD at 01:26 PM | Comments (0)
John L. "Jack" Swigert, Jr.

On his quest for Lowell, MELT took a coveted picture of John L. “Jack” Swigert,
Jr. in the B Concourse of Denver International Airport. I have wanted to take a
picture of the landmark for a while. Danke Hern.

Posted by RAD at 01:51 AM | Comments (0)
October 21, 2004
My carbohydrate intake reached maximum this morning
I had a carb heavy brunch this morning at Dumitri’s Family Restaurant at 1911 S
Havana St., Aurora, CO 80014. Dumitri is an old family friend. His daughter went
to elementary school with me. She was in Brownies with my sister. I had
egg-cetera: scrambled eggs, B&G, potatoes, bacon, rye toast and Concord grape
jelly. I love the word jelly. I love when jelly is unknowingly smeared
haphazardly over faces.

I got full quickly and didn’t even touch the gang of potatoes on my plate. So
there! Don’t lecture me on my brunch. It was a goodly brunch. As a friend of
mine is so fond of saying, I was in a stupefied “carb coma.” At least I didn’t
eat a blubber omelet, lard cakes, a butter Slurpee and 75 ounces of buttermilk
at brunch! I love breakfast.
I then picked up some new shafts and flights for my darts. I’m a shaft and
flight purchaser. I’m a dart thrower and disc golfer. I do not throw darts at
people. I only throw darts at dartboards. And crooks who are crooking in my
line-of-sight.
In other news, soon Vicki is coming from Texas to Colorado for a visit. The days
are counting down. I hope she does not murder me. lol. Stay tuned for plenty of
pictures from our wacky adventures here in the Mile High City. Maybe it will
snow.
Posted by RAD at 05:29 PM | Comments (3)
October 20, 2004
Team America: World Police review (2004)
Team America: World Police (2004)
I initially did not want to see this movie. Why would I want to see a freakish
puppet movie with the voice talent from South Park? I’ve never been a fan of
South Park, although there are some damn funny and irreverent episodes. My
favorite South Park character is Mr. Hankey the Christmas Poo. Feces and
Christmas went hand-in-hand in the Dale house growing up, but mostly just feces.

I caved in and saw the movie because of all the hype. It has been touted as “the
funniest film of the year.” I hardly agree. Coloradoans Trey Parker and Matt
Stone have done it again however. It had some great parts, but it’s mostly
ridiculous and doesn’t work very well, especially the brainless one-on-one fight
scenes. The puppets smack each other around, showing the obvious limitations of
the puppets themselves. They probably would have had more success if they used
CG.
I also saw this movie to conquer my fear of marionette puppets. It hardly
worked. I think my mind is even more wounded now.

