Change I Can Believe In

- Hey there, everybody! Can you feel it? I can! CHANGE is in the air! Ah, it's like a Febreeze in a can. Why I haven't been this giddy since George Lucas decided to make Liam Neeson talk to a Gungan.

So this is what happens when we put our trust in men. At least that's what I think. McCain would keep us afloat, Obama would cause more destruction than Chinese tanks at an Arts and Craft show; right.. How foolish we are. As a man turns a dish, so are these things in the hands of God.

Honestly, I haven't felt this relieved in months. Is everything going to come crashing down? Possibly. Is Obama going to make leagues and pacts with every Israel-hating nation out there? Probably. Is it for any reason other than God is making it happen? Of course not. i don't know about anyone else (well, I think I do, but go with the thought) but I was trusting in a man I didn't even like very much to save our country, and when he lost - and I mean LOST - it was a huge relief. Trusting in men can be stressful.

- WotLK is coming out in a week. And I've been dragged back. Just because it's really cool: I've run Karazhan 3 times; two times we killed Prince, and the last time we did it in about an hour. That's just cool. I skipped over the months of grueling pracice and got the loots.

- I miss Katie! She's in florida and I have no one to play cards with.

- I met Tuesday's father (her biological father) a few days ago. He looks like Tom Hanks. Like, a lot.

- Another good thing about the complete trouncing the Republicans got? We finally, after 6 years, get to go on the offensive! Ever since Bush dismantled the Democrats at the first midterm election, they've been gunning for us. Now the conservatives can strike back. Of course, we might not have a country in 4 years, but see my first point for that.

- Government is ready to flourish. Under the Democrats' control, we may very well see the institutionalizing of a dozens of Big Brother type agencies. President Obama - He Hears Everything!

(Get it? Hears everything? heh heh. Heheheheheh. Snerk... Sorry)

- Can the Lions do it? The "it" is up to you. At this point I'd settle for find the team bus.

3:10

- Shards of Alara: Conflux. I'm going to make a deck around Progenitus and I don't even know what colors (probably all 5) or powers he has.


- I saw 3:10 to Yuma last night on my computer. It was highly recommended to me, so i tried it, and I was pretty impressed. I like the part where Crowe kills the guy with a fork. Normally, I'm opposed to redemption stories, 'cause they're lame, and even more faniciful than happy endings, but I think Bale pulled it off really well. Crowe didn't really redeem himself, which made it better (if he hadn't whistled for his horse, that would have dragged the movie way down). He wasn't supposed to; it would have been far too ridiculous.

Charlie thought of him as a father figure, as an idol, almost. And while thinking he was saving his (crowe's) life, Crowe kills him. And I'm sure everyone cheered and whatnot, but come on... what was going through that kid's head when Wade put the gun on him for the second shot?

- Gotta go to work. boo!

been awhile

A couple things have happened since last time i blogged. So without further ado...

- I'm engaged! Yay!

- The court advisor is recommending Tuesday receive full custody of Mercedez. I am so excited about this. There are a lot of details that you don't need to know, but this was a huge answer to prayer (even though it was expected).

- The Vikings scored 41 points. And lost. To the Bears.

- Tues and I have been watching West Wing together. I think it's her new favorite show. And with good reason.

- Pete and Sarah and the kids were in church this morning. That was a neat surprise.

- So... McCain is probably going to lose. I'm disapoointed because I really, REALLY don't like the fact that this will galvanize the media into believing they get to pick the president (which I guess they do, if Obama wins). I hate the media. They're like the reporter on Die Hard, but we can't taser them in airplane bathroom.

- The original Max Payne wasn't about the apocalypse, right? Cause the Mark Wahlberg flick is throwing me. And why him? Couldn't they have found someone who looks less like they should be playing the overly-sweet boyfriend that is gonna get dumped for the girl's true-love in a remake of a romantic comedy and more like a street-hardened cop?

- I stopped at wal-mart, bought a few packs of Shards of Alara. Since it's Wal-Mart, the packs come thrice-layered. First the cardboard, then the plastic, then the actual card package. This is to prevent the psychics whose mental power is thwarted by an overabundance of material. Just think, if people knew which packs had the mythic rares... that's right, CHAOS!!! Elspeth might only be $28.00, instead of the - wait for it - $45.00+ she is going for right now. And then where would we be, right? Thank goodness for triple-packaging.

