http://www.myspace.com/mesasquatch
Jack Link's Beef Jerky came out with a series of commercials called, "Messin' With Sasquatch." This was a huge success for them and actually launched Sasquatch's career. Many Americans showed more interest in Sasquatch, and perhaps because of this, a myspace page was created for the big guy.
If Sasquatch has his own myspace page and can write his feelings down in blogs, then I'm convinced he's real. You have to check out this site and read "Sasquatch Log Blog." Its not only hilarious, but it will bring a tear to your eye too.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Observational Study Revised
A child about the age of two years is the subject of my observations. About three foot eight, he wears an oversized shirt, a baseball cap, jean shorts, and foam sandals on his feet. His face has a smile on it the entire time as he runs around.This observation takes place at a camp ground where two groups that can only be explained as two separate families sat under a gazebo. This little boy's family sits at a metal picnic table. At each person's setting is a plate of watermelon rinds, half-eaten hotdogs, a mess of crumpled napkins, and crushed cans of soda. No one except one lady is actually eating. Seven adults sit with smiles on their faces looking at this little boy. One couple looks to be in their late twenties--she being pregnant. Another couple looks to be in their thirties--she being pregnant. The oldest couple looks to be in their fifties--the woman being the most energetic one there-and not pregnant. The last adult was a teenaged boy who sat on the far end of the picnic table while most of the commotion happened.
I'm not the only one watching this little boy since this group's gaze did not leave him. As Little Boy tottles up and down the aisle of picnic tables, the oldest woman jumps off the picnic bench and makes a loud roar at him. He giggles and immediately changes his direction to run away from her. The pregnant woman in her thirties says, "Look out Cyrus, Grandma's going to get you." Again he comes running toward her with a half-toothed grin. "Grandma" roars again at the little boy when he's almost within reaching distance for her. He giggles even harder and turns around to run the opposite direction. This pattern happens three or four times with the roaring getting even louder and the boy laughing even harder.When the little boy comes running back towards the direction of his grandma, the teenaged boy suddenly appears from behind "Grandma" with a three foot branch in his hand. His feet are wide spread and his arms high up in the air. His smile is full of metal and he waves the branch as he tromps towards this little boy. He doesn't move fast. His motion is slow enough that Little Boy has time to stop in his tracks. His smile disappears. And the laughter is now replaced by a high-pitched scream as he runs towards the pregnant woman in her thirties.
It makes me wonder as I watch this interaction whether or not the teenaged uncle knew what he was doing. Was he intensionally trying to take the playfulness too far or is he just clueless as to what does and doesn't work well with little kids. There's obviously a fine line when being playful with children. Perhaps this teenaged uncle is an example of the large number of us who accidentally cross that line and take it too far.
Monday, May 28, 2007
Observational Study
A child about the age of two years was the subject of my observations. About three foot eight, he wore an oversized shirt, a baseball cap, jean shorts, and foam sandals on his feet. His face had a smile on it the entire time as he clumsily ran around.
This observation took place at a camp ground where two groups that could only be explained as two families sat under a gazebo. This little boy's family sat at a metal picnic table with a plethora of food on the table--hotdogs, chips, watermelon, soda pop, bread and butter, and marshmallows. At each person's setting was a plate of watermelon rinds, half-eaten hotdogs, a mess of crumpled napkins, and crushed cans of soda. No one except one lady was actually eating. Seven adults sat with smiles on their looking at this little boy. One couple looked to be in their late twenties--she being pregnant. Another couple looked to be in their thirties--she being pregnant. The oldest couple looked to be in their fifties--the woman being the most energetic one there. The last adult was a teenaged boy who sat on the far end of the picnic table while most of the commotion happened. I wasn't the only one watching this little boy since this group's gaze did not leave him.
As little boy tottled up and down the aisle of picnic tables, the oldest woman jumps off the picnic bench and makes a loud roar at him. He giggles and immediately changes his direction to run away from her. The pregnant woman in her thirties says, "Look out Cyrus, Grandma's going to get you." Again he comes running toward her with a goofy grin on his face. "Grandma" roars again at the little boy when he's almost within reaching distance for her. He giggles even harder and turns around to run the opposite direction. This pattern happens three or four times with the roaring getting even louder and the boy laughing even harder.
When the little boy came running back towards the direction of his grandma, the teenaged boy suddenly appeared from behind "Grandma" with a three foot branch in his hand. His feet were wide spread and his arms high up in the air. His smile was full of metal and he waved the branch as he tromped towards this little boy. He didn't move fast. His motion was slow enough that the little boy had time to stop in his tracks. His smile disappeared. And the laughter was replaced by a high-pitched scream as he ran towards the pregnant woman in her thirties.
