hannah and me (part two)
it's been a month since part one. a lot of things have happened. a lot of things haven't. i've pissed people off. people have pissed me off. worked some. been off some. wrote some...
...not enough.
i've been thinking a lot lately about things that people say when they are expecting a baby. or about to have a baby. or when they remember having a baby for the first time. they say that their life is going to change. they say that they aren't responsible enough to take care of a completely dependant little human. they ask how they are going to rearrange their life around the baby. they say other things to try and grasp the magnitude of procreation. sarah and i said all of those things too. puts a lot of pressure on that little burden, er, baby. i have come to realize that all of those things that i said and that others say are retarded...
...and selfish.
i am so lucky and blessed for hannah. the only thing in my life that has changed because of her is that my heart got bigger. i get to love more. i understand how god loves me more. it's ridiculous how i worried about my selfish life before her. i still get to play softball. and basketball. i still get to watch what i want. (now, a lot of that is because of sarah and i am lucky for her too.) but those things don't really mean much as compared to taking the baby girl to dreamland and watching her eat chips and banana pudding. watching her fall asleep in the back seat on the way home. laying her head on my chest, still half asleep, on the way up the stairs. taking her shoes and socks off and laying her down in her bed. hearing her say, "thank you, daddy". knowing that i am going to get a big hug and a wet kiss when she wakes up from her nap. knowing that i'll get to fight her for the remote during monday night football tonight. knowing that i'll get to love her more and more every day for the rest of my life.
i am a selfish human being, admittedly. and will forever be. i knew before hannah that god would never give me something i couldn't handle, including her. i know now that the things i will get riled up and write about here are all small in comparison to her and that god will get me through those things too.
i am retarded. people are retarded. no offense to the mentally retarded. it's just a figure of speech.
but i gain perspective every day.
in spite of myself, i grow more wise and more dangerous.
i am no genius, but at least i pay attention.
i am ready for my wet kiss.
Monday, November 28, 2005
Sunday, November 27, 2005
jazz hands, everyone!!!
(525,600 reasons why i will never see rent)
disclaimer: most of these reasons are pretty damn shallow
1. it's a musical. if you have to express your inner monologue (or inner fabulous-ness) by breaking out into song, i would rather read a book. granted i've enjoyed a musical here and there. moulin rouge was campy and retro enough to be a guilty pleasure. i enjoyed chicago in spite of myself. these are most definitely exceptions to my rule, though, and rent will not be joining this very short list.
2. for some reason, every time i see the trailer to this movie, i want to throw up.
3. anthony rapp should've stopped acting after adventures in babysitting. this movie was a masterpiece and his mt. everest. why lower yourself, anthony, with all the singing?
4. most of my employess at coldstone are theater/tech. students. this plays well when trying to convey a happy, singy environment to separate coldstone from other ice-cream shops, but if i hear the words rent and "spectacular", "fabulous", "amazing", or "unbelievable" in the same sentence one more time, i am going to have to shut myself in the freezer. also, i don't need you to sing to me your own personal rendition of some "fabulous" song from rent while i am making the schedule. "it will negatively affect your hours and the friends you want to work with." while i am smiling and telling you how much i enjoy your song, this is what i am actually thinking.
5. rosario dawson should still be kicking someone's ass in sin city. not singing.
6. going to see rent or any movie musical does not make you "cultured". it makes you lazy. if you want culture, go see the musical on a stage. go play in the museum of art. read a book. please don't draw any comparisons between rent and any other movie musicals in some sort of critical analyses. they are all movies.
7. i don't have time to see many movies. if i have to choose between those that are out now or will soon be out, i would place good night and good luck, syrianna, narnia, aeon flux, harry potter, chicken little, king kong, jarhead, or a dennis quaid family comedy over rent.
8. did i mention that seeing the trailer makes me want to throw up? i cannot explain this gutteral reaction scientifically...
9. i am already waiting to hear how the soundtrack has changed someone's life...
i'll cut the list 525,591 reasons short. i could go on, but shaun alexander just kicked off.
call me close-minded. in this case you would probably be right. my rationale, most likely, would not hold up in court. like it if you want. "love it!!! (with a lisp)" if you must. just don't tell me that it's "fabulous"...
...please.
(525,600 reasons why i will never see rent)
disclaimer: most of these reasons are pretty damn shallow
1. it's a musical. if you have to express your inner monologue (or inner fabulous-ness) by breaking out into song, i would rather read a book. granted i've enjoyed a musical here and there. moulin rouge was campy and retro enough to be a guilty pleasure. i enjoyed chicago in spite of myself. these are most definitely exceptions to my rule, though, and rent will not be joining this very short list.
2. for some reason, every time i see the trailer to this movie, i want to throw up.
3. anthony rapp should've stopped acting after adventures in babysitting. this movie was a masterpiece and his mt. everest. why lower yourself, anthony, with all the singing?
4. most of my employess at coldstone are theater/tech. students. this plays well when trying to convey a happy, singy environment to separate coldstone from other ice-cream shops, but if i hear the words rent and "spectacular", "fabulous", "amazing", or "unbelievable" in the same sentence one more time, i am going to have to shut myself in the freezer. also, i don't need you to sing to me your own personal rendition of some "fabulous" song from rent while i am making the schedule. "it will negatively affect your hours and the friends you want to work with." while i am smiling and telling you how much i enjoy your song, this is what i am actually thinking.
5. rosario dawson should still be kicking someone's ass in sin city. not singing.
6. going to see rent or any movie musical does not make you "cultured". it makes you lazy. if you want culture, go see the musical on a stage. go play in the museum of art. read a book. please don't draw any comparisons between rent and any other movie musicals in some sort of critical analyses. they are all movies.
