Fun Haters of the World Unite

County Health Dept. Can Go Fly a Kite

2010-04-28T17:51:00.000-07:00

I had to get my second hepatitis b shot yesterday. Another $40. This is a three shot vaccination. I called around and this was the cheapest I could find it and had to drive to a sort of ghetto clinic in Chula Vista about 35 mins away. Now if I had been a drug addict, spent time in the slammer, had numerous sexual partners or been a homosexual (all questions asked of me at the county health building), I could have received the shot for $10. Nothing like playing by the rules and being a responsible member of society and getting the shaft for it. Thanks, world. Thanks for rewarding delinquents with affordable shots.

Cats are not fun

2010-04-24T00:15:00.001-07:00

I know, they look cute. They're black and white. They're sort of kittens. One's fluffy and lazy and one is sly and curious. But let me tell you what I think of them--I hate them. My roommate got them because we found some mouse poo in one of our cupboards. Want to know who ended up catching the mouse? I did. Set a trap with some peanut butter and within about 45 mins I caught the mouse. We had the cats for months and they did nothing. Totally worthless. I tried to give them away on craigslist (my one roommate who got the cats got married, moved out and left the cats) and had about 10 people chomping at the bit to pick them up, but my soft hearted roommate couldn't stand to part with them. I want to kill them.

iPhone = iHate

2010-04-12T10:48:00.000-07:00

Many people find the iPhone Great
Yet sometimes it's something that iHate.
Yes it's convenient and it's handy
Is that why so many think it's dandy?
Or is it because they find you a bore
And feel their iPhone delivers so much more?
Maybe they've got a technology habit
I wish we could go back to the cuneiform tablet.

Dogs indoors at public places that are not seeing eye dogs make me furious

2010-04-03T23:56:00.000-07:00

Today I was at the mall buying some shorts. I strolled into Banana Republic because I had some lousy discount/store credit and what do I see once inside? Some guy in there with his little dog checking out clothes. Was this guy blind? No. What was he doing in the store with his dog? I'll tell you what, being a loser. If you're not blind and you're not at Petsmart, leave your dog at home when you go to a store. My word.

I hate Facebook

2010-03-29T19:44:00.001-07:00

I'm not going to lie. I hate Facebook. No one will ever convince me to join it. I don't care how many people say, "it's just an easy way to stay in touch with people," or "but you can get in touch with people you haven't seen in years." So what.

If there's people I want to stay in touch with--I do stay in touch with them. I don't need to do it via Facebook. If I haven't seen or spoken to you in years, I'm going to keep that streak going. We've managed this long, we'll probably be alright. When we cross paths again, think about how much better it will be opposed to some lame posting on one another's wall.

I Can Even Hate on Surfing

2009-10-17T01:18:00.000-07:00

The following is a text conversation with my friend Ryan about going surfing tomorrow:

Ryan: Are you down for some early morning surf tomorrow? Pete and I are going for sure.

Court: The high tide at 8:45am is going to kill it. It's going to be really high. It was awesome today around 2pm.

Ryan: I have to be home at 12 noon. So is there anywhere we can go early?

Court: It'll be good all over. It's going to be crowded everywhere. It'll still be fun but I bet tons of people everywhere.

Ryan: Did I just text a rain cloud? Are you going with us or not?

Court: I hate you. When? Where?

WORD

2009-10-11T22:49:00.000-07:00

No, Microsoft Word, I don't want your lousy help when making a makeshift outline. I want to put roman numerals where I want them. I want to indent as much or as little as I want. I don't need your input, nor do I want you to take control of my document--ever.

Vons and their stupid Vons Club Card

2009-10-09T22:06:00.000-07:00

It's been a quite a while since my last post. There's simply no excuse for it and plenty of hating going on. What pushed me over the edge today? A trip to my local grocery store.

