Where the HELL is my eggroll?!

Last night found us at the Hu Ke Lau, the premiere Polynesian Dining Experience in all of Chicopee. Debbi's drink came complete with a strobe light disguised as an artificial ice cube, and there may or may not have been spontaneous slam poetry about the Pu Pu Platter.

(Is is still sea food if I'm not..... LOOKING?!)

OK. This morning on the Discovery Channel there was ones of those computer-generated DOCUMENTATIONS OF THE PROJECTED PAST shows about the living habits of dinosaurs narrated by CHRISTIAN SLATER. (Whaaaaat.) It's just... a scary amount of emotional involvement on the part of the paleontologists, because they don't really know what these suckers looked like, or how they acted, to any non-debabtable degree of certainty, but they go ahead and name the young saltasauri things like "Buck" and "Blaze," and say things like "These two premature saltasauri (THAT WE COMPUTER GENERATED) are something like the delinquents of the herd (THAT WE COMPUTER GENERATED).... yeah, they're real badasses, those two... ah, Utah 75 million years ago... good times."

I love it. They can't be sure about ANYTHING! They kept cutting to this really earnest Discovery Channel Dinosaur Scientist man in a park-ranger outfit who would pace around this dark room full of computers and say things like "Ok, so some paleontologist believe that (insert theory here.) But there is also the school of thought that holds with (insert exact opposite theory here.) What we all can agree on, however, is that.... we don't knnnnnNNNNOOOOWWW!!!!" (Spooky camera effect.)

Television hoorah.