7. i don't have time to see many movies. if i have to choose between those that are out now or will soon be out, i would place good night and good luck, syrianna, narnia, aeon flux, harry potter, chicken little, king kong, jarhead, or a dennis quaid family comedy over rent.
8. did i mention that seeing the trailer makes me want to throw up? i cannot explain this gutteral reaction scientifically...
9. i am already waiting to hear how the soundtrack has changed someone's life...
i'll cut the list 525,591 reasons short. i could go on, but shaun alexander just kicked off.
call me close-minded. in this case you would probably be right. my rationale, most likely, would not hold up in court. like it if you want. "love it!!! (with a lisp)" if you must. just don't tell me that it's "fabulous"...
...please.
Thursday, November 24, 2005
miserable and loving it...
you know the miserable i am talking about. the miserable you anticipate. the miserable i have been looking forward to for weeks now. the miserable that makes you get that second helping that's just as big as, if not bigger than, the first because you've got to feel it. it has been a good five hours now since i have eaten anything. i am still full. that's good miserable...
for all intents and purposes, thanksgiving is over. i expected a lot, and it almost lived up to those lofty expectations. the dressing was perfect. the sweet potatoes with marshmellows (i was lucky!!!) were divine. the coca-cola salad just as good as always. the company was great. i talked more this year. it felt good. there was a dick there today. i watched him and i wondered if people thought i had been a dick in year's past, just sitting and eating and only really talking to sarah. i hope not. maybe i was better than that. i was this year. not just for the sake of it, though. because i really enjoyed myself. michael vick came through. sat through an audio-challenged war of the worlds, but it was pretty good and exciting. and you know what? it didn't go by too fast. i mean, it went by faster than i wished, but i was able to savor the day more than i thought i would. the time didn't fly, and i am thankful for that.
depending on which mall you're going to, christmastime officially opens in around three hours. wow. i still suggest that you sleep in. i am going to. but some deals are just too good, right? just too good? no, they aren't. you are still buying something so incredibly marked up that they will still make plenty of money even if it's half off(!!!). sleep late. "the deals" will be there when you wake up.
christmastime approaches me this year like "the nothing" did atreyu in the neverending story. i can feel it coming. i can see it coming. this big, commercial, artificially religious, fake, obligated blob of bullshit coming destroying everything in sight. atreyu couldn't stop "the nothing" and i can't stop "christmastime", but "the nothing" didn't destroy the universe. it just blew everything up so that it could start from scratch again.
start with something unique. and innocent. and exciting...
you know the miserable i am talking about. the miserable you anticipate. the miserable i have been looking forward to for weeks now. the miserable that makes you get that second helping that's just as big as, if not bigger than, the first because you've got to feel it. it has been a good five hours now since i have eaten anything. i am still full. that's good miserable...
for all intents and purposes, thanksgiving is over. i expected a lot, and it almost lived up to those lofty expectations. the dressing was perfect. the sweet potatoes with marshmellows (i was lucky!!!) were divine. the coca-cola salad just as good as always. the company was great. i talked more this year. it felt good. there was a dick there today. i watched him and i wondered if people thought i had been a dick in year's past, just sitting and eating and only really talking to sarah. i hope not. maybe i was better than that. i was this year. not just for the sake of it, though. because i really enjoyed myself. michael vick came through. sat through an audio-challenged war of the worlds, but it was pretty good and exciting. and you know what? it didn't go by too fast. i mean, it went by faster than i wished, but i was able to savor the day more than i thought i would. the time didn't fly, and i am thankful for that.
depending on which mall you're going to, christmastime officially opens in around three hours. wow. i still suggest that you sleep in. i am going to. but some deals are just too good, right? just too good? no, they aren't. you are still buying something so incredibly marked up that they will still make plenty of money even if it's half off(!!!). sleep late. "the deals" will be there when you wake up.
christmastime approaches me this year like "the nothing" did atreyu in the neverending story. i can feel it coming. i can see it coming. this big, commercial, artificially religious, fake, obligated blob of bullshit coming destroying everything in sight. atreyu couldn't stop "the nothing" and i can't stop "christmastime", but "the nothing" didn't destroy the universe. it just blew everything up so that it could start from scratch again.
start with something unique. and innocent. and exciting...
Sunday, November 20, 2005
"you can wipe that shit-eating grin off your face, 'cuz this is a sad one. of course, if you've been eating shit, today probably hasn't been your day."
a week of thanksgiving, right? we're there. we're thankful, and then the thankful stops and the shopping starts on friday. really early on friday. please don't get up early on friday. it's really quite silly. if you are off from work, class, school, please sleep in. have breakfast with your family. even if it's leftovers.
thanksgiving is different this year. it feels different. i have always found reasons to be thankful. i don't have to look far. but i don't usually look forward to thanksgiving the way i am this year. i don't know why that is exactly. i know part of it's the dressing. and the coca-cola salad. and the sweet potatoes with marshmellows (if i am lucky). but i am really looking forward to the trip this year. i've gotten pretty good at talking in front of people, but i am still not terribly accomplished at talking to people. only if i feel like the person really knows me can i open up and not be a nervous wreck. i feel like, this year more than most, i wish i could tell the people that i will spend the majority of my day with how lucky i feel to be with and around them. sarah and hannah are givens, right? but i don't want to take them for granted. and i don't. not anymore. my mother-in-law knows more about me than she wants to know. i know this. but she loves me anyway. and i love her. i can't wait to hang out with her family. i may not talk any more than i ever do, but i'll be happy to be there and feel lucky that i was invited. my brother-in-law...i have always seen a lot of me in him, and i still do. he's close to where i was when i was his age. i hope i was good for him the last five years. i hope i still i am. i'll keep trying. he's good for me. my sister-in-law...i want to say nice things to her all the time, but i don't feel like it's my place. i do want to be a good uncle. i could deal with being the uncle her kid looks forward to seeing because i will always have something fun or unhealthy to eat for them. i could definitely do that. i could do more too. thursday will be a good day, for so many reasons. it will go by too fast.