Vons. I hate Vons. I hate their Club Card. I hate all club cards. All of them. How about this: not RIPPING ME OFF because I don't want to carry around one of your stupid cards? How about having a Club Card at the check out counter for when my phone number (that I submitted THREE MONTHS AGO) doesn't register that the clerk can just scan for me? Is that too much to ask? Apparently it is because the lame clerk (who I see all the time) wouldn't just give me a card (she was kind enough to give me another application though) and asked the guy in line behind me to type in his phone number. You'd think I was asking her for a kidney or something when I asked if she could just give me a card or simply swipe one. I'm done with you, Vons. Done.

I got an idea for you, Vons. Why don't you change your slogan to Vons: Rip offs for LIFE.

Easter Croquet

2008-03-24T19:48:00.000-07:00

I played croquet yesterday and came in last place. I hate croquet. But more importantly, I hate playing croquet with old men (a friend's dad participated) who look all sweet, kind and innocent (like this "nice old man" to the left) but who turn out to take their senior citizenship and pull one over on you.

I attribute my loss to my second turn when I had the opportunity to launch this old man's ball into outer space but took pity on him because he, well, he looked like he could use a break. WRONG. The next time around he didn't even think twice about roqueting my ball down the hill and way out of play. It was a hit from which I never recovered. Lesson taken from this: don't trust "nice old men" and I can't wait to be old and stick it to people because your old age engenders sympathy.

From Mother, with Guilt

2008-03-16T20:03:00.000-07:00

So last Sunday at about 3pm the lower right quadrant of my stomach area started hurting. Hurting enough that I laid in the fetal position for the remainder of the day and a continued so for a good portion of Monday. Fun. By the time Tuesday rolled around, I was feeling better but still somewhat discomforted by the pain. At that point, I made the mistake of telling my mom I was sick with what my roommate, a lady friend of mine and a few others with limited to no medical experience diagnosed as appendicitis. That was a mistake.

I tried with no success to tell her that I did not believe that I had appendicitis. I figured that if I had had appendicitis my symptoms would have probably been much worse than what they were and at that point I was going to wait it out. MISTAKE. Shortly after explaining that I wasn't going to go to the doctor, she hung up on me. Thanks, mom. Soon after that, I get a call from my sister (telling me to go to the Dr), and two of my brother in laws inquiring as to my health.

On Wednesday I still haven't made a Dr. appointment and my mom calls to tell me, "you can go and have your appendix out and spend one day in the hospital. Or you can wait for it to burst and spend 30 days in the hospital." Scare tactics...

Then on Thursday, I get this email, "On another note: I am preparing a bed for you because I see in my crystal ball that you will be returning VERY SOON.....for home nursing by mother to recover from a burst appendix. It will take 6 months to one year and after you recover (if) you will be assigned to a family ward. I JUST CAN'T come to San Diego and be away from my cat and my personal computer. So just bear that in mind while you're postponing your Dr. visit. Love and kisses from your concerned mother." I am speechless.

I bet you're all dying to know how this turned out. I'll tell you. It turned out exactly how I thought it would turn out. I went to the lousy Dr. on Friday only to be told that I don't have appendicitis but they don't know exactly what is causing the pain in the lower right quadrant. I had to pay $250 (high deductible insurance) for that one. Awesome. Thanks, mom. I love you too.

The Mailbox

2008-03-13T21:32:00.000-07:00

Walked to the mailbox today and for some reason I gave the junk mail two seconds of my time, at which point I noticed the title on the post that said, "MONEY MAILER 'Like Getting Money in Your Mailbox.'"

That's funny. The last time I checked I didn't take money out of my mailbox and IMMEDIATELY throw it into the garbage can like I would have normally done with this "money mailer" had I not been so upset by its title that I had to take a photo of it first and make a posting.

Pick Your Battles

2008-02-27T18:55:00.001-08:00

There are two kinds of people in this world: those who do their dishes before they eat and those who do them after. Or a new twist on this saying could be, there are two kinds of people in this world: those who get their dishes from the drying rack before they eat and those who get them from their storage space/cupboard. It turns out that for the most part my roommates are the former. After putting the dishes away every day I decided I would just stack them as high as I could and see if I could create a Tower of Babel out of dishes that would reach the heavens. But my real plan was to stack them so high that getting a dish from the bottom of the pile would prove difficult enough that it might motivate someone to put them away.