The puppets are abnormally frightening
The visuals were just plain creepy. I shuttered in my seat from the very start
of the movie and my uneasiness continued throughout the whole film. Nothing
makes my skin crawl more than watching inanimate objects showing emotion, moving
awkwardly and even fucking. Yes fucking! To get the R rating instead of NC-17,
the hot puppet-fucking scene had to be re-cut 9 times. I look forward to the
Director’s Cut DVD just to see the puppet-fucking scene in its original glory.
One thing is for sure, the fucking puppets represent. Oh yes they represent.
They show the audience many human fornication techniques found in the Kama
Sutra. It’s the most hilarious part of the movie, if puppet-fucking can be
called hilarious. I enjoyed it, although I expected the puppets to show up in my
dreams, using their puppeteer control strings to strangle me. Marionettes
startle me much like the forbidding Muppet Swedish Chef.
Comedic Genius Phil Hendrie was the voice of Intelligence the computer.
I found amusing how Team America went into different countries to fight
terrorism and ended up saving the day while causing a gaggle of collateral
damage. They destroy many Paris landmarks and the Great Pyramids in Egypt
throughout the movie … all in the name of freedom. It was funny.
Overall, the film is entertaining but I won’t see it again in the theaters.
1997’s Orgazmo was better. 1999’s South Park: Bigger, Longer & Uncut was even
better. Even Baseketball was better. Team America: World Police is a horrifying
“visual achievement” but the creators were obviously limited. I have a hankering
that the studio restricted and censored them a majority of the time. If these
guys would be left alone to really create, I think they could generate the
greatest comedic achievement of all time.
I would really like to know if the studio gave them any problems. Obviously they
did, considering 9 different edits of the puppet-fucking scene. I enjoy writing
the term puppet-fucking.
Matt Stone said in an interview, “We have a sex scene with puppets and [they]
are not even anatomically correct, because they're like Barbie and Ken dolls.
And we put them in little positions and rub them together and [play] some pretty
music.” The sexual intercourse scenes are almost like how I innocently used to
play-emulate sex between my inarticulate action figures of Han Solo and Princess
Leia … but different.
I suggest seeing this film in the theater, because I think it will loose
something on the small screen. And the funny thing about the whole thing is that
the movie is rated R for graphic, crude and sexual humor, violent images and
strong language - all involving bloodcurdling, ill at ease moving puppets. I
hate marionettes. I really hate marionettes.
Jen: you’re lucky you didn’t see this movie.
Posted by RAD at 12:10 AM | Comments (4)
October 19, 2004
Happy Birthday Jeff
Happy Birthday wishes to my younger brother J. Charles. Happy 26th Jeffie boy!
Posted by RAD at 07:07 PM | Comments (3)
Chocolate Chong surfaces on the MySpace website
BREAKING NEWS
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
radhole headquarters: Denver, Colorado
October 19, 2004
RELEASE: 17-0701-1133
Chocolate Chong surfaces on the MySpace website
Chocolate Chong, who was supposedly killed in Athens Greece during rehearsals
for the Summer Olympic game opening night ceremony in August, has surfaced on
MySpace. MySpace is a free service to view profiles, connect with others, blog,
rank music and much more.
Chong’s profile on MySpace.
According to his weird profile, Chong likes all people, has a foot fetish and is
bisexual. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Other interests of Chong
are salt-water botany, sensual massage, Shetland ponies and funny commercials.
The writer of this fake press release interviewed Chong about his rise from the
dead, “I faked my death,” said Chong, “The massive amount of fame and notoriety
I received began to take a toll on my personal life. I want to punt the
paparazzi for bothering me day in and day out.”
When quizzed on the rather violent nature of his death he replied, “The javelin
never pierced my body self. It was all trickery and fake blood. I am sure my
friend, US Javelin chucker Kiki McWomack, will be happy I am still alive.”
“I like his freakish profile,” said Chong’s best friend Russ Dale, “I hope he
gets contacted by all sorts of society dregs.”
Chong has been contacted by Fast Eddie of Where’s Eddie Productions to
participate in The Tejon St. Turkey Pub Crawl on November 14th in Colorado
Springs. Chong will be there. It will mark a new era in the history of this
beloved character.
More soon.
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Posted by RAD at 07:05 PM | Comments (0)
October 17, 2004
I was once a BBS goon
Look at this picture of MELT, BMF and I circa 1993.

