Mark Saal

The games also provided anecdotes to somewhat smile about

Ten years.

Outback Beans

A few things we love

What do you love?

Not, mind you, whom do you love -- although that isn't to say we don't think it's important to love other people (at least some of them).

We're talking items, stuff, like things you eat or use or listen to or watch or wear ...

We, the members of the Life section, are confessing to some of the things we love, in hopes of encouraging readers to share some of their discoveries and passions as well.

Latter days? Journalist actually wanted to interview me

I've had a fairly strict policy for a number of years now: Never allow myself to be interviewed by a journalist. Ever.

Seriously, those people can't get anything right.

Besides, journalists interviewing other journalists seems just a bit too, well, incestuous.

'Cougars' for mascot not all that bad, considering

Now that the laughter has all but subsided over a Utah high school almost making Demi Moore its official mascot, we can explore the issue objectively.

I applaud the Canyons School District for erring on the side of caution by avoiding "Cougar" as the mascot for the new Corner Canyon High School in Draper. But here's the irony: Even if they had called it the Corner Canyon Sexually Predatory Older Women, that still wouldn't be as bad as some of the others in the state. That's right, folks, there's more housecleaning to be done on this whole high school mascot problem.

Ogden truly the best place for a grassroots Sundance experience

The annual three-ring spectacle that is the Sundance Film Festival is under way, and we all know what THAT means.

Avoid. Park. City.

Seriously. Avoid it like the plague. Avoid it like a rush-hour stretch of Interstate 15 through Utah County. Avoid it like a fellow ward member in the grocery store on a Sunday afternoon.

Mark my words, people: Nothing good can ever come of a trip to Colorado's westernmost city in mid-to-late January.

Can't wait to see what Mayor C has up his sleeve

Today, we present a little friendly advice for the new guy ...

Now that Ogden officially has a replacement mayor in the honorable Mike Caldwell, I believe I speak for city residents everywhere when I say that Mr. Caldwell has some pret-ty big shoes to fill.

Big. Floppy. Shoes.

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow ... no, really, please?

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow ... no, really, please?

This week, for obvious reasons, we're going with something a bit gentler in this space -- lighter and fluffier, if you will ...

Speaking of which, is this whole lack of snow thing starting to get to anybody else? I mean, ordinarily I don't particularly care for a great many aspects of that specific weather phenomenon. I don't like shoveling it, or driving in it, or slipping and falling on my ample backside on it.

A little friendly advice for the coming year

And so it begins ...

Twenty twelve. The year it's all supposed to go south.

If we are to believe certain Internet conspiracy theories, something very, very bad is going to happen on Dec. 21, 2012. That's the date the Mayan calendar -- which has been chugging along like a well-oiled Mesoamerican machine for a whopping 5,126 years -- abruptly comes to an unceremonious end. And then what? Nobody really knows.

Funny how Santa goes in and out of -- and back into -- our lives

It's The Big Day. And as such, I won't make you wait any longer to open my gift to you.

Here it is, your eagerly awaited parody song for the Ninth Annual Standard-Examiner Life at the Top o' Utah Holiday Gift o' Music Gala Giveaway and Karaoke Extravaganza:

"Oh, you'd better watch out/ You'd better not cry/ You'd better not pout/ I'm telling you why/ Santa Claus is nothing more than an imaginary mythical figure with roots in the historic and folkloric traditions of any number of Western cultures ..."

Ha! Just try singing THAT one around the ol' holiday spinet.

Now, for the benefit of any of you young tykes out there who might be reading this -- and if you are, somebody really ought to call the Division of Child and Family Services on your parents -- let me just say that your old Uncle Mark does indeed believe in the existence of Santa Claus.

But that wasn't always the case. A little holiday story, if I may ...

Fridge magnets make an attractive holiday gift

It's all I want for Christmas.

Refrigerator magnets.

That doesn't seem so unreasonable a holiday request, does it? Especially when one considers that I'm not actually asking for any NEW refrigerator magnets -- but rather, only to be allowed to keep and display my current ones.

Warning to all husbands: Do not take this gift advice!

Need a little help with your Christmas shopping? Have I got the Ideal Holiday Gift Idea for you.

It's readily available, it's reasonably priced, and it's reportedly the No. 1 toy in the United Kingdom, Germany, Holland, Spain and France. (Memo to self: Cancel European dream vacation.)

Now, if you're reading this over breakfast, I do recommend you put down that spoonful of cereal for the next five minutes or so.

So then, what's the season's hottest toy for Christmas? It's called ... wait for it ... the Doggie Doo Game. You heard right, people. Family game night just got a little cruder.

Conductor, audience not making such beautiful music

Michael Palumbo's deep, dark secret is finally out.

Apparently, the Weber State University music professor hates handicapped people. And small children. Oh, and puppies and kitties and bunnies. And maybe even a rainbow or sunset or two.

Utahns, prepare to battle zombies for your healthy brains

Surveys say the darndest things.

Seems like not a week goes by that some organization or publication somewhere isn't declaring this place the most energy-efficient locale in the country, or that place the best spot for raising happy, healthy alpacas.

But the latest survey to make headlines beats them all. It's a comprehensive list of the most zombie-friendly states in the nation.

And believe it or not, Utah ranks No. 8.

Hair today, gone tomorrow; let's put this hair piece to bed

Somehow, I pictured my victory being just a little bit more, well, you know ... victorious.

It's old news by now, but last Monday I narrowly defeated fellow columnist Charles Trentelman in our monthlong his-beard-vs.-my-hair contest, which raised a whopping $14,941 for the United Way of Northern Utah.

That's right, I won. So then, why do I feel like such a loser?

I'll tell you why: Because any number of disillusioned/alienated readers out there are now calling me a sell-out. And worse.

Oh, deer, what shall I choose as a costume this year?

Anybody feel like living dangerously this Halloween?

Oh sure, you could dress up as a member of the wealthiest 1 percent and go crash an Occupy Wall Street rally. But I've got something a bit scarier in mind for the upcoming All Hallow's Eve.

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