This weekend, I jammed the Dyke Mobile with five of the wackiest chicks I could find and took 'em to run a race in Saint George, Utah. Saint George (also known as St. George) is a city named after a pioneer called George. Back in "the day," this George figured out that potato skins held all the nutrients of the potato and instructed his fellow pioneers to make sure and eat the skins or else. It's a sad story, really for George discovered this little known pioneer fact after he had lost his entire family to malnutrition. See George thought he was doing his little family a service by eating the skins and giving the white fluffy stuff to the rest of them. Turns out George got the nutrients, the family did not. George would spend his life educating others about the importance of tater skins.
They called this George guy the Potato Saint.
This information was taken from the car ride home wherein my Olympic Hopedful friend told us this tale. It's not on the Saint George wikipedia page, so I kind of question its validity. Olympic Hopedful just might be pulling it from you-know-where just like the Rabid is known to pull stuff from you-know-where. I see now why we are friends...
As an aside, I looked up "potato saint george" on wikipedia and you know the first thing to pop up? Funeral potatoes. Do Funeral potatoes honestly deserve a wiki entry? And who's brain fart developed this funeral potato recipe? As if funerals are not bad enough, they hand you potato slop and call it food. Not to mention there aren't any skins in funeral potatoes. People need the skins or else... there just might be another funeral.
Anyway, while in Saint George, I had the pleasure of lunch with Jessica. Jessica is a great sport. I sent her a little text message asking if she was up for lunch. She said sure and joined the five wacky chicks (four of which were wacky strangers) for Mongolian barbecue.
We were getting acquainted. Jessica hails from downtown Los Angeles. We're middle-town Utah folk and don't necessarily relate to L.A., so naturally we ask questions about her living situation. The conversation ended up on the famous people of L.A. and who of these famous people she has seen in the flesh.
Jessica lists the famous people she has seen, then ended with, "Oh! I've seen Aragorn, but I cannot remember his real name. What's his real name?"
"Strider!" I yelled. Then we laughed big-belly, slap-your-knee laughs while the other four just stared blankly.
See friends, that is why the blog world is so very wonderful. The geeks find each other. And then they hook up now and again and share geek jokes. It's absolutely, positively wonderful.