Stop Weezing the Cardio!

What's up buuuudy? You've probably already guessed it, but Pauly Shore was working out at the gym last night when I was. How nifty. He's a little taller in real life than I thought he would be, but otherwise he's pretty much how I guessed he'd be. He was there with some big tattooed guy. I didn't bother him because he'd probably just get irritated. I went home and trimmed my tree and bushes instead. That is all.

We can never go back.

Yeah, it's a cliche, but you only get to be a kid once. One chance at growing up, and then it's done. I'm not sure why, but I've been in a really contemplative mood this afternoon. I got to thinking about where I grew up and had that mental movie montage playing where I see a number of memories from years ago. I remember how enjoyable so much of it was (though some of it did suck; it is life after all). I really wish I had taken more time to enjoy it all. To really let it soak in. To "take time to smell the roses". With my personality I tend to focus on the thorns. Don't get me wrong. I have no intention of living where I grew up again. It's just not the same after being gone for seven years. I guess I'm just having one of those days where I think about how my life isn't where I thought it'd be at this point and how the timeline of God's plan for me isn't what I would have picked. Shouldn't I be doing something important by now? Shouldn't I feel more comfortable in my own skin? Shouldn't I have somebody to share all this with? Maybe I just need to spend some more time thinking...or less time. I'm not really sure.

It's like a dream come true.

Okay, so it's maybe not that great, but it is pretty sweet. McDonald's is finally pulling their collective head out of their pocket and giving us what we the consumer have wanted for decades...their breakfast foods all day long. Here is the article 'splaining the doin's that are a transpirin'.

Jason Martin is a genius.

Who's Jason Martin you may ask? That's a ridiculous question. Go slap yourself for even asking it. I've got time. I'll wait. *tick, tick, tick* That's better. He's the frontman and driving force behind Starflyer 59...the best band you've likely never heard of. Their new album My Island came out on Tuesday, and I've already listened to it like 8 times. I just don't feel like listening to anything else right now. It's that good. I would say it's their best album since Leave Here A Stranger (no small praise that). Not that the albums in between were bad, far from it. It's just that My Island has that "master opus" feel to it that LHAS possesses. I'm really too lazy to go into all the reasons why My Island is so great, but one example is the bass. Now I am not by nature a bass-noticer when I listen to music, but the sound they achieved on this album works perfectly and the bass forces you to take notice. I've likened SF59's music to a sonic stew in the past, and that certainly applies here. I can't wait to catch all the little nuances I know I've missed so far.

Buckeye Fans Are Ruining Football

It's a sport I've loved for years and it's even played a significant role in me living where I do now (and to some degree who I am), but these people really try my patience. There was a game on Saturday night, and I went to a party some friends were having. Going into the situation I already knew I'd care the least of anyone there about the outcome of the game. That's fine. What I wasn't prepared for was the sorry excuse for a human being who was also there.

He embodies everything that could be wrong about sports. Sure, there were the general "I hate the other team" type of comments that I was expecting from the typical Buckeye fan, but he took his "game" to the next level. He started off by making fun of the other team's quarterback for having saved a neighbor who had a seizure or some such. He complained that since some old guy had been saved it would cost him money (through taxes) to care for the guy, and he commented that the quarterback was an idiot for having helped somebody out. Classy. After the game was well in hand, he kept cheering for a severe injury to befall any and all members of the other team. Extra Classy. He is apparently also a high school football coach, a position that gives you a chance to shape young minds while teaching positive qualities like teamwork. If you've read this far, you already know that's not what he's chosen to do. He talked for longer than I cared to listen about how he teaches his kids from the time they're freshmen to play dirty. Double Classy with Cheese. There were other fine examples, but for the sake of space and my sanity, I'll stop now.

What really gets me though is that he has an infant son. I would be absolutely shocked if that kid wasn't raised to be the same brand of asshole as his father. I suppose that the bigger problem is that he's just the cherry on top of the poor-sportsmanship sundae of Columbus. Why do these people try so hard to ruin a game I enjoy so much?

I like my Jesus to be a weather vane!

Even Jesus (at least as indicated by this statue of him) thinks Fall is the best season. It's clear to me from the picture that he's signaling a touchdown (or possibly a field goal). If Jesus likes football so much, then he must like Fall the best since that's when the season starts. Any clear-thinking person knows that. That makes perfect sense so far, but you may ask why is the Fall the best time of the year? If you hadn't noticed, the air gets both cooler and drier in the fall. If you think for a moment that Jesus doesn't like cool refreshment, you've obviously ignored the pool in front of him.

You can read more about this Jesus statue here.