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  • Looks Like Kansas, Smells Like Kentucky…

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    Please note that this is not NPR. However, I would like to welcome you to Morning Edition

    Day 2 of 2009: A WillyCon Odyssey (The following takes place between the hours of 5:30AM and 12:00PM. Events occur in real time) <— I tried to get Sutherland for that bit of narration, but he was busy….

    5:30 AM – AWAKE!

    @mrsellars – There is no java in my room and the Student Center doesn’t open til 7… Oh, Coffee, why hast thou forsaken me?


    @mrsellars – Watching morning TV in Wayne NE… Original Adam West Batman movie on… O_o

    @mrsellars – Local news is well… Local. Rather be watching @VirginiaKerr and @PaulCooked…


    @mrsellars – Jeez… I’m pretty sure I have socks older than that news anchor…


    6:30 AM

    @mrsellars – @cellphone: boop, boop, beep, bahp, beep, beep, boop, bahp, bahp, beep, boop… Ring… Ring… Ri!

    @EK – Hmnomnip?

    @mrsellars – Are you up?

    @EK – Yam nonno nam nip mmm.

    @mrsellars – Okay, just making sure. Didn’t want you to oversleep since I’m not there to wake you up like usual.

    @EK – Uhmm nimna hibbit nomma.

    @mrsellars – Okay, I’ll let you go then. Love you.

    @EK – Wubtoo moo.


    @mrsellars – Shower. Check… As coach Verby used to say, “Clean minds, clean bodies.” Well… At least my body is clean.


    @mrsellars – Students call cafeteria here the “Gag”. Funny… Noms here are wayyyy better than when I was in College thir-koff-koff years ago.

    @mrsellars – Srsly. Noms here really good. A ton to choose from too. Sandwich bar, tostada bar, soups, prepared meals of the day, etc… And they switch up all the time according to what I’m told.

    @mrsellars – Had Swiss steak (Northern version = mushroom soup instead of tomatoes and onions, but not bad), steamed veggies, and a salad for dinner last night.

    @mrsellars – Salad bar even had beets and unsalted sunflower seeds. How cool is that?

    @mrsellars – Looking forward to good noms for breakfast.


    @mrsellars – Someone above my head is moving furniture…

    @mrsellars – Hmmm… That thud didn’t sound good.

    @mrsellars – Wonder if there was a body involved?

    @mrsellars – Why yes, now that you ask, everything REALLY IS book material.


    @mrsellars – Local weather dude calling for foot of snow, blowing drifts, whiteout conditions.

    @mrsellars – SF faculty advisor tells me they’ve been hearing stuff like that for the past couple of weeks and it never comes to fruition.

    @mrsellars – Maybe their weather guy needs to talk to Matt Chambers in STL… Pick up a few pointers.


    @mrsellars – Hmmmm. Is it Nebraska or is it the fact that it’s a college campus? Man in shorts when 24 degrees not fazing anyone.

    @mrsellars – Of course, students are wandering about in t-shirts and ripped jeans. I probably fit right in.


    @mrsellars – Familiar odor lingering on the air as I walk to student center. Cow manure. Smells like back home in Kentucky.

    @mrsellars – {attack of nostalgia}{wistful sigh}


    @mrsellars – Morning noms good. Eggs, pancakes, sausage, mini blueberry muffin, and COFFEE!

    @mrsellars – Wonders what these kids would have called the cafeteria where he went to college. :-/

    @mrsellars – Hmmm. Place looks almost empty. [Looks Around]

    @mrsellars – Oh, wait… A couple of the SF club students I met last night are sitting over there. I should probably sit with them so they don’t think I’m full of myself or something.

    @mrsellars – Walkies…

    @mrsellars – @students_at_table: Good morning!

    @student_1 – [STARE]

    @student_1 – Goom nana. Ermm.

    @student_2 – [STARE]

    @student_2 – Grunt.

    @mrsellars – @students_at_table: How’s it goin’?

    @student_1 – Nerm goona, arbba tay. Ar ermmm. Nib.

    @student_1 – [STARE]

    @student_2 – [STARE]

    @mrsellars – Umm… Yeah… Klattu Verada Nikto.

    @mrsellars – [move to end of table. Enjoy morning noms in silence]

    @mrsellars – Remembers his college days… Silently empathizes with the two students.


    @mrsellars – Visited with faculty advisor. Signed book. Signed poster. Got more free nom passes for cafeteria.


    @mrsellars – SCORE! Found coffee shop on campus. I haz large StarMakeABucks in hand. Life is good.


    @mrsellars – Dorm room is about 12 x 24. Two smoke detectors. Must be looking for some pretty sneaky smoke…


    ON TWITTER:

    @mrsellars – Curse you, Perry the Platypus!

    @ perryplatypus – @mrsellars GrRrrRRrRrrRRRrRRrrRr

    @mrsellars – Bwuhahahahaha! That just never gets old…


    BACK TO PSEUDO TWITTER:

    @mrsellars – Temp at 5:30 AM – 24… Now, at 10:30 AM – 44. Supposed to hit 57 before it starts into a nosedive. Then the white shit falls on our heads.

