When you love something that is Too Beautiful to Live, you run the risk of having your heart broken.

I have to admit that I always knew this was a possibility, but now that the day is here, it is time for all of us to take stock and recognize the gift we have been given. TBTL has been a friend to me every day since last November, and it will be hard for me to accept the changes that are coming. BUT, I am cautiously optimistic, and I’m not writing this because I think it’s the end – it’s just a good time to show my appreciation.

You know, it’s funny – having worked in radio for 8 years now, I never thought I would never be one of those people who wrote to or called a radio show, but then TBTL came along and it truly changed my life.

Just a few words about Luke, Jen and Sean – how I see them.

Luke, you immediately put me at ease when I was on I Love You Chunk back in December. You have a true gift for relating to people, and you really shine on-air. I love the way you self-deprecate and deprecate others. You’re funny and smart, andI can’t wait to hear more from you!

Jen, you are truly an inspiration to me. From where I stand it seems you are not afraid to live your life the way you want, without worrying what others may think. You have inspired me to embrace parts of myself that I have kept hidden for years, for fear that my friends would think I was a big dork. You are just plain awesome, in my book.

Sean, you’ve made me just about spit out my drink or drive off the road many, many times. I’m always impressed by your quick wit – you make me literally LOL. Honestly, a majority of my favorite moments from the show revolve around something you said or did. More Cooking With Sean please!

I really hope that all three of you will be part of whatever comes next.

I also want to say to my fellow Tens that I have been honored to share this with you. Meeting the Tenverites and Tens from across the land has been one of the best things that has happened to me, and I know that I wouldn’t have met any of you without TBTL. I love you guys, man. *sniff*

Justin and I were discussing the news last night and he said “Well, I guess you guys won’t be Tens anymore.” I said, “No, I will always be a Ten.” He thought for a minute and said, “Well, then I will always be an Eleven.”

No matter what the future may bring, I want to say THANK YOU to Luke, Jen and Sean, and most importantly to my fellow Tens, for making the world a less lonely place. I love you all. RAWR!



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Shame-ber Food List

Lawrence in Tenver (aka Cornhole), has lovingly compiled a list of Shame-ber-worthy food-like items for us to enjoy:

Lately I’ve been compiling a list of “delicious/disgusting” foods. The difference between delicious/disgusting food and much of the junk food that other people eat in their shamebers is that D/D food is not merely delicious and unhealthy — through the magic of industrial food processing, these junk foods achieve the feat of being repellent and tasty at the same time.

Take McDonald’s french fries, for instance. They are indisputably delicious, and yet I would not be surprised to learn that they are injection-molded from an edible plastic developed by evil Nazi scientists. Even while shoveling handfuls of this quasi-food-like-substance into my mouth and moaning with delight, I feel nauseated and slightly greasy, and afterward I vow never to eat the vile stuff again. Which is always a lie.

I questioned whether or not this belonged in my Shame-ber, so I imagined filling a grocery cart with these items and decided that I would feel quite ashamed if I ran into someone I knew at the grocery store. “This isn’t for me,” I would say. “I’m having some 12-year-boys over to my place, and I heard they like this kind of food.”

Anyway, here’s my list:

· Totino’s Party Pizzas

· Chef Boyardee canned spaghetti & meatballs (now with extra-orange sauce!)

· Spam

· Hostess Sno Balls

· Hostess Cup Cakes

· Hostess Ding Dongs

· Anything from Hostess, really

· Or McDonald’s

· Or Taco Bell, for that matter

· Bar S hot dogs

· Any number of pseudo-cheese products: Cheez Whiz, Easy Cheese, pasteurized process cheese food singles, any sausage product with cheese built in…

· Funyuns

· Magic Shell

· Cool Whip

· Little Debbie Swiss Rolls

· Dinty Moore canned beef stew

And might I also add from my own Shame-ber:

Pizza Hut pizza (which, even though I am lactose intolerant, and even though I can’t breathe for hours after eating it, calls its siren song to me more often than I would like to admit)

McDonald’s Chicken McNuggets (thankfully, I have resisted these for probably about 10 years)

The fact that I will eat the same disgusting meal for days on end when my husband goes out of town, and I’m really too ashamed to describe it to you

The cherry-chip cookies at King Soopers that they give away free to “kids” (which to me, means 30-year-old women). Every time I eat one, I feel like my mouth has been coated in crude oil, but I keep coming back for more. They are shockingly pink, and contain no natural ingredients. Do they have these cookies anywhere else, or is it just a Colorado thing?

What’s on your list?

Oh, and I don’t think this is shameful at all, but I want to encourage everyone to try putting peanuts in their Coke (a la Barbara Mandrell). It’s delightful and delicious!

Also, if you’re going to eat a Totino’s Party Pizza, might I suggest fashioning it into a Pizzarito?



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Attention Nerd Girls!

First of all, please accept my apologies for not updating the blog in almost a month. I’ve been traveling a bit and trying to inhale every bit of summer while it lasts. Oh, who I am kidding? I’ve been sitting on the couch watching NCIS with my husband, and was too ashamed to even show my face on the internet. Hey, did you hear that LL Cool J will be on the NCIS: Los Angeles spin-off?? Suh-weet!

