Hot Dogs @ MindSay 
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Dixie currently feels:
Alone
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Currently playing:
- Guitar Hero III
- Mario Party 4
Currently listening to:
- Mann Gegen Mann - Rammstein
- Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious - The Vandals
- (F)lannigan's Ball - Dropkick Murphys
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Times cried: None
Wounds inflicted: None
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I awoke at half one.
I haven't had a dream in weeks.
It's quite sad - I used to have amazing dreams.
- Like seeing my worst enemy getting dragged over the Eston nab by two dogs.
Oh, and throwing up on my best friend's face, that was a good dream too. :D
For the first hour or so of my day, I messed around on Guitar Hero III - trying the ridiculous songs on hyperspeed, and so forth.
Then I went downstairs and made myself some hotdogs.
I ate them with some English mild cheddar and four slices of shitty paper-thin Weight Watchers brown Danish bread.
It was quite nice though.
Once I'd ate these, I tidied my room, and put everything on the floor onto my bed - my chair, my fan, my Playstation, et cetera.
I put ten fish fingers in the oven - as I fancied eating them cold in a sandwich later on.
I watched two episodes of You Can't Do That On Television - Nature and Wildlife & Animals, well, because they're sort of related, right?
Suprisingly, they gave me a few ideas for the new version of GRODT.
I don't know how long it'll be before they're either forgotten or wasted like.
(Writing slump still in progress, it seems...)
I hoovered my room, then put everything back.
Then I downed three pints of cold water with ice, and ate my cold fish finger sandwich.
Then I cut my nails. :)
All 20 of them, and filed my fingernails.
Now they're all short and smooth.
I love it when I've just cut my fingernails. I don't know why, I just do.
I feel cleaner, I guess.
It takes a bit of getting used to typing and playing GH3 after going from the 1.5cm fingernail white to the 2mm fingernail white, though.
Today, I've been playing Mario Party 4 again.
I've completed it twice, with all the full present rooms, except the stupid ones for mini-game records.
I have the habit of deleting my saves though.
I'm growing out of it though - this time, the save is staying.
I've completed three boards with Wario so far.
Because the game moves so slow, whilst the computers were taking their turn, I was responding to forum posts.
I'm now onto the final board - so within 45 minutes or so, I'll have completed Wario's present room, along with Peach's and Daisy's.
Adam's coming down tomorrow - the typical Saturday of randomness.
I hope I can get myself hyper-active.
Perhaps the effects of the sugar rush in this orange Lucozade daddy bought me on the way back from playing football might linger till tomorrow afternoon?
Dixie doubts it, like.
saikotikgunman brings us news from his neck of the woods in Pennsylvania about the crash of one of Oscar Mayer’s 12 “weinermobiles” – a 7,000 pound hot dog on wheels that promotes goodwill for the company across the country. A few of the funnier quotes from the Gannett News Service story:
“Let's be frank: motor vehicle accidents aren't much fun for anyone.”
“Although they didn't relish the experience…”
“Johnson, the trooper, grilled the women briefly and concluded that a routine and sober spinout was all he had on his plate.”
“… that's the first wiener I've ever pulled out."
"Usually we try to keep from scratching our buns …"
This story just begs for more sexual innuendo in the comments
I love hot dogs, and in my effort to eat healthier, I went against my better judgement and purchased some veggie dogs. Whoever invented these abominations ought to have just shit in a bag and sold that because it couldn't have tasted any worse, and the texture was pretty much the same too.
It turns out that this shift in demand and food consumption is a result of the immigration patterns and demographic trends in New York. In short, as the ethnic makeup of New York changes, so do the food preferences and available culinary options.“The hot dog now is for tourists,” said a rueful Chafik el-Mokhtar, office manager at 2M Friend Corporation, a hot-dog cart garage and supply store on West 47th Street near 11th Avenue.
“The people usually go for chicken and rice because it’s good for hunger,” he added wistfully.
On some corners of Manhattan, halal carts outnumber hot-dog vendors by as much as three to one. Mr. Abouelenein’s cart, named 53rd and 6th, after the Midtown corner on which it sits, stays open from 7 p.m. to 4 a.m., feeding throngs of clubbers, foodies and cabbies. Its success has been such that Mr. Abouelenein recently opened a new cart across the street, supplanting — yes — a hot-dog stand.
The most obvious explanation for its popularity is that the city is home to many more Muslim immigrants than in the past.
Arthur Schwartz, a New York food historian who runs the Web site foodmaven.com, also suggests that a particular kind of customer has been instrumental to the success of halal carts. “You can always tell who the new immigrant group is by the cabdrivers,” Mr. Schwartz said. “Most of the cabdrivers are now Bangladeshi, and the car service drivers are Egyptian. And they are good customers for the carts.”
The rise of halal as the top selling menu item from street vendors in New York City is a good example of why the notion of cultural assimilation that is being advanced in the ongoing immigration debate is such a red herring. Assimilation would keep all New Yorkers eating hot dogs. But free market conditions allow New Yorkers to freely choose among competing food options, with little or no regard given to the cultural identity of the food.
People eat what they like and, as such, expose the proponents of assimilation to be anti-choice and anti-free markets. It seems to me that assimilation is about as un-American as you can get.
*monster truck guy voice*
To blow up some patriotic pyrotechnics?
And possibly eat some really greasy hot dogs?
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