MELT, RAD and BMF = goons
We’re goons. Goon might be a harsh term. We’re definitely geeks. But we’ve got
swagger. Undeniably got swagger. For some odd reason, my U2 hat looks
disturbingly large.
Wanna know how geeky I am? TEXTFILES.COM has a historical list of every dial-up
Bulletin Board System that ever was. The BBS’ MELT and I ran from 1990-1992 in
the 303 CO-DEN area on this list. They were called Vision øf Anarchy and The
Bottomless Slurpee. These BBS’ were the genesis for The Droogs.
The creator and Webmaster of TEXTFILES.COM has made a seven episode series
called BBS: THE DOCUMENTARY. I am thinking of purchasing it. If you order before
November 10th, you get to put a paragraph of text on the final DVD. Think of the
possibilities. -Russ faints-
Posted by RAD at 02:14 AM | Comments (4)
October 16, 2004
Make a Dex Check Shrouded Gamer
The Call
Calling all fissure trolls and darkness stalkers! Hip Hip Huzzay travelers! Open
up your portable hole and heave out your sword-of-flight oh mighty Gamers! We’re
about to engage in fantastic medieval war games! I don’t care if you look like
an idiot dressed in flowing robes, pointy hat and white ProWing Velcro sneakers
while sporting your bow and quiver of elemental arrows. Your massive plastic
watch only adds disgrace to your appearance Grodim the Cave Tenant!
Everyone! Get out your 20-sided die from the silken dice bags so stylishly
affixed to your leather belt. Polish off your musty, pizza grease-stained
character sheets. Show some pride foo! Redraw the likes of your character in the
little “appearance” box! Make sure your period garb costumes are dry-cleaned and
ready for the campaign. Contact the 33-year-old shut-in, longhaired, shaggy
bearded Dungeon Master. Dungeons and Dragons, the role-playing game, is 30 years
old.
A Dungeon Master Speaks
“Listen. Quickly! Take note Grodim! Pay attention to me, your Dungeon Master,”
Leon “DM” Walloworth says. He then whispers, “You are separated from the group.
Behind you is a flying, mythical gold Dragon beast. You might be stricken with
fear at its terrifying ‘Dragon Howl of Opaque Terror.’ You must role my custom
50-sided die to see if you are caught in fright stupor. If the role succeeds,
and you are not affected by the howl, then what do you do? But if the role
fails, I tell you now that the very skin from your elfish bones will be worn to
shreds by the gold Dragon.”
I gamed
I’m a recovering gamer. I was a gamer in my youth days. I’ve played D&D,
Forgotten Realms, CyberPunk, Werewolf, CarWars, Vampire and a few other
rinky-dink role-playing rip-offs. I am highly qualified to mock and jeer at
people who still play. “The game allows you to live through a character of your
favorite fantasy books," gamers proclaim. Pagh! Get involved in acting at your
school or organize a play for the community. Channel your role-playing powers!
The Computer
It’s not about paper, pencil, dice, costumes, pizza, weed, a group of friends,
mushrooms, mescaline and secret “back stabbing” basement dealings anymore. Now
computer RPGs are more popular than ever. They are indeed fun but take hours
away from a productive day.
And then you hear stories of obviously psychologically scarred 21-year-olds who
commit suicide because the pressures in the internet Everquest game-world realm
were so overwhelming that he had to quit his job in order to keep his sacred
guild together all hours of the day and night. The youth killed himself because
he was so grief stricken that people who he thought were his online friends
killed his character and pilfered his body for treasure, weapons and the coveted
“Silent Boots of Feathered Silence!”
I steal your magical guilded mace
Let me tell you that any sort of betrayal in such games is the greatest part of
playing! It’s expected! Never turn your back on Tiggi the Absent Bootblack!
He’ll run you through and take your coin purse and ‘Mask of Adjacent Solitude’
quicker than he can say “Frodo Lives.”
Zum Geburtstag D&D. (translation: Happy Birthday D&D)
Posted by RAD at 07:40 PM | Comments (4)
FUCK THE FCC AND THEIR “HIGH NIPPLE ALERTS”
I hate renting movies. Most of the movies released nowadays are crap anyways, so
why waste my money on renting it? I buy what I find interesting and want to see.
I stick only to DVDs, as I do not even own a VCR. If you own a VCR I look down
upon you. Get with the technical age! Television isn’t important enough to
record anyways. Boo Hoo if you miss the programs or can’t watch them. You are
not missing out on something spectacular.
The Federal Communication Commission is going to drive broadcasting as we know
it into the ground. Why bother watching television or listening to radio? The
future is all about subscription-based television or satellite radio. There is
no fear of being fined by the FCC when you broadcast using unregulated means.
Good. The FCC can go fornicate themselves with a fork.
Halleluiah to Howard Stern for making a five-year, $500 million deal to move his
show to Sirius Satellite Radio in 2006 . Federal regulators are also poised to
fine Fox Broadcasting Co. nearly $1.2 million dollars for indecency in a
television program called “Married by America.”
I hate the FCC and their dense “High Nipple Alert” after the Janet Jackson Super
Bowl wardrobe malfunction. They are scaring everyone into airing mindless,
boring shit similar to what aired in the 1950’s. I am so filled with a dangerous
rage when speaking about this issue. I will stop now.
You can read more about my anti FCC rants below:
FCC Hypocrisy by RAD
Freedom of Speech 'use only as directed' by RAD
Posted by RAD at 05:16 PM | Comments (0)
October 14, 2004
Paris on the Platte
I lunched with Meg today at Paris on the Platte at 1553 Platte St. in Denver.
Located in the heart of Confluence Valley in LoDo, it is the oldest coffee house
in Denver. Paris is one of my old haunts from the high school days. It’s still
basically the same, save a few minor differences. There is still sub-par artwork
for sale from paintings to sculptures to pottery displayed on the walls. The
food and coffee are still first-class.