As I was taking this picture my roommate walked in and asked what I was doing. I told him of my plan and he said,"you're wasting your time." Later that afternoon my language was confounded for trying to build a tower to heaven made of dishes and then I needed a plate from the bottom of the pile and ended up putting them all away. Grrrrrr.

Lick Your Wounds......Candy

2008-02-20T21:20:00.001-08:00

This might be the most disgusting candy idea known to man. I guess it's designed for those crazy elementary school kids who need their sugar fix during class but can't get it because eating candy during class is against the rules. No worries. Somebody has come up with a clever way to get around that rule. Have a candy that looks like a band-aid with a sugar coated "wound." Sick. Who thinks of things like this?

My Transaction Sh*%

2008-02-10T22:46:00.000-08:00

I sincerely dislike paying upwards of $2.50 at times to use another bank's ATM. Furious. If my mom still reads my blog (fingers crossed that she doesn't), I'm going to catch some heat for this post--even though it's "edited"and I'm 30. My life...

SUPER BOWL = SUPER HATE

2008-02-03T23:54:00.000-08:00

The Super (lame) Bowl started today around 3:30pm. Church didn't get out until 4pm. I was invited to a get together at a friends house and thought it would be perfect--I'd get home from church, change clothes and then head over to Rob's to eat some food and catch the last half of the sporting event, which I didn't really care all that much about anyway but whatever. All was going to plan and with about 20 mins of game left on the clock, my roommate tells me of another party happening down the street with a crowd a little more single friendly. Anyway, I say goodbye to Robert and all his married friends and leave with the score showing the Patriots 7 and the Giants 3.

We walk in to the next house, extend a cordial greeting and as I sit down to look at the score I notice that it's Patriots 0 and the Giants 0. I'm bit confused for a second and then that's when it hits me--I've just walked into a Super Bowl party that's been Tivoed--and we're watching it from basically the beginning. Somebody shoot me now.

Trying not to be too big a fun hater, I bite my tongue and next thing I know I'm asleep, which is good. I wake up and walk outside and call several people in an attempt to kill some time only to return with 4 minutes still remaining. Can this game end already...

Finally at around 9pm the Tivoed game is over. For someone who doesn't give a rip about the Super Bowl, I endured about 5 1/2 quarters of it today for a grand total of around 4.5 hours--about 4 hours more than I planned. Great. Hours of my life I have lost forever.

FURIOUS HATE

2008-01-28T08:55:00.000-08:00

I know the feeling all to well of "furious hate." I experience it every day. Read this article from Slate Magazine that my cousin sent me (thanks, summer). I only wish I had submitted a comment regarding furious hate. I did go see Cloverfield the other night and one of the trailers for the movie "Skid Marks" produced red hot fury/furious hate. I have caught myself thinking/composing a letter in my head that I'd like to write to the movie company/executives that created it. I'm not joking either. After reading this article, specifically the part that said, "furious hate gets results," I am going to write those donkeys and give them a piece of my mind.

ADS WE HATE/FURIOUS HATE

Kids These Days

2008-01-27T09:00:00.000-08:00

The other day I went out and helped my roommate do some advertising for his window washing business. This consists of punching a hole in a glossy flyer, inserting a rubber band through that hole and then hanging it on the front door of some unsuspecting individual's home. Pretty easy work. Anyway, I'm walking down the street minding my own business when I see potential trouble up ahead--teenage kids walking home from school.

As we approach one another a thirteenish kid with a mop top hair cut yelled at me, "hello." To which the I don't reply hoping to avoid giving him any attention. Well, this doesn't work so hot as the two girls he's with start laughing. Wanting more attention he said, "hey, what are you selling?" This time I can't ignore him and I said, "Window washing. you want to buy some?" He replied, "no, but can I have one of your rubber bands?" Wanting this interaction to be over as quickly as possible I said, "Sure but don't hurt yourself." He said, "ok". I hand him the rubber band and two seconds later I hear him scream out in mock pain, "Ohhh. Ouch. Thanks a lot for giving me that rubber band."