i do miss my mom and dad and brian and ken and sandy. i hope y'all have a good thursday. i probably won't talk to any of you. it's my fault. i know. it does take two to tango, though.
this weekend was nice. felt like old times in some ways. hanging out with donna and donald and that gang was fun. being at huffman didn't feel nearly as awkward this morning. that was nice.
i miss so many people that i don't know where to start. i am thankful for the hurt. it reminds me of why i miss you so much. i don't have to look far. i never will.
happy week of thanksgiving everyone.
a week of thanksgiving, right? we're there. we're thankful, and then the thankful stops and the shopping starts on friday. really early on friday. please don't get up early on friday. it's really quite silly. if you are off from work, class, school, please sleep in. have breakfast with your family. even if it's leftovers.
thanksgiving is different this year. it feels different. i have always found reasons to be thankful. i don't have to look far. but i don't usually look forward to thanksgiving the way i am this year. i don't know why that is exactly. i know part of it's the dressing. and the coca-cola salad. and the sweet potatoes with marshmellows (if i am lucky). but i am really looking forward to the trip this year. i've gotten pretty good at talking in front of people, but i am still not terribly accomplished at talking to people. only if i feel like the person really knows me can i open up and not be a nervous wreck. i feel like, this year more than most, i wish i could tell the people that i will spend the majority of my day with how lucky i feel to be with and around them. sarah and hannah are givens, right? but i don't want to take them for granted. and i don't. not anymore. my mother-in-law knows more about me than she wants to know. i know this. but she loves me anyway. and i love her. i can't wait to hang out with her family. i may not talk any more than i ever do, but i'll be happy to be there and feel lucky that i was invited. my brother-in-law...i have always seen a lot of me in him, and i still do. he's close to where i was when i was his age. i hope i was good for him the last five years. i hope i still i am. i'll keep trying. he's good for me. my sister-in-law...i want to say nice things to her all the time, but i don't feel like it's my place. i do want to be a good uncle. i could deal with being the uncle her kid looks forward to seeing because i will always have something fun or unhealthy to eat for them. i could definitely do that. i could do more too. thursday will be a good day, for so many reasons. it will go by too fast.
i do miss my mom and dad and brian and ken and sandy. i hope y'all have a good thursday. i probably won't talk to any of you. it's my fault. i know. it does take two to tango, though.
this weekend was nice. felt like old times in some ways. hanging out with donna and donald and that gang was fun. being at huffman didn't feel nearly as awkward this morning. that was nice.
i miss so many people that i don't know where to start. i am thankful for the hurt. it reminds me of why i miss you so much. i don't have to look far. i never will.
happy week of thanksgiving everyone.
Saturday, November 19, 2005
Sports Entry Number Three (Roundtable Edition)
i know i shouldn't feel so gloomy about a football game. it isn't even as if i thought alabama would win. i didn't waste time making a prediction for victory through my crimson-colored glasses because in my heart, i didn't believe it. i think i wanted it to be entertaining, though. you would think that someone would have told the team that this was THE game. Yes, you sucked against LSU, but you've sucked ever since you lost prothro, and your coaches weren't good enough to get you through it. But today? Wow. That first quarter was impressive, guys. Pass on first down. 3rd and 15. punt from your endzone three times. way to go. it's like everyone watched your tape from the lsu game but you. sure, you fought hard in the second half. but auburn didn't have to try any more. that was the most boring half of football i have ever seen in my life. you came to a gun fight with a butter knife, and it showed. oh well. just one more loss against a mediocre big 12 or acc team and we can send the golden boy and his cursed and overrated ass on to the nfl and maybe you can build toward a decent year next year. it was a nice tease. 9-0 felt good even though you didn't deserve it. good luck in the cotton bowl or the peach. good riddance.
i need a basketball team to root for. any suggestions? i am going to have a hard time rooting for another badly coached alabama team. the nba, richard hendrix? really? i mean, you thought that was a good idea? who told you? the same guys that were talking up kennedy winston? keep talking on that go phone, kennedy winston. when your minutes run out, maybe you can spend some time wondering what it would have been like to be an all-american this year.
...
if i would have been in your shoes, dude, i think i would have made another choice. are my feelings hurt? yeah, i guess i little bit. i guess i expect every one to act like kiker (of course, it does help me appreciate that there are not very many kiker's in the world.). or like i would like to think i would. not everybody does. good luck to your team. if we play, i will make sure chris thigpen doesn't allow you to score. it's too bad. ...
saturday night live will suck again tonight, won't it?
...this morning was weird. super-weird. not in a bad way. not at all. just weird.
there really isn't anything like a hug from the baby girl.
"night, night daddy."
i know i shouldn't feel so gloomy about a football game. it isn't even as if i thought alabama would win. i didn't waste time making a prediction for victory through my crimson-colored glasses because in my heart, i didn't believe it. i think i wanted it to be entertaining, though. you would think that someone would have told the team that this was THE game. Yes, you sucked against LSU, but you've sucked ever since you lost prothro, and your coaches weren't good enough to get you through it. But today? Wow. That first quarter was impressive, guys. Pass on first down. 3rd and 15. punt from your endzone three times. way to go. it's like everyone watched your tape from the lsu game but you. sure, you fought hard in the second half. but auburn didn't have to try any more. that was the most boring half of football i have ever seen in my life. you came to a gun fight with a butter knife, and it showed. oh well. just one more loss against a mediocre big 12 or acc team and we can send the golden boy and his cursed and overrated ass on to the nfl and maybe you can build toward a decent year next year. it was a nice tease. 9-0 felt good even though you didn't deserve it. good luck in the cotton bowl or the peach. good riddance.
i need a basketball team to root for. any suggestions? i am going to have a hard time rooting for another badly coached alabama team. the nba, richard hendrix? really? i mean, you thought that was a good idea? who told you? the same guys that were talking up kennedy winston? keep talking on that go phone, kennedy winston. when your minutes run out, maybe you can spend some time wondering what it would have been like to be an all-american this year.