Anyway, I bought a couple packs, and pulled a Sarkhan Vol. I was so psyched. I made a sweet Red/Black/Green Deck I named *Planeswalker Delight* (Vol, Vess, and Nalaar). The stars (*) indicate awesomeness. Triple thick, like Neopolitan Ice Cream and Wal-Mart CCG Packages.

- Colin Powell endorsed Barack Obama. But that's okay, 'cause this election is not about race. Powell has just always been in the Most-Liberal-Senator-For-President Camp. What, you didn't know?

- I bought a RPG PC game called Divine Divinity for $2.00 at target. You'd have to expect some pretty bad sludge with a name and price like that, but it's like a more in-depth Diablo. I was pleasantly surprised. On the other hand, Disciples II was like a poor man's Lords of Magic, which was already a poor man's game. So we're talking a third-world poor man's game. But with good graphics.

- I haven't watched the cartoon Star Wars movie, or the subsequent cartoons. BUT, I did get a Boba Fett bobble-head from McDonald's, so I'm thinking my fanship is still intact.

ouch!

- Tues had three teeth pulled (wisdom and other) so she's been asleep for ever. The girls are watching "Swan Princess." I'm in the next room writing on my blog.

- Two weeks in and I've already lost interest in the NFL. Stupid Vikings.

- I soloed Dire Maul (Ogres and Plants) and Scholomance (although I didn't get to fight Gamling since rogues can't cast spells very well and there's that one room with the guys who get low and turn into wraiths that only take damage from spells, which rogues can't cast very well, so then it'd be like "oh noes! they be wraiths and I can't kill them with my Sinister Strike and/or Hemo!" and then I'd end up taking a durability hit). I didn't want to clear the BRD Emperor's room, so I attempted to take him out with 48 different elites hitting me (as soon as evasion ran out, I died; until then they couldn't hit me). I got him to 10%. I also couldn't take Balthazzar, in Human Stratholme, but he cheats. Like the Chinese.

- I don't think I said much about the Olympics. Could China be a more dispicable place? Communists are the worst. Except for Vegetarians. Who have smaller brains, by the way. ;P Kidding. Communists are worse.

- Second time throguh a game is tons more enjoyable. I'm playing Final Fantasy 12 again, and liking it WAAAAAYYYYYY more this time around. The writing is fantastic! And it's all old, and proper, like knights are supposed to talk. Anyway, I'm really, really liking it this time. I think the first time I played it, I thought Vaan, the "protagonist," was, in fact, the protagonist. Realizing he is not, but rather a catalyst to move the story, makes the whole thing so much more enjoyable. The first time it was like "okay... I get all that... but why am I (meaning Vaan) here?"

- I bought Katie a Sauron for her deck (I bought myself a different version; hers is way better). He's a 24 power, which basically says he can overwhelm anyone who doesn't have a buff, but then he gets power +2 per wound on him ("enduring"), and since my fellowship always, always has Legolas in it, it's an automatic wound during the archery phase. And to top it off, he's damage +2!! (Mine is damage +1, and does not have "enduring") Anyway, when she gets him down, it's like an automatic killing of two of my characters. Which leaves me, usually, with one left (plus Frodo). I run small fellowships. On the other hand, one of the recent games, Legolas, Gimli, and then Aragorn ALL defeated the Balrog. The cards fell well that day, I tell you.

- Mom got "Noble House" on netflix, a 6 hour or so miniseries starring Pierce Brosnan and John Rhys-Davies and some other people. It's interesting, despite the complete absence of logical expectation for that result. I think the Taipan is going to win, but that would mean his joss would have to change dramatically and the Americans would have to stick it to "Glimi" (as mom calls Mr. Rhys-Davies).

irregular apathy

- have any of you seen the animation of richard on the "looking for group" website? It's not for the squeamish, but it's chillingly funny in a macabre sort of way.

- Work has been really stressful lately.

- I miss my siblings.

