Friday, November 30, 2007

Holiday Mint Blast

Listen to how much of a tool I am: I saw an ad on TV for the new Holiday Mint Blast at Sonic, and immediately got in my car to go and buy one. Score one for effective marketing. In the end, however, I was severely disappointed. More on it all later, but suffice it to say that I am a tool.

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Carlos Mencia

I used to be a Carlos Mencia hater. Honestly, I still kind of am a Carlos Mencia hater. But, his special was on Comedy Central tonight, and this made me laugh:

"You know what they said in California? 'Um, I propose that we kick all of the illegal aliens out of this country. Then we build a superfence, so they can't get back in.' And I went, 'Um. . . Who's gonna build it? ... if the wetbacks are gone, there goes the work force.' Maybe what we should do is make 'em build the fence first, then kick them out. They're already near the border, when thet're finished, just go, 'man this side looks perfect, how does the other side look?' 'I don't know, let me go check.' And when they cross, poof, close the doors. 'Oh man they treek us. But hay it looks good on this side, too.'"

sorry if that's racist.

Monday, November 26, 2007

This One Really is My Parents Fault

What has to say about this god-awful condition of mine:

"When a person is exposed to an allergen, a series of events takes place:

The body starts to produce a specific type of antibody, called IgE, to bind the allergen.

The antibodies attach to a form of blood cell called a mast cell. Mast cells can be found in the airways, in the GI tract, and elsewhere. The presence of mast cells in the airways and GI tract makes these areas more susceptible to allergen exposure.

The allergens bind to the IgE, which is attached to the mast cell. This triggers a reaction that allows the mast cells to release a variety of chemicals including histamine, which causes most of the symptoms of an allergy, including itchiness or runny nose."


"Most allergies are inherited, which means they are passed on to children by their parents. People inherit a tendency to be allergic, although not to any specific allergen. When one parent is allergic, their child has a 50% chance of having allergies. That risk jumps to 75% if both parents have allergies."

So, thanks Mom, Dad.

Sunday, November 25, 2007

Are You Kidding Me?

In a mind blowing turn of events, the Missouri tigers beat the no. 2 ranked Kansas Gayhawks last night. So, after 22 years of being a Tigers fan, I can finally say that my team is not only a worthwhile team, but that they are the best team in the nation. Here's to a collapse of the Oklahoma Sooners.

Saturday, November 24, 2007

Christmas List

I am in need of some reccomendations for good movies. My netflix queue is running low, and they keep repeating their reccomendation. Anyone?

Thursday, November 22, 2007

And one obligatory Happy Thanksgiving to all of Blogdome.

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

My New Squad

So, Fulham F.C. is my new favorite soccer (football) team. I just watched them lose to New York Yankeesque Liverpool tonight. However, they have won my favor due to their heart, their energy, their acrobatic goalie, and their four Americans on the starting roster. Go Cottagers!

Growing Pains

I've been trying to get away from my thesis-paper blog entries. But my heart is burning:

Last night, I spent the better part of two hours watching Kirk Cameron get his ass handed to him on Nightline. It was an old-fashioned debate between him, his colleague Ray Comfort, and some disgruntled atheists. They were discussing the existence of God, and whether or not there is any scientific evidence of Him. I then got on Youtube and searched for video responses to what both sides had said. It was all pretty shocking, but only strengthened my resolve and my awe of this God that the world seems so turned off to.

The good:
Everything that the atheists said was predictable. They bypassed real science, sighting only unproven theories; man's science justifying itself. And it was obvious to me that their inability to disprove God's existence means that their beliefs are only as valid, and not possibly more valid, as Mr. Cameron and my beliefs. And, honestly, how can anyone disagree with Mike Seaver?

The Bad:
Mr. Cameron and his pastor friend were way out of their league. It seems that they were trying to get by on star power alone. They rased some decent points, but the truth is that God just can't be proven by worldy rationale. God and eternity contain science and the natural world. That is, they exist outside of rationale. So, the God Squad didn't stand a chance, arguing in man's terms about concepts that man cannot fully comprhend. They looked foolish, truthfully.

My conclusion:
The church has really done a hell of a lot of damage. Literally. Peoples' aversion to a loving and sovereign God can only come from a gross misrepresentation of Him by his so-called people. The antagoinists in this debate were angry, bitter, and spiteful of the very idea of God and of religion. I've begun to recognize how the transgressions of organized religion in the name of God have damaged the hurting souls that surround me. My prayer is that I can shower those around me with love, as a reflection of Christ's perfect love for me, apart from and in spite of religion. But is was a good Youtube date, and a good night at work overall.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

My Favorite __________

And finally, My favorite sunset. A fitting end, truely.

Monday, November 19, 2007

Sunday, November 18, 2007

My Favorite __________

My favorite building shot.

Saturday, November 17, 2007

My Favorite __________

My Favorite Black and White.

Friday, November 16, 2007

My Favorite __________

My Favorite Portrait

Maximum Level of Awesomeness...

... is Nickel Creek covering "Toxic." This must be love:


I just got finished watching a movie called Cashback. Its about an insomniac that gets a night job at a supermarket to pass the time when he should be sleeping. I can relate. It was a beautiful movie, trying to communicate the struggle to find love and beauty amidst the constant constraints of time. What I took from it:

"I read once about a woman whose secret fantasy was to have an affair with an artist. She thought he would really see her. He would see every curve, every line, every indentation and love them because they were part of the beauty that made her unique."


"Love is there if you want it to be. You just have to see that it's wrapped in beauty and hidden away in between the seconds of your life. If you don't stop for a minute, you might miss it."

But, don't bring the kids.

Monday, November 12, 2007

The Late Show

Everyone I've ever known has wished me well
Anyway that's how it seems, it's hard to tell
Maybe people only ask you how you're doing
'Cause that's easier
Than letting on how little they could care
But when you know you've got a real friend somewhere
Suddebly all the others are so much easier to bear

Now to see things clear is hard enough I know
While you're waiting for reality to show
Without dreaming of the perfect love
And holding it so far above
That if you stumbled onto someone real
You'd never know

You could be with somebody who is lonely too
(Sometimes it doesn't show)
He might be trying to get across to you
(Words can be so slow)
When your own emptiness is all that's getting through
There comes a point when you're not sure why you're still talking
I passed that point long ago

I'm so tired of all this circling
And all these glimpses of the end
(You know it's useless to pretend)
That's all the voices say
"You'll go right on circling
Until you've found some kind of friend"

Well I saw you through the laughter and the noise
You were talking with the soldiers and the boys
While they scuffled for your weary smiles
I thought of all the empty miles
And the years that I've spent looking for your eyes

Now I'm sitting here wondering what to say
(That you might recognise)
Afraid that all these words might scare you away
(To break through the disguise)
No-one ever talks about their feelings anyway
Without dressing them in dreams and laughter
I guess it's just too painful otherwise

It's like you're standing in the window of a house nobody lives in
And I'm sitting in a car across the way
(Let's just say)
It's an early model Chevrolet
(Let's just say)
It's a warm and windy day
You go and pack your sorrow
The trashman comes tomorrow
Leave it at the curb and we'll just roll away...