I now know Wayne Osmond‘s home phone number. You don’t. Take that, readers.
Sorry for the lack of Olympic excitement here the last few days. I’ve abandoned all hope of getting ahead a day and thus having some time off, so I’m just plugging along, filing every day and trying to get out at a reasonable hour. Last night was my first success: I was out of here by 8 p.m., a new land-speed record for me. But rather than go get drunk on 3.2 beer, I headed to a bookstore so I can read up on Mormon history. I’m a wild man. Also finally got to go to Apollo Burger, which was achieving legendary status among my colleagues. I’m not as sold: I had their namesake burger, which is a patty with pastrami on it. ‘Twas merely okay.
Had an interview today with Rocky Anderson, SLC’s mayor and a liberal Democrat stranded in a sea of conservative Republicans. I asked him what would happen if he ever ran statewide: “I’d lose overwhelmingly.” At least the man is self-aware.
Canadian readers, watch this space tomorrow. Something special for you.
Overheard media center discussion:
Editor: Is “lovefest” one word or two? Or hyphenated?
Reporter: Well, LobsterFest at Red Lobster is one word, so I think we should use that as our guide.
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Um, that Wayne… He’s a looker.
Did he tell you jokes?
Haven’t done the interview yet. That’s tomorrow’s job.
This “something special” for us…..is it another attack on our beloved Wayne?
This “something special” for us…..is it another attack on our beloved Wayne?
OOps. Sorry.
Don’t go to Apollo Burger, go to Crown Burger. There is one at North Temple and 3rd West and one at 400 East and 200 South. The other burger places that people rank highly here are Hires (700 East and 400 South) and The Training Table (400 South and about 900 East).
Josh, do you have any more on the “Jamie Sale naked” thing? That would be a pleasant surprise!
If I had something to add on the “jamie sale naked” issue, trust me — I’d be keeping it all to myself. Alas, I do not. Damned Goofus.
As for Wayne — the story mentions Wayne, but it’s not an attack on him. I interviewed 20 Canadians about Wayne yesterday, and every last one of them called him Wayne, as in “I don’t think Wayne meant that,” or “I trust Wayne to say whatever’s right,” or “I’d like to have Wayne’s baby.” Never “Gretzky.” It’s like he’s the nation’s favorite older brother or something — I don’t know if there’s an American equivalent.