This observation took place at a camp ground where two groups that could only be explained as two families sat under a gazebo. This little boy's family sat at a metal picnic table with a plethora of food on the table--hotdogs, chips, watermelon, soda pop, bread and butter, and marshmallows. At each person's setting was a plate of watermelon rinds, half-eaten hotdogs, a mess of crumpled napkins, and crushed cans of soda. No one except one lady was actually eating. Seven adults sat with smiles on their looking at this little boy. One couple looked to be in their late twenties--she being pregnant. Another couple looked to be in their thirties--she being pregnant. The oldest couple looked to be in their fifties--the woman being the most energetic one there. The last adult was a teenaged boy who sat on the far end of the picnic table while most of the commotion happened. I wasn't the only one watching this little boy since this group's gaze did not leave him.
As little boy tottled up and down the aisle of picnic tables, the oldest woman jumps off the picnic bench and makes a loud roar at him. He giggles and immediately changes his direction to run away from her. The pregnant woman in her thirties says, "Look out Cyrus, Grandma's going to get you." Again he comes running toward her with a goofy grin on his face. "Grandma" roars again at the little boy when he's almost within reaching distance for her. He giggles even harder and turns around to run the opposite direction. This pattern happens three or four times with the roaring getting even louder and the boy laughing even harder.
When the little boy came running back towards the direction of his grandma, the teenaged boy suddenly appeared from behind "Grandma" with a three foot branch in his hand. His feet were wide spread and his arms high up in the air. His smile was full of metal and he waved the branch as he tromped towards this little boy. He didn't move fast. His motion was slow enough that the little boy had time to stop in his tracks. His smile disappeared. And the laughter was replaced by a high-pitched scream as he ran towards the pregnant woman in her thirties.
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
The Yeti Encounter
It seems to me that anytime I meet someone new, I'm never bored. Even if the person himself is dull, monotonous, and talks about nothing I can relate to, the experience of meeting him is always exciting. But just recently I've encountered a meeting with someone I swore I'd never be lucky enough to meet again--especially if I moved out of my condominium.
Of course he's not the actual Yeti described in many forms of fiction and tall tales. If any ape-like creature wore tight wrangler jeans and steel-toed boots, I'd be shocked--and impressed at his sense of style. But his big frizzy beard, red braided pigtails, and gangly smile peering out from his beard always leave me wondering. This groundskeeper is loud and full of energy when I see him. When involved in conversation, he moves his hands and head as though he was on a caffeine high. When he smiles, his teeth become the majority of his face and its as though through his smile, he's revealing a little bit of his secret. I could swear the wranglers are just a cover up for what he really is.
On a hot spring morning, I walked out to my car only to find the battery was dead. This was to be expected, actually, since my car had been having troubles the night before. After calling many of my friends for help, I realized I'd have to rely on somone else if I wanted to get going before dusk. I never thought of asking a Yeti for a jump. Who would have thought that a gangly-toothed creature native to the mountains of Tibet could have helped me out with such an advanced piece of technology. But I overcame my initial hesitation to ask and went down to the maintenance office where he was telling jokes in his low, rumbling voice. I asked if anyone of the maintenance people had any jumper cables and could give me a boost. His beautiful daughter offered his services right in front of him, to which he belted out a hearty laugh and grabbed his giant ring of keys. Within minutes he had his little Toyota truck parked right next to my old Nissan Sentra and got me on my way.
Before this incident, whenever I saw Groundskeeper Yeti, I'd simply smile to myself about seeing a woodland creature here in my own city. I thought it was great he could find work cleaning out gutters and unclogging the hair from bathroom sinks. Such simple tasks for a simple-minded creature, right? But as it is with any person I meet, I found out that Yeti has more of a heart than I gave him credit for. He not only wants to adapt to the lifestyle of us Salt-Lakians, but he's more than willing to lend a helping hand to those who need it.
Besides, this Yeti is probably the most skilled of all his legend brothers--how jealous the others must be knowing that he has figured out how to operate and manage the horseless carriage.
Of course he's not the actual Yeti described in many forms of fiction and tall tales. If any ape-like creature wore tight wrangler jeans and steel-toed boots, I'd be shocked--and impressed at his sense of style. But his big frizzy beard, red braided pigtails, and gangly smile peering out from his beard always leave me wondering. This groundskeeper is loud and full of energy when I see him. When involved in conversation, he moves his hands and head as though he was on a caffeine high. When he smiles, his teeth become the majority of his face and its as though through his smile, he's revealing a little bit of his secret. I could swear the wranglers are just a cover up for what he really is.