Damn kids.

Dude, I don't hate these.

2008-01-14T23:30:00.000-08:00

I can't decide which "dude" moment is my favorite. Just when I think one is the best, I laugh at another. These few I find particularly enjoyable:

Basketball
Football
Guy butting/cutting in line

A very close second is when his roommate walks across in his underwear and the near car wreck.

I have watched these probably 15 times. I laugh every time.

Worst Movie of My Life

2008-01-04T23:15:00.000-08:00

My roommate rented a movie called the Last Legion. Do all or yourselves a giant favor and NEVER in your life watch it--EVER.

I really wish I were watching this instead: NO COUNTRY FOR OLD MEN

Video Gamers

2007-12-31T12:30:00.000-08:00

I'm guessing there are a few people who read this blog (probaby only about 7 actually read it) who play video games (Dave Bagger is an occasional reader and I know that Will's dad bought a Wii for Christmas and that Will and Dale will likely play it considerably--even though Will claims to HATE PC Gamers). So in true fun hating style, for all of you who will pass the time having fun playing your new games and game consoles, just enjoy this clip from South Park.

Good Material Coming

2007-12-24T23:50:00.000-08:00

Fellow Readers: I have received at least THREE complaints (Billy, Will and Jenny) about my lack of posting. If three people have expressed their disappointment, I can only imagine how many more concerned fans I have. There must be at least nine.

Don't worry. With the little hiatus I took from the blogosphere, I have been collecting quality material and will unleash after all this joyus merriment of Christmas is over.

Stay tuned. Posts soon. I promise.

A Week Off

2007-12-03T16:44:00.000-08:00

I'm sure I've disappointed many of you with the lack of posting over the past week. The Christmas season is upon us and I've been a bit distracted by taking it all in. I hope to get back on track.

This photoshopped image of a friend magically appeared in my inbox last week. You're going to have to click on the link to see it. I really don't know what to think about it. I am at a loss for words. Click here: MS. ROGER'S NEIGHBOORHOOD

A Fun Loving Weekend and a Restless Night

2007-11-26T08:25:00.000-08:00

Let it be known that fun occurred this weekend. Friday night I hung out with my buddy Travis (see previous post). Saturday night I went out to eat with Travis, his gf, and her friend Ashley. Fun was had, even though I felt like a zombie. Sunday night there was some dessert party that I attended (sort of lame). Several people said, "hello, Court" and I didn't have a clue who they were. Not a clue. One girl came up to me and said, "You're Court. I've heard you're really funny." No clue who she was. Never said two words to her in my life and didn't recognize her from Eve. So, I just would like all of you who claim that I hate fun to realize that I spent the weekend taking it out and chopping it up.

One more interesting note. I sleep on a California King mattress. If you're not familiar with those, they are about 20 feet by 20 feet. They're enormous. I can sleep length wise of width wise and my feet don't even come close to hanging over the edge. Honestly, 4 or 5 people could sleep comfortably in the bed at the same time. Anyway, last night I turned out the lights and I was sleeping with my head pointing towards the west and my feet towards the east. When I woke up, my head was facing north and my feet facing south. What on earth? I had turned a full 90 degrees. I don't know if that's ever happened. I don't recall having a crazy dream or anything like that. Just decided to to a 90 degree turn. Or who knows, maybe I did a 270 degree turn???

NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTION BUT EARLIER

2007-11-24T08:01:00.000-08:00

So I was discussing many a topic with my good friend Travis Sudweeks yesterday. Travis is one of the most positive people I know. When he's in a trough and I'm at a crest, his trough is probably still above my crest. Curse him. Anyway, he suggested that I get the positive thoughts flowing more regularly and draw on the power of optimism and confidence instead of negativity and cynicism.

As a result, I am turning over a new leaf. Check it out: ¡yo amo fun!

Best Email Reply of the Day from Narwhal Co. Announcement

2007-11-20T18:10:00.000-08:00

So I sent out a mass email to about 250 people from my contact list yesterday announcing that NARWHAL CO.was officially online. As a result, I received many a reply. However, there was one in particular that took the cake. Please enjoy.