I enjoy this laid back coffee house. It’s open late although I prefer to go
there during the day now that I am older. Many ghosts of the past are present
there. You can sense it in the air and in the walls. I could almost feel myself
regressing into my former, high school nerdy self while sitting in the back
room. I wanted to wear a beret for some odd reason.
Many late-night hours were spent at Paris in my stoned youth playing chess,
hanging out with friends, writing stories, smoking clove cigarettes, drinking
café Mexicana, looking at crappy books in the bookstore and doing all of the
pretentious coffee house things a wayward youth did in the early 1990’s.

Paris is a nice alternative to Starbucks and one cannot go wrong with supporting
local businesses in lieu of corporate, on every corner, coffee whores. I ordered
café Fantasia, grub chips and salsa (red onions and cilantro make this homemade
salsa oh so good) and a Ruben sammich on marble rye. I kept expecting to get
accosted by black clothed/hooded Goth kids while I was trying to keep from
spilling the full of chunks salsa down my front. No Goth kids were seen but I
dribbled the foodie stuff all over myself as usual. I try to be graceful but to
no avail.
Paris even has internet access with many high speed ports to plug into.

Posted by RAD at 04:31 PM | Comments (3)
“I Feel Filthy”
“I Feel Filthy”
Adapted from “I Feel Pretty” in West Side Story
New lyrics by Russ Dale
I feel filthy
Oh, so filthy
I feel filthy and homely and stray
And I pity any one
Who is me today
Lived in squalor
Oh, so mangy
It’s alarming how mangy I feel
And so filthy
That I hardly can believe I’m real
See the wretched guy in that mirror there
Who can that dirty guy be?
Such a shiny face
Such a grimy smock
Such a tarnished smile
Such a smelly me!
I feel poopie
And entrancing
Feeling skulky
And dancing for joy
For I hoard
‘Gainst a cleanly wonderful world
I feel filthy
Oh, so filthy
That the city should write me a ditty
A committee should be organized to honor me
I feel smutzig
I feel naughty
Lived in squalor a hoarder I was
And so filthy
Pig Pen can just resign
LA LA LA LA LA LA LA
See the wretched guy in that mirror there
What mirror where?
Who can that dirty guy be?
Which, what, where, who?
Such a filthy face
Such a grimy smock
Such a tarnished smile
Such a filthy me
I feel poopie
And entrancing
Feeling skulky
And dancing for joy
For I hoard
‘Gainst a cleanly wonderful world!
Das Ende
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October 11, 2004
A Midsummer Night’s Dream
I saw Metro State College’s production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream at the new
King Center’s Eugenia Rawls Courtyard Theatre on Saturday evening. This is one
of my favorite Bill Shakespeare plays. I was Flute/Thisbe in Adams State
College's production in 2000.
Metro’s was a great show. The sets, costumes, lighting and acting utilized the
theatre space well. Stacey Nelms had a stand out performance as Hermia. I’m not
biased just because she’s a friend of mine. It was truly a fabulous performance.
Her sweetness and honesty were awesome and her rage and scorn scared me. She did
a spectacular job.

cheapy camera phone pictures
After the play it was off to Racine's Restaurant at 850 Bannock for a ruben
sammich, a shot of Jagermeister, a pint of Guinness and a good time.
Speaking of Stacey Nelms, she is directing An Evening with Edgar Allan Poe. It
runs at The Byers-Evans House, 1310 Bannock St., Denver, Colorado from Oct. 15 –
Nov. 5, 2004, Thurs-Fri-Sat nights @ 7:30pm. Tickets are $16
(Student/Senior/Military discount). Go see it.

Posted by RAD at 10:37 AM | Comments (0)
Driving towards the setting sun
Driving to church, the wonderful light of “magic hour” illuminating the Fall
colors all around. The setting sun, cascading over the Rocky Mountains, is more
than just peaceful. It is beautiful.