- I have a bunch of homework I need to get done by tomorrow so my boss doesn't get mad at me. I'll probably put it off all day and end up getting up at 6am tomorrow to do it.

- Jenn, I'm working on episode 14... don't hold me to a date, though.

hey hey, we're the monkeys

- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N-JrYa3u_2U&feature=related

really made me chuckle.

- So I know some people aren't all that happy that McCain picked a woman to run with him, but honestly, between Deborah and Egleg, I think the choice is pretty clear.

- I've been playing some Lord of the Rings TCG with Katie, and my Eomer/Elven Archer deck does suprisingly well against my expensive deck. The arcehrs shoot holes in the bad guys, which boosts Eomer's strength; throw in a spear and a horse, and he can take out the balrog. Well, no, not actually the balrog, but the Witch-King of Angmar, at least.

- Jenn is gone off to college again, and dave and kaylynn are somewhere in florida. florida and wisconsin are stupid places.

- Biden? Really? *snerk*

- I'm waiting for Tuesday to get out of work so she can call me.

- Issac and Tera came over with Sophie. She is very cute. Sophie, not Issac. Ooh, BURN! Just kidding, Issac. I'm in your corner, bro.

- Heroes is coming back soon. I don't know if I can risk getting into it again. I'm pretty content with Psych and West Wing reruns.

- A thought on mozzarella sticks: ... they are delicious.

- I need a new PC but I don't really want to spend money on one, since I kind of have more important things to do with my money. So here I am, stuck with a non-dvd playing PC.

- Sink the Bismarck was on the last cd I burned. So was Rye or the Kaiser.

- If I had more to say, I'd get on here more often. Just nothing much is going on.

- People keep quitting where I work, and that makes me sad. I like a lot of these people.

people and dead people

- Bernie Mac passed away today. I never watched his show, or his comedy, but it still seems weird. He wasn't that old.

- What is wrong with girls? Not all girls, but a lot of them. There's this nice girl at work who is both smart and funny who is dating a guy who has cheated on her at least twice already, and she just found out he did it again. What makes girls do that? And everyone wants to yell at her and say "well duh! it's your own fault for still being with the guy!" but we don't cause she's really heartbroken about it. Tom said we (he and I) should beat the guy into the ground, if only, in his words, "he had my muscle and I had his lack of religion." Then he said that we'd probably be saving her life down the road 20 years, which would make it okay for me to beat the guy up, right? Heh. I didn't get into the whole "save a life" bit because I might need an excuse to beat the guy up if we ever meet.

- For some reason my internet is working right now. First time I've been able to get on blogger in 2 weeks or so.

- Burn Notice and Psych are both really good television, and they're both USA original shows. I didn't use to like the USA channel. No reason.

- Dave and Kaylynn left for Florida. Well-played, Matt and Yuisa. Well-played. Just wait until I cover your vehicle in tapioca pudding with Barry Manilow lyrics scrawled in the goopey, but delicious, mess.

- I need to finish cleaning up my room.

day off

- today was my day off. I did nothing, and now it's over. Bleah.

- "Democracy encourages the majority to decide things about which the majority is ignorant." - John Simon

- Insane characters are always the most interesting. Mel Gibson on Conspiracy Theory. The Joker. The Irishman from Braveheart. Brad Pitt in 12 Monkeys. Hamlet. The Fool in King Lear. Insanity is entertaining. Insanity is intriguing. Because it is outside the realms of normality, it is strangely compelling. And usually funny, and always more frightening.

- Okay, so I've been reading this Baptist History book by Beller, a Christian and a pastor, and I really am having some problems with it. I don't like his style at all. The information is good... if I could trust it. I know that sounds bad, but Beller doesn't give evidence. He gives conclusions. This book would never fly in academic/secular circles, which is what I'm more or less accustomed to. It has great information, but I have no idea if that information is correct. He constantly addressing his topic in a completely noncritical fashion, and then makes statements rather than arguments.

On the other hand, Beller is (I would assume?) writing to a Christian crowd who is going to accept his ethos, rather than to secular peers of the field, so it's hard to say that his manner is weak. The majority of his audience probably doesn't want to hear conflicting reports about Roger Wiliams.