...
if i would have been in your shoes, dude, i think i would have made another choice. are my feelings hurt? yeah, i guess i little bit. i guess i expect every one to act like kiker (of course, it does help me appreciate that there are not very many kiker's in the world.). or like i would like to think i would. not everybody does. good luck to your team. if we play, i will make sure chris thigpen doesn't allow you to score. it's too bad. ...
saturday night live will suck again tonight, won't it?
...this morning was weird. super-weird. not in a bad way. not at all. just weird.
there really isn't anything like a hug from the baby girl.
"night, night daddy."
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
"inevitable waves of change"
andy, i have found my best album of the year, and that album is propagandhi. no shit. it is the rippin'-est, most moving thing i have heard in a while. a long while. one month to go before the top ten list is published. processing...
well, HUMC softball 2005 came to an end last night with a discouraging loss to a team we had destroyed in the regular season. it was disconcerting to say the least, but we scratched and clawed out of a deep hole to make it respectable, so good job by you guys. mid-march of 2006 can't get here fast enough. i have to give props here to our fearless pitcher, paul sutton, who took another line drive off his body for the team. he has taken more licks for this team than all of the rest of us, combined, and he comes back for more every season. paul is awesome. jacob, if you hear him talking retirement, don't let it happen.
'bama basketball kicked off last night with an underwhelming win over miami of ohio??? i thought ronald steele was badass, but memphis is going to kill them tomorrow night...
there's a serious disturbance in my force right now, but i can't get a hold on how to make things right. processing...
i am ready for my mother-in-law's dressing. thanksgiving can't come soon enough...
iron bowl prediction? not yet...
it's almost time to get back in the ring. processing...
andy, i have found my best album of the year, and that album is propagandhi. no shit. it is the rippin'-est, most moving thing i have heard in a while. a long while. one month to go before the top ten list is published. processing...
well, HUMC softball 2005 came to an end last night with a discouraging loss to a team we had destroyed in the regular season. it was disconcerting to say the least, but we scratched and clawed out of a deep hole to make it respectable, so good job by you guys. mid-march of 2006 can't get here fast enough. i have to give props here to our fearless pitcher, paul sutton, who took another line drive off his body for the team. he has taken more licks for this team than all of the rest of us, combined, and he comes back for more every season. paul is awesome. jacob, if you hear him talking retirement, don't let it happen.
'bama basketball kicked off last night with an underwhelming win over miami of ohio??? i thought ronald steele was badass, but memphis is going to kill them tomorrow night...
there's a serious disturbance in my force right now, but i can't get a hold on how to make things right. processing...
i am ready for my mother-in-law's dressing. thanksgiving can't come soon enough...
iron bowl prediction? not yet...
it's almost time to get back in the ring. processing...
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
genius has no relationship whatsoever to popularity...
from one sort of taste to another. ..
i have a friend that i meet at around 7:00 every monday night. i used to meet her on sunday nights. some nights, we couldn't meet, and i would record her. don't worry. she knew. or maybe she didn't. i am not a nielsen family anymore. i used to be. when i was single. before her. that's not the point, though. my date was broken last night. i was stood up. two-timed. she said it wasn't her fault. she got caught in traffic. at least she didn't say she was washing her hair. where are you arrested development?
taste in music is different from taste in television just as taste in television is different from taste in movies. we'll get to that some other day. last night, i couldn't watch the best show in television (not the best comedy. the best show. period.). why? because other than between 4 and 6 million (which in tv land is not a lot) of my closest friends, no one else will watch. why? what is wrong with you people? fox has pulled my darling from november sweeps so that you can watch a repeat of prison break before a first run episode. woohoo! i watched basketball instead. never seen prison break. could be great. i don't care. it's not as good as arrested development. i promise you that. now, instead of looking forward to 22 half-hours of bliss this season with my funny family of dysfunction, i am now told that i can have 13, and 5 or 6 (i can't remember) are already in the rearview mirror. it's really quite sad. i don't get it. people will watch shit shows like according to jim belushi, joey sucks now, and king of eating queens, but they won't watch my love. why? do you not get it? do you not like to laugh? there is no show on television (outside of family guy, simpsons, and, on a good night, american dad) that has a higher laugh per minute ratio than arrested development. so, that must be it. you must not like to laugh. you'll waste a half hour of your life for three or four punchlines from i used to be on friends, but you don't want to pleasure yourself with the apple of my eye. we can still do this, people! between now and december 5th, buy one of the first two seasons on dvd and watch three episodes. come back and tell me i am wrong. tell me it's not funny. after three, you will want to see more and more and more 'til you can't find any more on dvd and you'll have to watch the first run episode on december 5th. you'll watch and you'll tell your friends to watch and they'll tell theirs. fox will notice, apologize, and bring back my sunshine on a cloudy day. please watch. please laugh. you do like to laugh, right? please...
shows you should be watching (and that i wish i had time to watch every time they came on):
arrested development
family guy
the simpsons
american dad
south park
my name is earl
the office
lost
the daily show
the colbert report
pardon the interruption
quite frankly
around the horn
sportscenter
shows you should never, ever watch:
according to jim (you are not funny)
joey (poor guy)
daytime soap operas (none of them)
anything on fox news (they are funny, though)
anything with charlie sheen (he's not funny)
er (try grey's anatomy. they have mopey doctors, but not this many mopey doctors.)
this list could go for a long, long time. i'll leave it be.
december 5th. 7:00. fox. watch.
from one sort of taste to another. ..