Posted by RAD at 08:24 AM | Comments (0)
RIP Superman

Christopher Reeve, the star of the "Superman" movies and a worldwide advocate
for spinal cord research has died. Christopher Reeve was a hero. Not many people
have the strength to be Superman in the movies and then overcome hardships to be
a Superman in real life. He was in a wheelchair, on respiratory equipment and
was barely able to speak and yet he got the world’s attention. There is
something great about that. He will be missed.

Posted by RAD at 07:27 AM | Comments (2)
October 09, 2004
Soon the return 2b

Posted by RAD at 11:11 AM | Comments (2)
October 08, 2004
Soon the return 1a

Posted by RAD at 04:39 PM | Comments (0)
Tejon St. Turkey Crawl November 14

Go to the Official Tejon St. Turkey Crawl Website to register by November 4!
With Pilgrim Chong!

-- Chong's Previous Tejon St. Crawls -- 1 -- 2 --

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October 07, 2004
Soon the return

Chocolate Chong and B Foot G

Posted by RAD at 04:31 PM | Comments (2)
More Fake Fan/Hate Mail
Dear proprietors of radhole.com:
I’m a manly man. I’m also a princess of the fairest fair. In the privacy of my
own home, I like to garb up like a prim and proper lady and surf the internet.
It makes me feel pretty. I stumbled upon your filthy radhole.com by mere
accident. Why must you be so stupid? Your taste in movies and their reviews are
revolting. Your pictures are trash. Your writing skills are that of a toddler
and I’m sure you smell tart!
I only write this message out of contempt for the radhole organization. If I got
the chance, I would surely spat on you.
In closing, I have attached a picture of myself. As you can see, I am obviously
enraged by the content of your website, my form hulking over in utter disgust.
My blackened gown, feather boa and crystalline tiara would strike you down if
they were living beings.

Ruppert “Kelly” Blythe
Please do not mention that I have a foot sticking out from beneath my dress,
mimicking some sort of deform-ed male sex organ.
I hunch for hatred. My black socks spit at thee!
I hope to cough up on you in person one day,
Ruppert “Kelly” Blythe
from rad – ah yes … revenge is so sweet …
Posted by RAD at 12:48 PM | Comments (6)
hot apple pie

There is nothing more American than Superman, biscuits and gravy and hot apple
pie. On my quest to find some writing privacy, I found myself at a Perkins
family restaurant eating apple pie alamode and coffee that obviously had been
brewed 9 hours before. The warm pie, topped with a scoop of vanilla bean ice
cream and glazed with a caramel sauce lattice pattern, embodied everything
American about the novel I am writing.
Take note of the manuscript and pen placed delicately next to the delicious pie.
My novel takes place during an innocent time in America, despite the nation’s
involvement in WW II. It takes place in the American west on the home front and
in 2005. It's a love story.
Posted by RAD at 12:18 PM | Comments (2)
October 06, 2004
Desperate voicemail
Here is a transcript of a message left on my voicemail tonight. Verbatim.
CALLER:
Hey there you! I--I hope this is the right number. Uh … how was your day? I’m a
complete mess. So … um … I lost my job last Thursday; the third temp job in 2
weeks. What is wrong with me huh?
I … um … burned a pot of fucking rice this evening. Color is lost y’know? The
world is gray to me. My life is spiraling into darkness. I thought my
volunteering at the Rec center would give me some sort of peace. I was wrong.
They laugh at me. I skank for snot. That painful laughter. Faces taunt me.
At once more the dreams have returned. My loniness Hello Russ. My cries float up
to me in my dreams.
Those dreams. You’re there. In my dreams. I haunt you.
I haven’t heard from you in a long while. I have sent you 10 emails in as many
days. Do I have your email address wrong? The gloaming … long past … I am beyond
the twilight now. All that lies before me is a wasteful abyss of nothingness.
Call me. Maybe we can get together and remain silent jointly. No words. Just
presence. I like to stare at you. Uh … okay … please call me back. I want to
look at you intently. Just stare. Would you let me watch you?
Talk to you later.
CLICK. PHONE GOES DEAD.
I hope she doesn’t read this website. I was expecting a sammich order or
something more festive.
PS: This is a complete fabrication.
Posted by RAD at 09:07 PM | Comments (1)
Nesquik, garlic juice and the editor
Continuing the tradition of great editor characters, there is an editor
character in my novel that is hilarious and mean. I love his name … … Willie
Cooper, editor of Rocky Mountain Life magazine.
I have been feverishly writing my historical fiction novel set in 1943 Denver
Colorado. It’s coming along nicely. It is really a pain in the ass to write a
novel. I have spent years researching and jotting down specific things I want in
the book. I have enough material for three books! If you want to read an 8-page,
unedited .pdf excerpt, here. You will need a password. Email me for swift reply.
Shoot homes, I jus wanna know who be readin' my shit. Do it!
Will you buy my book when it is finished? I will autograph it.
Speaking of autographs, I have many 4x6 pictures of this to autograph for my
legions of fans around the world. I will sign them with a silver Sharpee. I'll
mail you one if you ask. lol
I also have 3 proto-type refrigerator magnets made with the same image. Now when
you go to the fridge to pull out the strawberry Nesquik and bottles of garlic
juices, you can stare at a picture of Russ Dale hanging off the side of a
building. Good times.