Maybe I'm just tainted, but for over four years now, I've been hearing that texts need to be read critically. People lie to their diaries. People lie on their taxes, in their letters, in their journals, so you cannot accept anything penned by a man as 100% fact. You read everything cirtically, comparing texts to texts to verified accounts. Again, Beller's book is focused on a different crowd, but I'm having a hard time accepting what I'm reading as truth. In other words, while he is giving me a lot of information, it is not something I'd feel at all confident is utilizing as evidence against a secular historian in a debate on the nation's religious origins.

- I have to go ring shopping soon. A friend at work told me her aunt owns a jewelry shop and that if I tell her (the aunt) that I know her niece, she'll give me a deal. I doubt it's true. Life isn't like TV.

- Why... so... serious?

no connection

- My pc has no internet connection. Well it does, but it doesn't get any websites. It's some weird virus/firewall concoction that is likely to be the bane of human existence should it get out. I'm keeping it contained... by chopping off my arm with a CHAINSAW!! Heh, sorry.

- We saw Batman: the Dark Knight yesterday. It was good, and Heath Ledger was easily the best part. Not necessarily Oscar worthy, but then again, maybe. I felt myself continually waiting for the Joker to come back on. The fight scenes were kind of boring, but the part with the batcycle was sweet. I really liked the magic-trick. I liked everything about the Joker.

- I started reading a Baptist History book that I got for Christmas. And writing some more of my Isle story.

- Shop Smart. Shop S-Mart.

- I need a new game to play. I know, I say that a lot.

A few thoughts on drunken river-dancing

- I think my uncle's a genius. He was telling me about his new manuscript and the vast well of ideas and creative ability that he posesses amazed me. He's like Stephen Hawking without the "Hunchback of Notre Dame" thing going. Seriously, could that guy be any more terrifying? He looks like a cross between Cthulu and Gollum and he makes up black holes, (objects of massive destructive power, in all honesty) and everyone belives him. What kind of ethos does that take?

- I worked a lot this weekend, but I still got to spend a lot of time with the family. That was cool. Jenn rode home with me and got to hear my "Super-Awesome Mix CD: Out Is The New In." I named it myself.

- I guess I should write the 14th episode to my little "show" (btw, my feet smell really badly right now; that's what you get from deep-sea bass fishing in lake taho; also, deep-sea bass). I know, everyone is wondering just What Will Happen to those loveable beings of peculiar parlance. I know I am. What would be a fitting conclusion? Kill off a character? Blow up ADTEO? Have them buy a restaurant ala Diagnosis Murder? So many options... Maybe I'll just kill a character by blowing up ADTEO and then the jobless survivors can buy a restaurant. Something quaint, but also a little daring. Like a Mongolian/Starbucks buffet-style lounge.

- Poor Tuesday has been so sick and so tired lately. She has a calcium deficiency and her bones and especially teeth are weak. So she chipped a tooth on a apple and now the medicine is making her nauseated. And the chipped tooth is making her hurt. Poor sweet baby. =(

- It's late, so I'm going to bed.

internet, shminternet

- Our internet connection has been very sporadic lately. It makes spores. No, not really. It just isn't very reliable. In fact, there is a good chance that I will lose my connection before I'm done typing this sen

Just kidding.

- Blackmore's Night is a Renaissance band with some really cool music. I can't remember if I blogged about them already (since it's been like 52 years since I was blogging regularly). Anyway, the lead guiarist, Ritchie Blackmore, used to be a rock n' roll guy, and then he and his wife started a renaissance band and I think it's sweet. Some of their music gets a little rocky, but most of it sounds like something from Ultima V.... Stones, and whatnot.

- Final Fantasy 9 is way better than I remember it. I'm finally playing through it again, and I'm loving it. Hey, that's the McDonald's slogan! It gets into YOUR MIND and then it just lays there and burns...

_ I didn't blog about the NBA championships, but I really wanted the Celtics to win, and not only because "O.J. II" was on the other team. I wanted Kevin Garnett to get his championship. I always feel bad for those good athletes who get put on a rail because they didn't win the big game. Now he won it. And I've always like him when he played for Minnesota. Also, Bill Simmons has a way of making you root for his teams when you don't have your own to root for. I mean, what do I care about the Boston Celtics? Way more than I should, that's for sure.

