We Might Be Moving

The SuperFrankenBlog is considering moving to a new space, aptly titled the SuperFrankenSpace, courtesy of MySpace.

But why MySpace, you ask? Isn't it just full of pervs and weirdos?

And my answer is yes. Yes it is.

Until I decide differently, check us on our new home:
http://blog.myspace.com/superfrankenspace

When Nature Attacks

Superfrankenfriend Coach Joe regularly tells us runners that "the wind is our friend".

Well, if that's the case, then my "friend" has done me wrong. Last night, my "friend" huffed and it puffed and it blew my fence down. Or at least a section of it.

So, I currently have a gaping hole in my privacy fence in my back yard. Pretty sure the homeowners association isn't going to look on that very fondly. The question is, how much do I want to spend on repairs (or more accurately, a new fence since the old one was a cheap piece of crap to start with)? I'm considering moving in the spring, and I'm pretty sure a privacy fence doesn't translate into higher home resale all that highly. But there is the possibility I won't move. Stay tuned.

Darned wind. Booooo.

What Does This Say About Me?

Apparently, my watch stopped four days ago. I didn't notice till this morning. Weird?

Really, I'm curious. What does this say about me???

The History Of TexMex

Fascinating article from this month's D Magazine:

http://www.dmagazine.com//article.asp?articleid=1153

It's the history and evolution of one of our favorite cuisines. And it evolved right here in our own back yard, with many of the principals and their descendants and institutions still involved to this day.

The synopsis sentence:

But the Anglo preference for high-dollar meat demanded that protein-poor Mexican food be beefed up. The result — though no one recognized it at the time — was a whole new cuisine. Much later, it was dubbed “Tex-Mex".

Cool.

A New Low: Mocked By A Duck

So Saturday morning, I was out at White Rock Lake doing what I do every Saturday morning - going for the weekly long run. And I noticed a larger-than-normal presence of ducks at the lake. I suppose they were having some sort of convention or something.

Anyway, a short while later, as the trail around White Rock nears the water, I look over to my side and see a duck racing me, swimming my pace parallel to me. Smartass.

But apparently, that wasn't mockery enough. At that point, my nemisis raised up out of the water and started wing flapping just enough to stay above the surface of the water. And here's the kicker. He started churning his little webbed feet across the surface of the water, like he was running. Just like me, but maybe faster. For about 10 yards.

Is there ANY doubt the duck was mocking me???

If it happens again, I'm gonna have to retaliate and start talking about the duck's mom...

I suppose this is somehow retribution from the animal kingdom at White Rock for all the squirrels I've chased. Furry little rats.

NPH is gay???

Wow, didn't see this one coming...

http://www.cnn.com/2006/SHOWBIZ/11/04/doogie.ap/index.html

Doesn't this really screw up the premise that he's a horndog in roles like "Harold and Kumar" and "How I Met Your Mother"? I really don't know what I'm feeling right now, other than "Wow"...

Girls Are Germ-yy

Okay, it is conventional wisdom that girls have cooties. I don't think anyone disputes that.

But I didn't realize they were so darn germy, too. What do I mean, you ask?

As I was going to bed last night, I was starting to feel the beginning of either a cold or the flu. Today (Sunday) I feel like there's something inside of my head trying to get out (other than mucus). And I started wondering where I could've picked up such a bug. Now, I did spend many hours out in the cold on Saturday, but science tells us you can't catch a cold from being cold. Instead, it's a virus, passed from person to person through contact.

But why would I assume a girl gave it to me? Simple. I don't allow dudes into my personal space; I don't like them like that.

So there you have it. A scientific proof that girls are germy.