Posted by RAD at 07:42 AM | Comments (3)
October 04, 2004
Mount St. Helens VolcanoCam

Mount St. Helens VolcanoCam - Washington State, USA
BREAKING NEWS: A huge plume is rising from Mount St. Helens, but it's not
immediately clear if the volcano is erupting. Details soon. U.S. Geological
Survey say the volcano is likely having another steam eruption. Watch the cam.
Posted by RAD at 11:15 AM | Comments (0)
Flight X-2 complete -- X-Prize Win
Congrats to pilot Brian Binnie, the second non-government astronaut,
SpaceShipOne and Scaled Composites for winning the Ansari X-Prize. I watched it
live of course. It was remarkable.

Russ' console for the event

Almost as good as being there
Goof on me alls you want.
Posted by RAD at 09:20 AM | Comments (2)
October 03, 2004
Good Times, Great Beer

MELT, Ron and I went to 23rd annual Great American Beer Festival 2004 at the
Colorado Convention Center last night. And "great" it was. It's touted as "THE
WORLD'S GREATEST BEER FESTIVAL!"
There were a gaggle of people and it sold out back to back Friday and Saturday
nights. An estimated 35,000 people attended the three-day festival, the largest
in the country. Most of them were sloshed drunk and annoying. You get a large
shot glass and go to the booths to try 1 ounce of beer from whichever brewery
you want. They tended to pour more than an ounce, sometimes 2-4 ounces a pour!
2,016 beers, 398 competing breweries, 67 categories. That’s a lot of beer.
Colorado brewers took home 21 medals.

I stuck mostly to the darker beers: oatmeal, chocolate and milk stouts, lagers,
doppel and triple bocks, some ales and other beers. Needless to say, after 100+
ounces, the equivalent to 6-7 pints, I was a little toasty. I paced myself
though, as I did not want to be a sickly, blithering drunk. Halfway through the
evening, we stopped into the Beer Garden and had a hearty chili in bread bowl
snack

It was a great time and I sampled a lot of good beers. However, I think I’ve had
my fair share of beer for a while. The follow-up shot of Jagermeister at some
bar at Hampden and Monaco didn’t help either.
I ran into only one person I knew. She went to Elementary and High School with
me. Being responsible drinkers, we had a designated driver.

MELT, Ron and Russ
Posted by RAD at 11:22 AM | Comments (1)
October 02, 2004
Elway, Flag Football and Beer Festival
The Game of Fame at Invesco Field was awesome last night. It was postponed in
August.

John Elway, Bubby Brister, Vance Johnson, Reggie Rivers, Mark Jackson, David
Treadwell, Rich Karlis, William “The Refrigerator” Perry, Roger Craig, Ed,
McCaffrey, Joe Montana, Reggie Rivers, Randy Gradishar and many more attended
this flag football game to honor Denver Broncos quarterback, the greatest ever,
John Elway.

And yes, I did receive my John Elway collectable bobblehead.

Tonight is the Great American Beer Festival. I’m looking forward to tasting all
sorts of dark, stout, chewy beers.

Posted by RAD at 09:48 AM | Comments (2)