i have a friend that i meet at around 7:00 every monday night. i used to meet her on sunday nights. some nights, we couldn't meet, and i would record her. don't worry. she knew. or maybe she didn't. i am not a nielsen family anymore. i used to be. when i was single. before her. that's not the point, though. my date was broken last night. i was stood up. two-timed. she said it wasn't her fault. she got caught in traffic. at least she didn't say she was washing her hair. where are you arrested development?
taste in music is different from taste in television just as taste in television is different from taste in movies. we'll get to that some other day. last night, i couldn't watch the best show in television (not the best comedy. the best show. period.). why? because other than between 4 and 6 million (which in tv land is not a lot) of my closest friends, no one else will watch. why? what is wrong with you people? fox has pulled my darling from november sweeps so that you can watch a repeat of prison break before a first run episode. woohoo! i watched basketball instead. never seen prison break. could be great. i don't care. it's not as good as arrested development. i promise you that. now, instead of looking forward to 22 half-hours of bliss this season with my funny family of dysfunction, i am now told that i can have 13, and 5 or 6 (i can't remember) are already in the rearview mirror. it's really quite sad. i don't get it. people will watch shit shows like according to jim belushi, joey sucks now, and king of eating queens, but they won't watch my love. why? do you not get it? do you not like to laugh? there is no show on television (outside of family guy, simpsons, and, on a good night, american dad) that has a higher laugh per minute ratio than arrested development. so, that must be it. you must not like to laugh. you'll waste a half hour of your life for three or four punchlines from i used to be on friends, but you don't want to pleasure yourself with the apple of my eye. we can still do this, people! between now and december 5th, buy one of the first two seasons on dvd and watch three episodes. come back and tell me i am wrong. tell me it's not funny. after three, you will want to see more and more and more 'til you can't find any more on dvd and you'll have to watch the first run episode on december 5th. you'll watch and you'll tell your friends to watch and they'll tell theirs. fox will notice, apologize, and bring back my sunshine on a cloudy day. please watch. please laugh. you do like to laugh, right? please...
shows you should be watching (and that i wish i had time to watch every time they came on):
arrested development
family guy
the simpsons
american dad
south park
my name is earl
the office
lost
the daily show
the colbert report
pardon the interruption
quite frankly
around the horn
sportscenter
shows you should never, ever watch:
according to jim (you are not funny)
joey (poor guy)
daytime soap operas (none of them)
anything on fox news (they are funny, though)
anything with charlie sheen (he's not funny)
er (try grey's anatomy. they have mopey doctors, but not this many mopey doctors.)
this list could go for a long, long time. i'll leave it be.
december 5th. 7:00. fox. watch.
Friday, November 11, 2005
"you're favorite band sucks." (me vs. jacob vs. the world)
first off, the quote above resides on my favorite shirt in the world. sarah bought it for me several years ago. it came from "the onion". how much does that rule? it sums up pretty much everyone's feelings about music, right? i love this band or this singer so much, but the band or singer or lipsyncher you like sucks. right? it rules. you know what, though? guess how many times i have worn my favorite shirt out of the house? twice. two fucking times. why? because i was afraid that people might be offended. at what? the word "sucks"? doubtful. the sentiment? surely not. everyone thinks it. how the hell should i know? i think it just speaks to how much of a chickenshit i became for a time. oh well. times, they are a changin'. i need to find that shirt...
moving on...
to the subject at hand, jacob sutton is a stubborn s.o.b. jacob is convinced about many things musicly. firstly, he thinks queen rocks and is the band that all other bands should be measured against. i am not sure what for? their mighty guitar licks? their singer's high tenor? their "profound" lyrics? the very accomplished rhythm section? probably a combination of all of these plus much, much more. in addition to that, jacob is fairly sure that the classic rock days or closely thereafter marked the end of relevant and/or new music. in addition to that, he is fairly sure that today's music has nothing to offer him. to all of this, what do i say? i say, "fuckin' A, dude!" when i thought about this particular point of my interest i tried to gear myself up to be as incendiary as possible. but it just doesn't matter, does it?
now, don't get me wrong. i have tried. i have tried to pull jacob away from dark side and introduce him to my world of music. i am outside of the mainstream in my taste, but not way outside. i can appreciate a good pop song. i am willing to admit that "Hey Ya" is, in fact, the greatest song ever written. go ahead, argue with me. by the time you finish your argument, you will be tapping your toes, singing the chorus and finding a fucking polaroid picture to shake. i like fast music for the most part, but i can get in a mellow mood. i like lyrics that say more than i love you so-and-so, but i like my share of love songs too. i love certain bands. i mean love them. as i write this, i am listening to the first album propagandhi have offered in five years, and i am in love. i am in love with thrice. i am in love with bear vs. shark. i am in love with the blood brothers. i am in love with vaux. i am in love with rancid (see. you've heard of them!). i am in love with fiona apple (don't worry...sarah is well aware). i am and will always be in love with less than jake, goldfinger, and reel big fish even if they all suck now. nirvana, jacob, did change the world, but mudhoney was better. all of these bands have things to offer jacob, but i don't think it's my place to convince him.
i am out of love with most "christian bands". not that there's anything wrong with them, but please don't change up the words to shout to the lord again, put it to power chords, and put a sticker on your album that says "for fans of blink-182 and simple plan". that's just wrong. and silly. and sick. i mean, simple plan??? c'mon. really, my issue is more along the lines of preaching to the choir is not what jesus intended for christians to do, but that's another topic entirely. make your money. donate some to the church. to your church. to world hunger. go get em, tiger. who am i to judge? right? just don't tell me that our "christian artists" aren't ripping someone else off. if you disagree, we can debate. i will win.
i am out of love with country, but i have grown up enough that i am willing to admit this is out of pure ignorance, and i am ok now with people that like the country music. it's fine. i don't like the whining. i don't get the gratuitous steel guitar and violin and the black cowboy with big and rich. but i don't have to. thankfully, jacob doesn't either.
