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Went down to the Stampede for one last time yesterday.
Wasn't much left that we hadn't done the other day we went. We won another stuffed animal, Lisa lost another $20 in the casino (I ended $10 up, but it took 2 and a half hours to do it) and we ate like pigs.
Went and saw the Superdogs. Excuse me, the Eukanuba™ Superdogs.
(Side rant: I hate that. I hate it when the requirement for a company to sponsor an event or venue is to alter the name. The Eukanuba™ Superdogs. The Canadian Airlines™ Saddledome. I mean it's not like they get better name recognition -- everyone still uses the original name. It just burns my ass.)
The Superdogs are a bunch of mostly well-trained dogs of all varieties competing in a bunch of little races and stuff. Fun for the whole family. It's funniest when the dogs refuse the instructions. Three 'national champions' chased each other around the ring for ten minutes while the audience cheered and the trainers looked on aghast.
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The real big thing about going to the Stampede on the last day is the fireworks display. Every night at the Stampede is a big grandstand show. This is like a big variety show/musical, punctuated by the fireworks display at the end.
I love fireworks. Mom says they are bad for the environment, and I suppose she's right. Multiple explosions in the atmosphere can't be good for anyone.
Still, they are damn pretty, and the last day of the Stampede is where they blow off all the fireworks they had left over from the rest of the ten days. It's like, 'Hey Bob! I still got a bunch left from Tuesday over here.' 'Well, Dave, fire 'em off!' Boom!
You know, there are people who work as fireworks choreographers. Who design fireworks shows. No offense to anyone, but that doesn't sound like a real job. Here's how I imagine a show proposal meeting goes:
Stampede coordinator: So, Bob. Tell me how this year's fireworks show is going to work.
Bob the fireworks choreographer: Well, the theme this year is 'The future', so we're going to blow up a lot of shit.
Stampede coordinator: Sounds great! Here's your check.
Hey! I do that for a living, bub!
Mom Rating: I got fan mail from my Mom today. She read the whole site. This got me to thinking: There may be times I want to warn Mom when the contents of these pages gets a bit touchy, so from now on, each entry will be marked with a 'Mom rating'. The less Moms, the less I want Mom to read it. Okay? Okay.
For example, this installment uses some foul language, but doesn't describe me doing anything Mom would be ashamed of. Then again, it introduces the Mom ratings. Thus a 3.5 overall.
Big Brother note: Missed it this weekend. Too much life to watch other people's.
Survivor! note: According to the media, the name of the last Survivor! has been leaked. Actual scoop or tricky CBS ploy? Time will tell!
That
thing you said earlier...
Yuh.
Next.
Take me home, big fella
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