- I've got a sweet MTG Mill Deck. It's so fun to play.

- I want to see "Wanted."

- I want to see "WALL-E."

- I want to see "Iron Man 2."

- I think Iron Man is probably my favorite comic book movie. Robert Downey Jr. was so fantastic and the Tony Starke character is perfect. He's better than Wolverine, and don't think that's easy to say. He's like a cool Brainiac (Brainiac's destiny number is Pi, btw. X deploy, Y forfeit, and then something about a square root for power. Look it up.)

- "Time flys. Especially sense I built a clock-a-polt. This Is the Colbert Report!" - Stephen Colbert

- I found the complete first season of Psych for $20! I was psyched! Hahahahaa! Get it? Eh? EHH?

- I had dirt cake for my birthday, and one of the red and yellow gummy worms was also half green and white. I named him Barack.

Isle of Aye

A short story I'm working on. It's silly.

Isle of Aye

I wasn’t sure what it was, at first, but that’s only because my eyes were unfocused. And that was only because I had fallen forever to land on a downy mattress, fluffed with a dozen pillows. Anyway, after a moment, I recognized it as a tulip.
It glared at me for a bit, turning a purplish hue, before straightening up and impatiently demanding I move. I rolled over and fell off the Flower Bed, and the tulip chortled. Or at least I imagined it did. Having never heard a tulip chortle, I could only guess as to what that might sound like. And I guessed it sounded like this gentleman/vegetation.
I stood up and brushed myself off. The air was pleasant, the view was pleasant, the smells were pleasant, but something didn’t seem quite right. For one, I couldn’t remember my name, but the Wal-Mart sticker on my shirt had “Michael” scribbled on it in childish hand-writing; also, one of my shoes was missing. The later didn’t distress me all that much, since shoes are bound to be lost when falling out of reality. Or into it, depending on one’s point-of-view.
“Where am I?” I queried, not the least bit worried I was addressing a giant flower.
It swayed a bit, sizing me up (I assumed; what else would it be doing?). “The Isle, of course,” it meowed. Now, you might be thinking, as was I, that this was poignantly absurd - flowers don’t meow. Yet this one did, and who was I to argue?
“The Isle?” I repeated in a ponderous tone. It was a tone I preferred to use to imply the person (or thing) I was dialoging with had been too ambiguous. The tulip understood, for soon he continued.
“The Isle of Aye.”
“An eye?”
“Of Aye,” he corrected; and if you think it was embarrassing being corrected by foliage, well, you’re only on the first chapter.
“Whose eye?”
“Not an eye. Aye, as in a word of assent, agreement, or confirmation.”
“Ah,” I said, the concept being much more abundantly clear. The tulip was apparently bored with our conversation, so he climbed into his bed, and promptly fell asleep.
The Isle of Aye was a lovely place. Green grass, rolling hills, smooth mountain sides covered in dozens of waterfalls that ran down to form crystal lakes. Flowers and fruit trees populated the landscape. But oddly enough, the Isle was not surrounded by water.
“Why do they call it an island?”
“The Island,” growled Sergei. Sergei was a GroundHog. At that time, I knew very little about anything, but that this rodent was named Sergei, I was more than certain. He poked his head out of a little hole, chattered his teeth together and stared blankly.
“Where did you come from?” I asked, but only to be polite.
“From under the ground,” he said simply, and it all became clear to me.
“There is no water,” I explained.
“Are.”
“What?”
“Are no water,” he said definitively.
“Water is singular,” I argued.
“Nay, water is plural. You don’t have a ‘cup of a water.’ You have a ‘cup of water;’ like a ‘cup of monkeys.’”
I had to concede to his superior logic. “There are no water around the Isle.”
“Your point?”
“Why do they call it an island?”
Sergei sighed, which, frankly, is endearing in a GroundHog. “The Isle. Because it is not connected to land.”
I nodded. It most certainly wasn’t. Hanging in a pinkish-orange cloud-filled sky, absent of any support or means of floating (which it was), the Isle was reminiscent of a paradisiacal haven. Or a prison. A paradisiacal prison. “Do you really say that?”
“Say what?” he asked.
“’Cup of monkeys?’”
“Only when they all get out, of course.”
“Of course.” That only made sense. I began to walk away.
“Stop!” he bellowed suddenly.
“What is it?”
“You are walking on my ground!”
“I beg your pardon?”
“This ground is mine, and you are standing on it. It’s mine!” the GroundHog said.
“Shall I stand there?” I pointed to a small river bank.
“No! That is mine too!”
“What about-”
“Mine!”
I frowned. Sergei had issues. “Aren’t you supposed to help me?”
He looked dumbfounded, then hung his head. “You can stand there. If you must.”
I smiled. I counted that as a win, and defeating furry rodents in battles of wits was a prime source of self-satisfaction. “I have questions.”
“I might have answers. I might not. I’m only a subterranean rodent.”
“First, how did I get here?”
“Dimensional vortex.”
“Really?”
“No.” Sergei sighed again. “You are too gullible. Dimensional vortexes are green, fool.”
I bowed my head, a bit ashamed. Of course dimensional vortices are green. I was scared to ask my next question for fear of even greater embarrassment, but I felt that I must. “What is this place-”
“The Isle of-”
“-for?”
“Oh.” His tail bristled. “I can’t tell you that.”
“You don’t know?”
“Of course I know! I’m your guide, remember? I know everything.” He paused. “Well, everything I know of, that is.”
“Why can’t you tell me?”
He sat down and put up three fingers. “One, because it would not be prudent to hand out that information willy-nilly now, would it? No, it wouldn’t.” He put down his fingers and nodded twice.
“And?”
“What?” He looked at me with a blank expression and went back to brushing his tail.
“Well, what am I supposed to do?”
“Practically or theoretically?”
“What’s the difference?” I asked, but only because I thought he didn’t know.
“One I can tell you, one I can’t.”
“Oh. Practically, then.”
He grinned. I think. “You are supposed to leave.”
“But I just got here.”
“I don’t make the rules.” He shrugged and began digging in the dirt.
“Will you help me?”
“I suppose I must.” Sergei scratched the back of his ear. “Contractually obligated.” I mentally breathed an air of relief (which isn’t easy). Bound by paper, I had no doubts Sergei would follow through with his duties.