let's try to steer this pony in the stable now. is jacob stubborn about his music? yes. am i stubborn about my music? yes. are you? more than likely. you know what? i am fine with that. i won't try and convert anyone. you don't try and convert me. we can make fun of each other and each other's music all we want. you know why? because we don't have to listen to that shit when we get in OUR car.
does queen suck? i think so.
does your favorite band suck? i think so.
does my favorite band suck? jacob probably thinks so.
do i care? nope.
why?
cuz' i love jacob.
first off, the quote above resides on my favorite shirt in the world. sarah bought it for me several years ago. it came from "the onion". how much does that rule? it sums up pretty much everyone's feelings about music, right? i love this band or this singer so much, but the band or singer or lipsyncher you like sucks. right? it rules. you know what, though? guess how many times i have worn my favorite shirt out of the house? twice. two fucking times. why? because i was afraid that people might be offended. at what? the word "sucks"? doubtful. the sentiment? surely not. everyone thinks it. how the hell should i know? i think it just speaks to how much of a chickenshit i became for a time. oh well. times, they are a changin'. i need to find that shirt...
moving on...
to the subject at hand, jacob sutton is a stubborn s.o.b. jacob is convinced about many things musicly. firstly, he thinks queen rocks and is the band that all other bands should be measured against. i am not sure what for? their mighty guitar licks? their singer's high tenor? their "profound" lyrics? the very accomplished rhythm section? probably a combination of all of these plus much, much more. in addition to that, jacob is fairly sure that the classic rock days or closely thereafter marked the end of relevant and/or new music. in addition to that, he is fairly sure that today's music has nothing to offer him. to all of this, what do i say? i say, "fuckin' A, dude!" when i thought about this particular point of my interest i tried to gear myself up to be as incendiary as possible. but it just doesn't matter, does it?
now, don't get me wrong. i have tried. i have tried to pull jacob away from dark side and introduce him to my world of music. i am outside of the mainstream in my taste, but not way outside. i can appreciate a good pop song. i am willing to admit that "Hey Ya" is, in fact, the greatest song ever written. go ahead, argue with me. by the time you finish your argument, you will be tapping your toes, singing the chorus and finding a fucking polaroid picture to shake. i like fast music for the most part, but i can get in a mellow mood. i like lyrics that say more than i love you so-and-so, but i like my share of love songs too. i love certain bands. i mean love them. as i write this, i am listening to the first album propagandhi have offered in five years, and i am in love. i am in love with thrice. i am in love with bear vs. shark. i am in love with the blood brothers. i am in love with vaux. i am in love with rancid (see. you've heard of them!). i am in love with fiona apple (don't worry...sarah is well aware). i am and will always be in love with less than jake, goldfinger, and reel big fish even if they all suck now. nirvana, jacob, did change the world, but mudhoney was better. all of these bands have things to offer jacob, but i don't think it's my place to convince him.
i am out of love with most "christian bands". not that there's anything wrong with them, but please don't change up the words to shout to the lord again, put it to power chords, and put a sticker on your album that says "for fans of blink-182 and simple plan". that's just wrong. and silly. and sick. i mean, simple plan??? c'mon. really, my issue is more along the lines of preaching to the choir is not what jesus intended for christians to do, but that's another topic entirely. make your money. donate some to the church. to your church. to world hunger. go get em, tiger. who am i to judge? right? just don't tell me that our "christian artists" aren't ripping someone else off. if you disagree, we can debate. i will win.
i am out of love with country, but i have grown up enough that i am willing to admit this is out of pure ignorance, and i am ok now with people that like the country music. it's fine. i don't like the whining. i don't get the gratuitous steel guitar and violin and the black cowboy with big and rich. but i don't have to. thankfully, jacob doesn't either.
let's try to steer this pony in the stable now. is jacob stubborn about his music? yes. am i stubborn about my music? yes. are you? more than likely. you know what? i am fine with that. i won't try and convert anyone. you don't try and convert me. we can make fun of each other and each other's music all we want. you know why? because we don't have to listen to that shit when we get in OUR car.
does queen suck? i think so.
does your favorite band suck? i think so.
does my favorite band suck? jacob probably thinks so.
do i care? nope.
why?
cuz' i love jacob.
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
where are you gary plummer?
a quick update of self-and-team-congratualtions. first, peyton manning got his last night. then, HUMC softball got theirs this night. we didn't play our "a" game by any means but still scored 20 and mercied a pretty solid team. next week, here we come. next week, two wins means another big trophy. next week, we'll be loose, because we aren't the braves anymore. who knows. maybe we're the colts. let's finish this thing.
a quick update of self-and-team-congratualtions. first, peyton manning got his last night. then, HUMC softball got theirs this night. we didn't play our "a" game by any means but still scored 20 and mercied a pretty solid team. next week, here we come. next week, two wins means another big trophy. next week, we'll be loose, because we aren't the braves anymore. who knows. maybe we're the colts. let's finish this thing.