    @mrsellars – Camera is loaded and ready.


    @mrsellars – Fox squirrels EVERYWHERE. Fat bastards too. Used to see them in MO, but all I ever see there these days are the smaller greys.

    @mrsellars – Named one of the reds Skippy this morning. He sat with me and ate acorns while I drank coffee. No shit. Damn near right next to me.

    @mrsellars – Tamer than the family of greys I feed at home, and they’re pretty damn tame, so that says something.

    @mrsellars – Prevailing theory – the squirrels buddy up to students and sell them the answers to exams. Squirrels are sneaky like that.


    @mrsellars – Taking camera with next time.


    @mrsellars – You know… Now that I think on it, animals can predict weather even better than Matt Chambers…

    @mrsellars – My “country boy sense” is saying these little farts are telling us the sky really is going to dump on us tomorrow.

    @mrsellars – #fuckme


    11:30 AM

    @mrsellars – Coffee empty. Library with coffee shop across campus… Go for more, or relax for a bit and get some when I go for noontime noms?

    @mrsellars – Decisions, decisions…


    And there you have the morning edition…

    More to come…

    Murv


  • SPAM, SPAM, SPAM, SPAM…

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    Nope. Not the electronic kind.

    I’m talking about SPAM™ …Actually, since SPAM™ is ridiculously expensive (something like $3.29 a can… Probably due to the popularity of its name) I opt for TREET™ … Different company, same kind of can, same rectangular hunk of pressed pork leavin’s. And, it’s only 99¢ per can. Gotta love that.

    Why? It means I can get three times as much of it.

    Now here is the thing about SPAM™/TREET™/TRAM©/SPEET©. I love the stuff. Don’t know why. I mean, I definitely didn’t come from a well to do family, so I ate more than my share of the meat-like schtuff as a kid. Along with Vienna Sausages, which I also love. And, well, our psyche’s do tend to rebel and we normally eschew that which reminds us of harder times. But, the psuedo Virginia ham-like goodness of these canned pork leavin’s don’t really conjure a bad memory for me. In fact, it is more like a comfort food. It makes me remember a time when my family was still around – you see, with the exception of my sister and a few distant relatives, my ancestral family is gone. So, at this semi-advanced stage in my life I am a bit nostalgic. Therefore, I am all about things that remind me of better times, even if we were dirt poor and the times didn’t seem “better” when they were happening. Now, looking back on them, they seem like the best of times. But, that is the way with nostalgia, so who am I to complain?

    Now, there are tons of ways to serve TREET™/SPAM™… Dice it up in some scrambled eggs. BBQ it. Roast it on a stick at a camp out. Hey, I’ve even diced it up and added it to homemade lentil soup. This stuff is so friggin’ versatile, I could go on forever. The possibilities are that endless.

    However, I’ll stick to a single recipe…One of my favorite ways to enjoy these pressed and potted pork renderings is to slice the block into 1/2 inch thick slabs, sear ’em real quick in a hot skillet, then place a couple between two pieces of wheat bread with a slice of real American cheese. Now that, my friends, is good eatin’.

    Okay, so I know you are wondering why I am devoting an entire blog entry to SPAM™/TREET™/TRAM©/SPEET©. Well, it’s simple really.

    I love it. My wife and kid, not so much. The kid turns her nose up. My wife, on the other hand, will eat it if it is the only option and she’s really, really hungry. But, usually, she likes to point out that she doesn’t like it. Lately, she has even been on a kick of telling me that it is “bad for me”…

    So, step forward in time a bit…I was having a potted-pressed-rendered-pork-leavin’s sammich just the other day. I was really enjoying it. The Evil Redhead proceeded to ask in a somewhat accusatory tone, “Do you realize how much saturated fat that stuff has in it?”

    Honestly, I didn’t. So, I checked the can.

    About 4g saturated fat and 6g of protein per serving (which is what I was having – 1 serving) 3g of carbohydrates in the form of sugars. It was about 130 calories, not counting the bread and cheese. Now, I will grant you, the entire fat content of a serving is 11g, but not all fat is bad. In fact, our bodies require it to function. And remember, only 4 of the 11 grams were saturated, which is the bad kind.

    Now, the interesting thing about this is that when she asked the question, she was enjoying a serving of Strawberry Milkshake Flavored Malted Milk Balls.

    Out of curiosity, I checked the box.

    Her single serving was 180 calories, had 8g of saturated fat, 31g of carbohydrates (26 of which were in the form of sugar) and 1 whole gram of protein.

    She was slightly stunned…

    Based on what I was reading, her snack was worse for her than mine was for me. Not to mention, mine actually had significant nutritional value, whereas hers had next to none. I was also going to no longer be hungry. Her, probably not so much.

    Of course, EK is about as big around as a stick, and her family is predisposed to live to 100 without any heart or artery disease, so the not so nutritional value of the malted milk balls probably didn’t hurt her one iota. But, hey, that’s not the point…We’re talking nutrition here…

    You know, I think I’ll take the pork leavin’s over the candy.

    More to come…

    Murv