On a hot spring morning, I walked out to my car only to find the battery was dead. This was to be expected, actually, since my car had been having troubles the night before. After calling many of my friends for help, I realized I'd have to rely on somone else if I wanted to get going before dusk. I never thought of asking a Yeti for a jump. Who would have thought that a gangly-toothed creature native to the mountains of Tibet could have helped me out with such an advanced piece of technology. But I overcame my initial hesitation to ask and went down to the maintenance office where he was telling jokes in his low, rumbling voice. I asked if anyone of the maintenance people had any jumper cables and could give me a boost. His beautiful daughter offered his services right in front of him, to which he belted out a hearty laugh and grabbed his giant ring of keys. Within minutes he had his little Toyota truck parked right next to my old Nissan Sentra and got me on my way.
Before this incident, whenever I saw Groundskeeper Yeti, I'd simply smile to myself about seeing a woodland creature here in my own city. I thought it was great he could find work cleaning out gutters and unclogging the hair from bathroom sinks. Such simple tasks for a simple-minded creature, right? But as it is with any person I meet, I found out that Yeti has more of a heart than I gave him credit for. He not only wants to adapt to the lifestyle of us Salt-Lakians, but he's more than willing to lend a helping hand to those who need it.
Besides, this Yeti is probably the most skilled of all his legend brothers--how jealous the others must be knowing that he has figured out how to operate and manage the horseless carriage.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
A Yetti Encounter
It seems to me that anytime I meet someone new, I'm never bored. Even if the person himself is dull, monotonous, and talks about nothing I can relate to, the experience of meeting him is always exciting. But just recently I've encountered a meeting with someone I swore I'd never be lucky enough to meet again--especially if I moved out of my condominium.
Of course he's not the actual Yetti described in many forms of fiction and tall tales--he wears too tight of wranglers to be considered the Yetti. But his big frizzy beard, red braided pigtails, and gangly smile peering out from his beard prove otherwise. This groundskeeper is always loud and full of energy when I see him. He moves his hands and head as though he was on a caffeine high. The way he smiles through his beard while he talks, i could swear the wranglers are just a cover up for what he really is.
When my car's battery died, I never thought of asking a Yetti for a jump. Who would have thought that a gangly-toothed creature could have helped me out with such an advanced piece of technology. But I overcame my initial hesitation to ask for help and went down to the maintenance office where he was talking it up in his low, rumbling voice. I asked if anyone of the maintenance people had any jumper cables to give me a boost. His beautiful daughter offered his services right in front of him to which he belted out a hearty laugh and grabbed his giant ring of keys. Within minutes he had his little Toyota truck parked right next to my old Nissan Sentra and got me on my way.
Before this incident, whenever I saw Groundskeeper Yetti, I'd simply laugh to myself about seeing a woodland creature here in my own city. I thought it was great he could find work cleaning out gutters and unclogging the hair from bathroom sinks. Such simple tasks for a simple-minded creature. But as it is with any person I meet, I found out that Yetti has more of a heart than I gave him credit for. He not only wants to adapt to the lifestyle of us Salt-Lakians, but he's more than willing to lend a helping hand to us who need it.
Besides, this Yetti is probably the most skilled of all his Yetti brothers--how jealous the others must be knowing that he has figured out how to use the horseless carriage.
Of course he's not the actual Yetti described in many forms of fiction and tall tales--he wears too tight of wranglers to be considered the Yetti. But his big frizzy beard, red braided pigtails, and gangly smile peering out from his beard prove otherwise. This groundskeeper is always loud and full of energy when I see him. He moves his hands and head as though he was on a caffeine high. The way he smiles through his beard while he talks, i could swear the wranglers are just a cover up for what he really is.
When my car's battery died, I never thought of asking a Yetti for a jump. Who would have thought that a gangly-toothed creature could have helped me out with such an advanced piece of technology. But I overcame my initial hesitation to ask for help and went down to the maintenance office where he was talking it up in his low, rumbling voice. I asked if anyone of the maintenance people had any jumper cables to give me a boost. His beautiful daughter offered his services right in front of him to which he belted out a hearty laugh and grabbed his giant ring of keys. Within minutes he had his little Toyota truck parked right next to my old Nissan Sentra and got me on my way.
Before this incident, whenever I saw Groundskeeper Yetti, I'd simply laugh to myself about seeing a woodland creature here in my own city. I thought it was great he could find work cleaning out gutters and unclogging the hair from bathroom sinks. Such simple tasks for a simple-minded creature. But as it is with any person I meet, I found out that Yetti has more of a heart than I gave him credit for. He not only wants to adapt to the lifestyle of us Salt-Lakians, but he's more than willing to lend a helping hand to us who need it.
Besides, this Yetti is probably the most skilled of all his Yetti brothers--how jealous the others must be knowing that he has figured out how to use the horseless carriage.
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