Monday, November 07, 2005
Sports Talk Entry Number Two (WJOX Roundtable Edition)
to the uninformed, the "jox" roundtable is a midday sports-talk radio program that touches on many items during their hour long program. a lot of sports, not all sports...
when attempting to be an attractive represenative of your church to someone that you may or may not know, to someone you may or may not like, eye contact is a good place to start. good job by you, yesterday. you know who you are. you may never read this, but good job by you. you are awesome. and warm. and loving to all. and not critical. and qualified for your position. and all sorts of other things you really aren't...
i am nervous for alabama. i, along with a lot of other people, cannot remember a more uninspiring 9-0 team ever. but listen to me. the worst alabama can do is 9-2 and a new year's day bowl more than likely, and here i am complaining. it just seemed like they could've been so much more. i remember when they scored touchdowns in sec games. that was fun. that was a long time ago. now they beat teams 6-3 that notre dame scores 5 touchdowns against. 5!!! notre dame doesn't have a tyrone prothro. i would have a hard time trading brodie croyle for brady quinn. what's the deal, guys? our coach came from the pro's too. is our offensive line that bad? maybe that's it. i don't think 6 points will do it this week, guys. i know it won't next week. auburn has outscored every common opponent they share with bama by a lot. dang it. i can't wait for the game, though. i can't wait to watch it with friends. it'll be a good day either way. score, bama, score.
the falcons are badass, well, their defense is. and their running game is. c'mon, michael. you're the man, remember...?...
bama basketball kicks off soon. ronald steele is badass...
kobe bryant, much to my chagrin, is badass...
thrice is badass. if anyone that reads this hasn't heard a thrice song but downloads, go find "like moths to flame" somewhere and check it out. you too, jacob sutton. you queen person you. one day, jacob, you will understand there is recent music worth your time. the new thrice is worth your time. it's grown on me now, and i can't get enough...
arrested development is back tonight. everyone should watch. scott baio will be in the house...
big softball game tomorrow. huge softball game. 8:30. i already have butterflies...
and once more to the "christian" referenced above. good job by you...
to the uninformed, the "jox" roundtable is a midday sports-talk radio program that touches on many items during their hour long program. a lot of sports, not all sports...
when attempting to be an attractive represenative of your church to someone that you may or may not know, to someone you may or may not like, eye contact is a good place to start. good job by you, yesterday. you know who you are. you may never read this, but good job by you. you are awesome. and warm. and loving to all. and not critical. and qualified for your position. and all sorts of other things you really aren't...
i am nervous for alabama. i, along with a lot of other people, cannot remember a more uninspiring 9-0 team ever. but listen to me. the worst alabama can do is 9-2 and a new year's day bowl more than likely, and here i am complaining. it just seemed like they could've been so much more. i remember when they scored touchdowns in sec games. that was fun. that was a long time ago. now they beat teams 6-3 that notre dame scores 5 touchdowns against. 5!!! notre dame doesn't have a tyrone prothro. i would have a hard time trading brodie croyle for brady quinn. what's the deal, guys? our coach came from the pro's too. is our offensive line that bad? maybe that's it. i don't think 6 points will do it this week, guys. i know it won't next week. auburn has outscored every common opponent they share with bama by a lot. dang it. i can't wait for the game, though. i can't wait to watch it with friends. it'll be a good day either way. score, bama, score.
the falcons are badass, well, their defense is. and their running game is. c'mon, michael. you're the man, remember...?...
bama basketball kicks off soon. ronald steele is badass...
kobe bryant, much to my chagrin, is badass...
thrice is badass. if anyone that reads this hasn't heard a thrice song but downloads, go find "like moths to flame" somewhere and check it out. you too, jacob sutton. you queen person you. one day, jacob, you will understand there is recent music worth your time. the new thrice is worth your time. it's grown on me now, and i can't get enough...
arrested development is back tonight. everyone should watch. scott baio will be in the house...
big softball game tomorrow. huge softball game. 8:30. i already have butterflies...
and once more to the "christian" referenced above. good job by you...
Friday, November 04, 2005
ATTENTION: This post will contain many, many air quotes...
it has come to my attention (i love that phrase. "it has come to my attention". that usually means someone is bothered with me but has passed that being bothered on to me through someone else.) that some of my remarks made here (see comment #7 on my post from October 28) have drawn the "concern" of a few "folks". let's go ahead and put this out here one more time. this is MY journal. MY thoughts. MY commentary on what i think about the world and my world. those that received an invitation to my thoughts if they were interested in reading them were made aware of this very fact in post number one. secondly, i am having a hard time understanding the "concern" that may be necessary from what has been published thus far. is it because i was hard on HUMC? maybe. but, i have always believed that the things/persons you love the most you have the right to be most critical of. why? because in most cases, your passion for said things/persons is going to motivate you to make those things/persons better. case in point...for many, many years i have "loved" HUMC, most especially the last six when i poured every ounce of my being into her, therefore my "concerns" for the church were well documented. moving on, are the outward "concerns" due to "impressionable" eyes that may be sharing in my giving HUMC a hard time? hmm... i have to believe that those that happen upon this journal (or harry potter, or the bible, or their history book) have the mental capacity to take something in without it somehow, subconciously, leading them to brainwashed reactions toward the church. if this "concern" is for "them", treat them as i always treated them, as young adults with minds of their own. moving on, are the "concerned" bothered, themselves, with what they have read? if so, you may choose not to read this journal in the same way you choose what movies you watch, what restaurants you patronize, and what network cartoons on sunday nights on fox you choose to avoid. easy as that. moving on, are the "concerned" in question concerned (no quotes) with/for me? that's silly...
concern comes in many flavors, doesn't it? there's genuine, heartfelt concern for another's physical and/or emotional well-being. in that sense, i am concerned for my brother brian who is currently rehabbing in pompano beach, fl (note: i am very proud of you, brian). after that, there's varying levels of "concern", ranging from innocent intrigue to obsessive intrigue, the degree determined by how one lets that "concern"affect his/her own life and business. i am "concerned" that my president is so silly that he makes himself an easy target for jon stewart each and every night. that "concern" doesn't drive me away from the country, though. in the grand scheme of the ministry of Huffman United Methodist Church, what should it really matter what a former youth director thinks about the cancellation of a Halloween carnival? if this is truly reason for "concern", i think that is silly too.
if you "folks" are "concerned", my e-mail is available via this journal. you probably are aware of how to contact me or sarah via phone. my cell phone number is not a secret. if there is truly reason for "concern", let me know.