"you're a genius court. I might have to buy some of your paraphenelia for that fire fighter guy who was dating that blonde girl sherry who lived next door to us and worked at golds, where I once was foolish enough to ask her out, at which point she shot me down, stammering something about a chemistry test, which I knew to be false, because while the girl was a fine piece, there was nothing between her ears except for air, which is what attracted me to her in the first place, carnal man that I was, yet to conquer the flesh. but I do like how you've gotten green, even though I live in texas, meaning I consume a lot of fast food (I do) and emit much pollution into the air (I do) and don't give a second thought to it (I don't). personally, I think environmentalism is annoying, unless the person who espouses it is truly down with nature (in a camping kind of way), which you are, so I'm cool with that. these city dwellers, however, who wouldn't know a campfire from a hole in their ass, I have no patience for their fashionable environmentalism, their hybrid cars and what not. sheep I tell you. manufactured consent, I tell you."

Awesome.

Confirmation

2007-11-20T13:29:00.000-08:00

I received an email this morning from Summer (wife of the fun hater pictured below).

The email was addressed to me, Sierra, Sean (newest member) and Terrie. The email contained a link to view some guys in flying suits buzzing the walls of cliffs and whatnot. Sort of interesting, if you're European. The title of the email was, "this is crazy". Please click on the link to view the video: FLYING SUITS

(What you don't want to do is click on the on the logo positioned behind the video titled, "Fun Babes Biertijd"--unless you're into adult entertainment. Summer, why send such filth?)

Sean soon replied to the email stating, "I've actually done this before. It's not that fun." See previous post. Sean wins.

Fun Haters of the World Unite welcomes its newest member

2007-11-18T22:56:00.000-08:00

Over the weekend unofficial polling results determined that this man (my cousin's husband) is a bigger fun hater than I. Fun flees from his presence. You run the risk of being hospitalized at the mere attempt of thinking about fun while near his proximity. I liked him the second I met him. From one fun hater to another, we welcome you, Sean.

GONE BABY GONE

2007-11-17T09:54:00.001-08:00

Many of you are probably sitting on the edge of your seats wondering what happened to my potential fun hating evening last night (see previous post).

You will all be glad to know, I didn't end up hating fun. I went to the movies with my friend Erika. Going to the movies is big time for me. I'm serious.

It's not often I'll recommend a movie because I rarely go to them and I don't rent them either; however, this one I'll give a strong 8.3 on my fun hating scale (anything above 6.8 on this scale is worth enduring fun).

A word of warning to those considering seeing it: if you love the "F" word and interesting uses and variations of it in a Boston accent, DEFINITELY go see this movie. If you don't love the "F" word (who doesn't these days? Just kidding, mom.) and somewhat darker depressing themes, you might want to pass.

Here's the link to watch the trailer: Gone Baby Gone

Lester Bangs

2007-11-16T18:42:00.000-08:00

It's Friday night at 6:42pm and I'm at the computer...I'm a young guy in the prime of my life, I should be out on the town taking it out and chopping it up.

I will admit that I have plans to go play some futbol with a female friend of mine, but I am sick and I hate fun, so we'll see what happens.

Which brings me to one of my favorite quotes from the movie Almost Famous.

William Miller (protagonist) had to submit a story to Rolling Stone. He was a bit distressed and called Lester Bangs (Phillip Seymour Hoffman) for some help. It was a weekend night and Miller was worried Bangs would be out on the town. To his surprise, Bangs answered the phone. After some conversation Miller expressed his relief that Bangs was home, to which Bangs stated,"I'm always home. I'm uncool."

Just the other day this girl at church said, "I should call you. I bet you're always out doing something interesting and cool..." Not joking. Exact quote.

I should have replied, "I'm always home. I'm uncool."

Watch the clip. Enjoy. As my friend Rob said, "youtube is what the internet was made for." At this moment I agree.

"...make me cool, heroic maybe..."