me, again

- I doubt anyone still checks this. I wouldn’t, if I were you. Thank goodness I’m not. J/k. You’re all wonderful people.

- I finished my history class. I loved this class; the first one since my second freshman semester that I looked forward to. By the way, writing for history is so… gray compared to the writing I like to do. They want brevity and precision. They want structure. It’s great for my debating skills, and other stuff, too, I’m sure. It’s just a boring way to write. Oh, oh - I have a new record. I wrote a six-page paper in an hour, the morning it was due, and got an A. Woot.

- So, I’m planning on marrying Tuesday. We’ve talked about it a lot, and that part’s decided. I haven’t officially proposed yet, but it’s decided. She got Mercedez (her daughter) permanently (at least for now (see, I misused “permanently;” I can do that ‘cause this is a blog)). Mercedez is six. She is a beautiful, energetic, lovely young girl. She also has not been raised in a Christian environment and has a strong will.

I’m going to be her father, in a way. The responsibility of her being raised rightly is going to be on my shoulders. I’m going to have a six-year old daughter. It’s daunting. She has been staying here while Tuesday works (Tues works overnights) and has had trouble staying in bed. A new place, and all that. So tonight I went up there and almost spanked her. I probably should have, but it was too hard. So instead I got stern and threatened spankings. It worked, but I wonder if I would have followed through. I better get some resolve, and fast. I think I would have. I have to.

It’s all new to her. She had been living with her dad, mostly, for the past year or so. She wasn’t made to mind, she wasn’t given any structure. And now she is going to have to. But I don’t want her to hate me. I know, that sounds so petulant, but it’s true. It’s going to be tough for awhile, so pray for me, and Tues and Mercy. And Katie. She and I have always been so close, and this is hard for her to see another little girl taking a prominent place. It’s hard on me too, to see it being so hard on her.