if not, then for your peace of mind, as it regards this journal and the thoughts in my head, take the blue pill, guys and girls. take the blue pill.
it has come to my attention (i love that phrase. "it has come to my attention". that usually means someone is bothered with me but has passed that being bothered on to me through someone else.) that some of my remarks made here (see comment #7 on my post from October 28) have drawn the "concern" of a few "folks". let's go ahead and put this out here one more time. this is MY journal. MY thoughts. MY commentary on what i think about the world and my world. those that received an invitation to my thoughts if they were interested in reading them were made aware of this very fact in post number one. secondly, i am having a hard time understanding the "concern" that may be necessary from what has been published thus far. is it because i was hard on HUMC? maybe. but, i have always believed that the things/persons you love the most you have the right to be most critical of. why? because in most cases, your passion for said things/persons is going to motivate you to make those things/persons better. case in point...for many, many years i have "loved" HUMC, most especially the last six when i poured every ounce of my being into her, therefore my "concerns" for the church were well documented. moving on, are the outward "concerns" due to "impressionable" eyes that may be sharing in my giving HUMC a hard time? hmm... i have to believe that those that happen upon this journal (or harry potter, or the bible, or their history book) have the mental capacity to take something in without it somehow, subconciously, leading them to brainwashed reactions toward the church. if this "concern" is for "them", treat them as i always treated them, as young adults with minds of their own. moving on, are the "concerned" bothered, themselves, with what they have read? if so, you may choose not to read this journal in the same way you choose what movies you watch, what restaurants you patronize, and what network cartoons on sunday nights on fox you choose to avoid. easy as that. moving on, are the "concerned" in question concerned (no quotes) with/for me? that's silly...
concern comes in many flavors, doesn't it? there's genuine, heartfelt concern for another's physical and/or emotional well-being. in that sense, i am concerned for my brother brian who is currently rehabbing in pompano beach, fl (note: i am very proud of you, brian). after that, there's varying levels of "concern", ranging from innocent intrigue to obsessive intrigue, the degree determined by how one lets that "concern"affect his/her own life and business. i am "concerned" that my president is so silly that he makes himself an easy target for jon stewart each and every night. that "concern" doesn't drive me away from the country, though. in the grand scheme of the ministry of Huffman United Methodist Church, what should it really matter what a former youth director thinks about the cancellation of a Halloween carnival? if this is truly reason for "concern", i think that is silly too.
if you "folks" are "concerned", my e-mail is available via this journal. you probably are aware of how to contact me or sarah via phone. my cell phone number is not a secret. if there is truly reason for "concern", let me know.
if not, then for your peace of mind, as it regards this journal and the thoughts in my head, take the blue pill, guys and girls. take the blue pill.
a quick public service announcement...
...or at least a reminder to me for every time i look at this thing and am hungry. the McRib is back, baby!!! I don't know what day exactly. I just made my first trip to mickey-D's this week, but it's here!
the good news just keeps rollin' in!
the McRib is back!!!
...or at least a reminder to me for every time i look at this thing and am hungry. the McRib is back, baby!!! I don't know what day exactly. I just made my first trip to mickey-D's this week, but it's here!
the good news just keeps rollin' in!
the McRib is back!!!
a preamble...
"In this world, we're just beginning to understand the miracle of living. Maybe I was afraid before, but I'm not afraid anymore!"
god bless you, belinda carlisle (or whoever wrote that song for you), for getting it right. heaven, indeed, is a place on earth.
coming soon...
tackling the issue of being concerned vs. "being concerned"...
"In this world, we're just beginning to understand the miracle of living. Maybe I was afraid before, but I'm not afraid anymore!"
god bless you, belinda carlisle (or whoever wrote that song for you), for getting it right. heaven, indeed, is a place on earth.
coming soon...
tackling the issue of being concerned vs. "being concerned"...
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
still fairly not pissed-off...
well, here i am a couple days removed from accepting my invitation to the 29-years of age club, and i am still feeling pretty good about things. a rousing send-off to the softball regular season last night helps. i am now tied for second on the team with five bombs. that's fun. i love softball. it's hard to swallow that we only have one to three games left before waiting 'til april to start over again. paul dubbed us the atlanta braves of our league last night. that stung a bit, but he was right. our last three seasons we've finished first, second (to the eventual champ) and first but have continued our trend of flaming out early in the tournament. i hope we can make a better showing for ourselves this season. it would be a shame if we didn't.
...the november muzak cd that we play in the store at coldstone has christmas songs on it. god, could it really be christmas time already? i guess it almost is. we already have a pretty good idea of what the baby girl will be getting this year. that's fun. i am ready for thanksgiving. i am glad the store is closed.
i guess we will plan on doing the midnight service at HUMC this year. that is, unless they cancel the service due to "lack of volunteers". oooooh.....OUCH!!!
don't worry, i'll work up another piss-off soon.
well, here i am a couple days removed from accepting my invitation to the 29-years of age club, and i am still feeling pretty good about things. a rousing send-off to the softball regular season last night helps. i am now tied for second on the team with five bombs. that's fun. i love softball. it's hard to swallow that we only have one to three games left before waiting 'til april to start over again. paul dubbed us the atlanta braves of our league last night. that stung a bit, but he was right. our last three seasons we've finished first, second (to the eventual champ) and first but have continued our trend of flaming out early in the tournament. i hope we can make a better showing for ourselves this season. it would be a shame if we didn't.
...the november muzak cd that we play in the store at coldstone has christmas songs on it. god, could it really be christmas time already? i guess it almost is. we already have a pretty good idea of what the baby girl will be getting this year. that's fun. i am ready for thanksgiving. i am glad the store is closed.
i guess we will plan on doing the midnight service at HUMC this year. that is, unless they cancel the service due to "lack of volunteers". oooooh.....OUCH!!!
don't worry, i'll work up another piss-off soon.
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