October 2006 - Posts
October 27, 2006
Things I like...alphabetically
A- Artichokes
B- Bobby Darin
C- Christmas
D- Deodorant
E- Elvis and Elmo
F- Footloose
G- Ginger Snaps
H- Hydrangeas
I- Illeana Douglas
J- Jai-Alai
K- Kids
L- Lists
M- Minnesota
N- Nachos
O- Octagons
P- Pelicans
Q- Quicksand
R- Ruben Sandwiches
S- Survivor
T- Tangerines
U- Underwater Adventures
V- Venti Soy Lattes
W- Waterslides
X- Racer X
Y- Yellow
Z- Ziskin (a friend of mine)
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October 23, 2006
Many of you may know, we have a raccoon that has been frequenting the backyard lately. You can see video on our website.
But I'd like to argue that you can also find a raccoon inside the studio as well. Yes, my dark circles. I get comments, e mails, and on rare occasions, even voice mails when they are extremely dark under my eyes. It's nice to have such concern, but it is frustrating having them.
So it goes though, when you normally have dark circles, and then add a migraine headache and newborn-induced lack of sleep to the mix.
So, sorry to the audience that saw me Sunday night with raccoon eyes. Thank goodness our make-up artist is back on Mondays. Bonnie is the best. Today I went from raccoon and back to the weasel that I normally am.
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October 18, 2006
OK. I absolutely LOVE ice cream. Always have, always will. Creamy, chunky, novelty, classics, soft serve, sherbet, it's all good. I even make a mean ice cream too. My bests are my lemon sorbet and my coffee chocolate chip. Still, nothing I make, can top my five favorites of all time. So here they are. I'd love to hear your faves.
5- Licorice Ice Cream (circa 1980 somewhere in Oregon) I ate this black ice cream at a little creamery on a family vacation on the west coast of Oregon. I know not where I got it, I just know at the time, it was so unbelievable. I have several photos to this day of my black colored tongue from that outing.
4- Baskin Robbins Pink Bubblegum- Not a permanent flavor, but always on the rotating featured flavors. I used to be so enamored by this as a kid. I had the opportunity to work at a Baskin Robbins one summer in Los Angeles. My good friend Beeker took a job at one on Ventura Boulevard, but I declined. I was too worried that if I worked there, I would eat so much, that I'd eventually get sick of it. That was too great a risk for me.
3- Breyer's Real Vanilla- The ultimate compliment to any other dessert. Equally wonderful with a hot fudge brownie as it is with apple pie. This is the good stuff too. The kind with the flecks of Vanilla Bean in it.
2- Coldstone Creamery Cake Batter- When I first saw this flavor 5 years ago in Maple Grove, I had to try it. It is the most genius flavor I've ever come across. I just had it today at the Coldstone in Chaska. It was the inspiration for this blog. I wish I could pay some sort of tribute to the person who invented this flavor. This little write-up will have to suffice.
1- Haagen Dazs Dulce de Leche- The closest to perfection my palate has ever come across in the frozen dessert category. I actually have to concentrate on not eating an entire carton when I sit down. I usually fail in that endeavor. Thank goodness Haagen Dazs keeps their cartons small. Happy happy eating.
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October 13, 2006
I learned this week, that my boss reads my blog. Thus the title of this particular entry. I better clean up my act.
With this revelation burning a hole in my psyche, I offer you the following blog:
Tom Lindner is a genius. He is nothing short of brilliant. When it comes to news directors, there are none finer. I personally think he's devastatingly handsome as well.
I had a lot of people growing up tell me that I resemble Ken Osmond. He's the chap who played Eddie Haskell on Leave it To Beaver. Some kids in high school called me Eddie Haskell, solely, circumventing the whole Perk nickname altogether.
Of course Eddie was a supreme suck-up too, constantly complimenting June Cleaver on her cooking and her wardrobe. And so, in that spirit, I continue the Brown Nose tradition of my sorta look-alike, and tell you that I am one lucky fellow to be able to work under the skillful leadership of Tom Lindner.
This is not merely fabricated for the sake of kissing butt. I actually do think he's a pretty cool cat, and he's definitely allowed me to spread my wings at this place. And so, next blog, I'll spread my wings again, and regress to the point of irreverence once again.
Perk out
October 10, 2006
I went to Lakeville South High School today and froze my... I was underdressed.
I need to pay more attention to our weather forecasts. Speaking of which. Our weather department rocks. Seriously they're good people. I live right next to them. Our office separated by a glass partition. We're sort of like the Gorillas at the zoo, behind the Plexiglas.
It gets me thinking though as I write this. If I was a meteorologist. Hmmm....
If I were a meteorologist, I'd have Belinda's charisma and work ethic, Sven's hair and brains, Yuhas' fearless storm tracking skills, Moldenhauer's vast computer knowledge, and Pat Evans' good looks. And a few of his ties for that matter.
But I'd do some things my way. For example, I'd never use the word meteorologist. Too many darn syllables.
And I'd have a really different forecast format. Instead of dew points and northwesterly winds, I'd have three outlooks. Nice, Cold and Butt Cold. My accuracy percentages would be much better.
And I'd have a segment called, "It Could Be Worse". No matter how bad our weather is, I'd always show video of somewhere else in the world where the weather was nastier. Pretty obvious why I'm doing sports.
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October 5, 2006
Have you ever been fishing and used one of those depth finders? The screen lights up with a ton of information, graphics and numbers. Thank goodness the guides that take me are there to decipher all the useful information. They look at depth, water temp, fish movement, underwater structure, and countless other angler stats. For me, I just look for those big black blobs that indicate a fish. That's all I care about.
My dear wife and I gave birth on Tuesday to our 2nd kid. Shelley was in labor for a while, a little over 7 hours actually. I'd say I spent well over half that time watching that darn computer screen that reminded me of a depth finder.
It showed countless bits of information, vitals, contractions, baby movement, etc. But the one I found myself obsessing over was baby's heartbeats and Mom's blood pressure.
I thought to myself, what must this whole process have been like without this advanced equipment for my parents when they gave birth to me. And then, what was birth like in the delivery room when my parents were born, and so on and so on. How much more advanced will the equipment be when my kids give birth? Yikes! Scrap that thought.
Being in a delivery room, is a complete rush. The Twins game which was on at the same time, was a complete afterthought. My raging migraine I came into the hospital with completely vanished.
This is the most miraculous process I've ever been through, both times now. We are truly blessed. George Perkins is 8 pounds and 9 ounces. I guess we reeled in a keeper.
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October 1, 2006
First of all, how is it already October!? Well, to me, the best part of October, besides my my birthday, my brother's birthday, my sister-in-law's birthday, and my soon to be second born's birthday, is playoff baseball.
Although the playoffs don't start until Tuesday, today qualified as postseason worthy. The Twins go 161 games trying to pass the Detroit Tigers, and on the final day of the season, they do it. Unbelievable.
Especially watching the Twins in their dugout after the game, with the fans still in their seats, everybody with their eyes peeled to the Jumbotron. There they watched the final inning of the Royals/Tigers game, as Kansas City somehow managed a 3 game sweep in Motown to spoil the Tigers season long first place run. Go Royals! Phenomonal.
I love the Twins chances against the A's. I refuse to comment on the series after that though. Overall, it's a thrilling time to be in Twin Town.
While an undercurrent of steroid use continues to infect Major League Baseball, this was baseball at its purest and at its best.
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