- I almost cried again this past Sunday. I got thinking about Dan, and how Tuesday would never get to meet him, here on earth. Lots of memories. Pastor has been preaching a series on Heaven, and how Christians ought to long to leave this world to be there. Well, nothing reminds a Christian of how horrible it is here and how wonderful it will be there like the passing of a loved one. Thinking of Dan always makes me hate this place so much. I wish Tues could know him. I think she and Mercy are coming for the 4th, and I want to take her over to the cemetery. I used to feel so weird talking or writing about him. I hate that. When I go, I want you all to talk about me. I know, that’s shallow; but it’s true. I want people to talk about me. I want to have made an impact on you. Dan made an impact on me. Dan was incredibly important to me. Here I am, crying again. I wish he could have been at Dave’s wedding. I wish he could be at mine.

- I'll try to keep up on this a bit more. I guess no one knows what's going on in my life, so I'll try to share.

cause i cant say it vocally

- I have the best family in the world. My parents provided me with the best home life; I never lacked anything. My dad has fixed my various cars more times than I can count; they both fix everything. Always have. Mom works so hard to make everyone else happy and so often we still complain. She's the best, though.

Those hiking and camping trips we went on, the ones you probably thought we were bored the whole time? I miss them. I miss putting up our tent in the backyard and having dad come out and tell us silly stories that scared me to death back then. A few days ago I was thinking about wrapping paper. A different ending could have been terrifying but instead it what probably our favorite story.

I miss driving in the car for hours on end; having to sleep in those seats; eating mushed up chicken salad sandwhiches. I miss playing Yoshi. I miss all my sibblings being together. I miss playing 500. I miss playing Hearts.

We grow up, and things change, and some things get better, and some things are missed. I miss my family, the way it was, and will never be again. I guess that's part of growing up. But I still want to say, Thank You, Mom and Dad. Thank you, Dave, and Jenn, and Katie. What a great life this has been.

race

- CNN keeps talking about race as an issue in the primaries and were especially surprised that Clinto and Obama split the white vote evenly in Virginia, like white people weren;t gonna vote for a black guy. Well, CNN, you're a bunch of morons.

Guess what? The majority doesn't care about race. Minorities care about race, because they think their life is tough because they're a minority. Majorities don't care about race because they know their lives stink too. Of course, I'm generalizing. Race does play a part, usually in relatively new provinces/countires/papal states... (=P). BUT as a general rule for our country, race is not a major factor for whtie people. It is for Blacks, Hispanics, and most minorities.

- I don't think comedies about black families are funny. It's not cause I'm racist or anything, I just don't think black actors acting like black people is inherently funny. Movies about white families where the family is constantly yelling at each other are called heart-wrenching dramas. Movies about black families yelling at each other are HILARIOUS! (wha?) Being black (or white, or any color) is not inherently funny or entertaining. "Welcome home, Roscoe Something-or-other" is a the new martin lawrence comedy, btw. Find a trailer, imagine everyone is Asian or white or something other than black, and then tell me how it's funny.

- I think it's great Huckabee is still in it. McCain should be embarrassed. He should be getting shamed as conservatives flock to any candidate but him. So, now that Romney's out, I'm hopign Huckabee sticks around a bit to show McCain how much we don't like him.

losers

- "It takes all kinds to make a world, but some kinds we could do without." - Charles M. Schulz.

Aye, Mr. Schulz. Aye. And we call them "losers." Are you or is someone you know suffering from loserdom? Here are just a few telltale signs.

A. You and your friend/co-worker/significant other are going through drive-thru and they order something off the dollar menu, and you make them pay for it. I don't know how many times someone says "we have two separate orders" and they're both under 4 dollars. Bunch of losers.

B. Guys who take girls out and make them pay for their own meal. Ticks me off.

C. Any group of 4 people who order 4 items off the dollar menu but can only pay by credit card. Not a single one of you in the car has a fiver? Really? (Our creidt card machine goes down for about half an hour every night to reset; I understand one or two people being out of cash, but there were four people in that car...)

D. People who really think it matters between MSU and UoM. I mean, a rivalry is nice, but if you're insane about it, that's kind of losery.

