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I am not the guy who was hit by he experimental plane while walking on the beach, FYI. That was in Hilton Head. I am farther south, but I am keeping an eye out for low flying aircraft. Wouldn’t it be weird if the guy hit by the plane were named Hilton, and it hit him in the head? That was a very Kevin Matthews thing to ask, but I couldn’t help myself. Here’s the whole story. PLANE HITS DUDE! I did walk on the beach today out on a sandbar and I got a really good leg workout. I had a little trouble getting back to shore and almost took a tumble right in front of the main beach and the head lifeguard. I hit an unexpected muck hole, but I used all of my leg strength to pull myself out of the quicksand. It could have been a disaster with my backpack, my iPhone and me landing in the drink. We are going out tonight with Janet’s brother to the Ruth’s Chris, and I having saving my calories all day for a buttery steak. I have doing pretty well with my diet and exercise down here in FL this winter, and I’m hoping that I can keep it going when I head back up north. Of course, it’s baseball season, and there’s always a lot of eating at Sox games. Wish me luck.

Another week of DahlCasts is in the books, and the weekend is finally here. I know a lot of people will be double dipping the St. Pat’s holiday and tying one on this weekend prior to Wednesday’s festivities. Can’t say that I blame you. I never really needed an excuse to get hammered, but Saint Patrick’s Day is about as good an excuse for getting drunk as there is. I still am not completely convinced that green beer is appetizing, but at some point who is paying attention to the color? I have always wished that it would come out green too, but it never does. One year my urologist gave me some pill that would color my urine green, and it did, but it wasn’t the vivid emerald green that I was hoping for. Janet is coming down on Saturday for a few days, so it will be nice to have someone to talk to beside myself down here in Florida. We might even Crock-Pot a corned beef brisket. On second thought, we did that last year and brought a plate down to her dad. That might make her too sad. Probably not the best meal to send down to a guy with a bad ticker. Lots of fat and sodium in there, but the cabbage with butter was somewhat healty (except for the butter). I’m not exactly a leprechaun, and I didn't go to Notre Dame, but I can recite the Lucky Charms commercial, and I've got a bottle of green food coloring. We’ve got the makings of a very magical Saint Patrick’s Day celebration right there. We don't need no stinking corned beef. I hope you have a good weekend and remember to pace yourself. It’s no fun, when society takes away your drink tickets before you’ve used them all up.

I have been eating shrimp like it’s going out of style because my ‘Lose It’ iPhone app says that I don’t eat enough protein. Shrimp is all protein but it has a lot of cholesterol, so if I have a grabber, that’s why. After eating a tons of shrimp, everything starts to taste different (metallic). I have this odd craving for a Stouffer’s Spinach Soufflé. Maybe I am pregnant. I have had a tough time finding the soufflés at the local Publix supermarket. I’d blame it on the onslaught of the Lenten season, but what do I know? I think I might head out on search of some right now. That will make for an action-packed Tuesday night for me. I’ve had a good day. A good workout this morning, a shutter purchase for the guest bedroom after the podcast, and some patio furniture shopping in the late afternoon. The girl who sold me the furniture had on the shortest skirt I’ve ever seen in a non-sexual retail situation. It was really bordering on inappropriate, but I am not a big believer in inappropriate as it turns out. I don’t think that it made me buy any more than I wanted to, but I definitely left the store without an itemized bill of sale and a few questions about what I had bought. I’ll have Stephanie call her in the morning and get the actual information (model numbers and whatnot) and change the color of the frames from white to antique white.

As I said on the DahlCast today, I am actually starting to show up on my own gaydar.

I just happened to have watched ‘The Hurt Locker’ on Saturday night. Actually, I fell asleep (no reflection on the movie) on Saturday before the films conclusion and watched the rest on Sunday morning. I thought it was great movie, and the best of all of the Oscar contenders that I’ve seen. ‘Avatar’ was probably the most creative effort in terms of scope and vision, but the Academy seems to reward story telling over advancements in technology and audience enthusiasm. I guess that makes sense. Also, if James Cameron has his way, the actor will be minimized, and reduced to basically a cartoon. I have to say that I think that Kathryn Bigelow is extremely hot, and that James Cameron’s current wife, the girl from ‘Titanic’ looks like he has that disease that ages you more quickly than your years. I think it’s called progeria. He might want to put some special effects on that. I’d say, he’s no looker himself, but luckily, we men don’t have to play by those rules. That, and both he and I share some similar features. I could have used a little bit more of Steve Martin and Alec Baldwin. Hell I had to work harder during the Comcast SportsNet Sports Awards. I’m working on ‘The Big Hurt Locker’. It’s about what Frank Thomas carries in his gym bag.

Just got home from a lovely dinner with Janet’s aunt Carol and her brother Mike at a Buzz’s Kilman favorite, La Veranda down here in Florida. I had the chicken Marsala and Italian ice for dessert. I been to La Veranda a few times over the years, but the most memorable time was with Buzz and Garry Meier circa 1979 or 1980. We went there ostensibly to eat, but we weren’t very hungry, if you know what I mean. In later years, I would learn that the food at La Veranda is exceptionally good, and that I don’t have to be hammered out of my skull to enjoy myself at said restaurant. That said we did have a lot of fun down here during a lost Thanksgiving weekend over 30 years ago. We were so wasted that we swam in the pool of the building next door. We must have also looked extremely menacing since no one dared to say a word to us about the aqua transgression. Mike is headed back to Flint Michigan tomorrow. Not exactly the Aloha Friday one dreams about if you know what I mean. I am staying down here until the weather warms up, either here or back home in Chicago.