Anyway, friend of the blog Andrew (an honorary Tenverite, due to his time here at the School of Mines) has a love of Star Trek that pretty much blew my mind grapes:

I also managed to complete something else during my studies at the Colorado School of Mines. What brought it to mind was Episode 360 and the “Finding the nerd girl of your dreams” segment. It took nearly three and a half years, but I successfully (or shamefully) watched every single episode of Star Trek. Not just The Original Series (TOS, in Trekkie parlance), but every. single. episode. ever. made. I even have the Netflix rental records to prove it. And the Google Documents Spreadsheet where I tracked my progress.


How much Star Trek is that? Well, there’s The Original Series, The
Original Series movies, the Animated Series (yea, who knew about
that?), The Next Generation, The Next Generation movies, Deep Space 9, Voyager, and Enterprise.

All in all, it’s 737 episodes and movies, totaling some 23 straight
days (and change) to watch them all. Even taking 3.5 years, that’s
about 30 minutes of Star Trek a day for over 1200 days.

And that’s my secret.

I wonder if this also explains why I don’t have a girlfriend?

Oh, and I almost forgot. My phone number is a vanity number…the last four digits, 1701…the registry number for the USS Enterprise.

And I own a Star Trek uniform that probably doesn’t fit anymore.

You heard him, geek girls – he’s single – and my sources tell me he’s got a killer bachelor pad in the Green Lake neighborhood!


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My entry is based upon my train ride today from London to Glasgow. While I was on the train, we would stop at various places and pick up new passengers. When on a long train ride like this one, it is really nice to have two seats to yourself. And as I am Indian, I am pretty brown-skinned. So when new passengers get on the train, I start bobbing my head up and down and mumbling, figuring people will think I am Muslim and, because of many people’s prejudice, a terrorist. And the fact of the matter is that I had an extra seat for all six hours.

Since I’m a boring-looking white girl, the only way I’d be able to pull a move like this is if I sat there picking my nose and eating it. *Sigh* That’s why I always have to share my seat on the light rail.


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Cool Rider

A Eugene Ten sent this gem in:

I have an alarmingly unhealthy obsession with the film “Grease 2.” I own the VHS and CD soundtrack, and I have actually choreographed many of the musical numbers. I can sing every word of every song and I freak out whenever I see one of the actors in another television show or film (i.e. Pamela Adlon from “Californication,” who plays Dolores in the film). My husband is able to endure many things, but this is nearly a deal breaker.

Grease 2

Well, you obviously don’t have fruit-blindness, so I think you guys are going to make it, despite your obsession with Grease 2! I wonder what my husband would think if I started choreographing the songs from Moulin Rouge? Hmmmm…..

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Movie Store Girl

Ah, the joy and agony of having a crush on someone who works in a store you like to visit:

When I moved to this neighborhood a few months ago I was very excited to find a little movie store just around the corner. One of the first days after I got settled, I walked over to start an account and check the selection out; little did I know it wouldn’t be just movies I’d be checking out (wink-nudge).

I developed a crush on Movie Store Girl the first time I saw her. Typically, I am into somewhat preppy, sorta sporty girls, but believe you me, M.S.G. is not that type. She has dyed dark red hair and tattoos down her arm. Every time I have seen her she’s been wearing a black t-shirt, black jeans, and the sexiest smile I have ever seen. I am guessing she smokes Paul Mall Straights and gulps down her Jack Daniels before the ice starts to melt. One time she told me about her love of horror movies and I had to feign agreement since I got a little jumpy watching Hocus Pocus, I was 24, and it was the Disney Channel edit. I don’t think Match.com would call us a perfect fit, but there is something about her that I am just plain smitten with.

(Yikes – Sarah Jessica Parker’s eyebrows are enough to give me nightmares!)

Just having a crush on M.S.G. is not nearly enough to be shameber worthy, I know, the whole opposites attract thing and all. The fact that I have Netflix opens the door to the shamber though, since I could get any movie I want dropped off in my mailbox. That alone doesn’t quite make it however; sometimes there are movies that I just want to see right now and it isn’t that big of a deal to walk over.

The thing that puts this firmly in my Shame-ber is that sometimes I will stop in to the store, just with the hope that M.S.G. is working, without even particularly wanting to get a movie. If she is there I will ask stupid questions about movies that I have already seen, pretend to be interested in some of the ‘darker’ movies on the shelf (so she thinks I am dark and edgy, like her), generally chat her up a bit and try to get the courage to ask her out without seeming like too much of a creeper. If she isn’t there I will just look around for a minute or two and leave.

I don’t do this every day or even once a week, but every couple of weeks I end up with a movie that I didn’t really want. I think a crush note might be in order (omit the part about renting movies only to see her though). I think I will have to pick up some black construction paper and red markers for this little art project.

I hope this can go in my Shame-ber and not out back in the stalker-shed.

Matthew of the Fremont Tens. RAWR!

I think you should definitely send her a crush note – and please report back to us to let us know how it went! What would you do if she asked you out to see a super scary movie though? I know I couldn’t sit through one of those Saw movies no matter how big my crush was.


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Sean DeTore has come up with a novel way to avoid talking to the janitors at KIRO.

On Air

After all the problems they had with the janitors bursting into the studio when the on-air light was on, Sean realized that he could use the light to keep them from coming in and trying to talk to him when he wasn’t in the mood. Pretending to be on the phone also works…. not that I would know.

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