E. People who pick teams that aren't their own state (or somehow related to them through family, past residency, etc.), and then get sulky when they lose. Come on, they're not even your team! Disappointment is okay, but who outside of Boston and Boston-born people really cares that the Patriots lost? Apparently, people in Alma Michigan.

F. People who don't know who Charles M. Schulz is.

G. Not Conan O'brian, Jon Stewart, and Steven Colbert. That mock brawl they had was the funniest thnig I've seen on youtube in a long time.

super bowl

- Heh. Heheheh. That was great. Yeah, I wanted the Patriots to win 19 straight, 'cause now it will probably never happen. But you just had to love them going down to the GIANTS. They seemed so arrogant.

After Moss and Brady hooked up for that touchdown in the fourth, you know all they said to each other when they put their helmets together was "Tom Brady/Randy Moss" like some bizzaro William Shatner bit. Every overthrown pass? "I'm Tom Brady! I can do whatever I want!" He had to be thinking it.

And Eli Manning has a superbowl ring. You have any idea how badly Peyton wishes he were an NFC quarterback? He'd be there every year!

- So this guy at work totally does not get teh whole 24 hours in a day, 7 days in a week thing. He'll ask questions like "it's 5:30am right now, in 24 hours it will be...?" Or "seven days from the eleventh..., it will be the 20th, right?" (not kidding, that actually happened) So I've started to mess with him. I say stuff like "It's 7am, so 24 hours will be 7pm, tomorrow, right?" He stares for a minute, and I say "Yeah, okay," to myself, in a self-concluding way. And he says, "yeah." He's like my own personal Dwight.

- Hacking PC RPG games is fun. I know a lot of people say "but that takes all the fun out of it!" BUT THEY'RE WRONG! My latest is dungeon master. Giving your starting party 800 mana apiece is FUN. Get away from me with that "challenges are good" stuff. This is about establishing every kind of superiority over blue meanies and mummies!

- Playing Halo again, but ever since Halo 3 came out, there are hardly any players online for Halo 1. So that's sad.

- Can't wait for Dave's wedding. Yuisa better come.

- Mike and Emily had their baby. Congratulations to them! I hear she's beautiful, but for some reason still haven't seen a picture. Or the actual baby. But I guess that's akin to getting a picture of Johnny Depps' kids. Now that they're on easy street in Fenwick, they've become so elitist. Probably have their own milking cow, too! I'm kidding, in case the sarcasm was too realistic for you. I know, my tone wasn't giving any hints. Pay closer attention, eh?

- Psych is such a fantastic show. "Can you look up any John Does? While your at it, look up all the Does. Tae Kwan, Play, Cookie, Do Ci-" I love that show.

- Obama is such an inspirational guy. He's inspired me to do so many things, like boycott all things Obama. Barack Hussein. Hmm, a comic strip about a lebonese coal miner named Barack Hussein, who is desperately trying to find his lost donkey, could be hilarious. Or not; only time will tell.

2008

- So this is the new year.... It's really not that bad.

- I threw my shoulder out somehow about a month ago; now it hurts, right at the joint. And it's moving into my elbow.

- I feel like I'm really busy all the time.

- My brother came home and is leaving tomorrow. He's taking Jen with him. =(

- So Huckabee won Iowa. Heheh. And so did Obama. See, here's what I think about Obama. I hope he wins the Democratic nomination. But I have this feeling that AARP isn't going to be able to convince its members to vote for a african-american so easily. Old people have the weirdest and most racist ideas, sometimes. The older people get, the less likely they are to vote for a non-white. It's bred into them. Now, some of them, the less senile, won't care, but many of them see a black person and will see someone whom should follow, not lead. It's not good or right, and hopefully I'm wrong about the number of older folks that are like that. Not that I want Obama to be our president; I'm just against racism. Way to take a stand, amirite?

- I had a very nice Christmas. I have the greatest parents in the world. I wish I said it more often.

- I also fell on a mopped floor at work and realy bruised up my shin and knee. It hurts when touched. So stop poking it.

- I guess one of my cousins was harboring a fugitive from the police. That's...cool, eh?

- I'll try to get back into the habit of blogging. My writing is rusty.