2007-11-15T13:15:00.000-08:00

If you read my previous post, you'll notice my bro-in-law asked me to make him, "...cool, heroic maybe..." when I incorporated/introduced him into the blog.

You can see from the pictures that I don't have much to work with. Damn it, Martin. I'm neither a doctor nor a miracle worker.

By the way, this is what happens when you (Martin) hook up your camera to my computer when I'm not around, download photos and then put them all in the "trash" but forget to delete them. You never thought those photos would come back to haunt you four years later (that's when I found them digging through my photo trash can).

Every body thinks they're a comedian. Well, two people at least.

2007-11-14T15:18:00.000-08:00

Here were a couple of email responses to my temp job duties post. Everyone thinks they're a comedian in this life, don't they.

Response One:
I was reading about the job posting and how you have to wear steel toe shoes and be able to lift 50 lbs. Maybe with steel toe shoes you could weigh 50 lbs!

Response Two:
Thanks for telling me you had a blog, loser. It's a funny blog though, where did you lift all of the material? You need to fill out your profile and some how work me into some of your "deep thoughts". I think that it would help make your blog sound less dark (with me in it would probably grow your readership 10 fold in just a few days). I think you need to go on meds because your blog make it sound like you are about to go over the edge. Question: can you lift 50 lbs.? Also, you don't sound very enthusiastic and motivated. When you add me to your blog make me cool, heroic maybe, or you will regret it.

The most awesome brother-in-law you have,

Martin

My response to response one: You mock my weight, but I know you're only jealous as the last time you weighed in at a spry 147lbs (my weight on a good day when I'm soaking wet) was probably when you were in 2nd grade (ok, maybe 10th grade. You're not that big of a fatty. I'm just harassing you). I know you long to see you toes again when you stand up, but that's going to require that you pass up the chocolate donuts every time you stop for gas at a convenience store.

My response to response two: He calls me a loser. Tells me it's funny. Wants to steal my blog limelight by working him into my "deep thoughts". Tells me I should be on meds (maybe I already am). Questions my ability to lift 50lbs. He tells me I don't sound very enthusiastic or motivated. And then to top it all off he wants me to make him sound, "cool, heroic maybe" when I work him in.

Does anybody else see what's wrong with this picture. Luckily I only have to deal with Martin once or twice a year. Unfortunately, my poor sister has to endure him on a daily basis. J/K, Martin. We heart you.

The Land of the Rising Sun

2007-11-13T10:20:00.001-08:00

We have "Deal or No Deal" here in the States.

In Japan they have these gems:

http://cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/ver/223/popup/index.php?cl=4878187

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UlAkOhH9eek&mode=related&search=

We drop the atomic bomb on them and they come back with Toyota Motors and basically destroy our car market. Then they completely out do themselves with these game shows. Unbelievable. You have to admire the Japanese.

These were brought to my attention by my dear friends Rob and Carleton. Thanks, Robert and Carleton.

My mom's response to the announcement of my blog and Snoop Doggy Dog and jobby job post

2007-11-12T17:57:00.000-08:00

"Loved LOVED your blog! It's about time you started documenting your progress. How do I get to it? The same address always? Does the latest entry come up as soon as you post it? I'm not internet savvy but I'll learn. One question: Funhater? Doesn't sound like you. And what's with the turn down on Verizon? I'd think you'd love visiting anonymously with people. You'd shine. Love, Mommy"

I have a few comments regarding my mother's email:

1. "documenting my progress"????????? Since when is getting a job at a temp agency at this point in my life progress? Bless your heart, mom. But this is more of a regression than a progression.

2. "One question: Funhater? Doesn't sound like you." Bless your heart again, mom. Believe it or not, there are people out there who think I hate fun (you know who you are: Terrie, Sierra, Summer, Jenny...). If anybody knows me, it's my mom and she knows that deep down I HEART fun.

3. "And what's with the turn down on Verizon? I'd think you'd love visiting anonymously with people. You'd shine." Maybe she doesn't know me after all. Mom!! Visiting anonymously with people at Verizon in the mall?????!!!!!!! Are you my mother or what??? I will now question almost everything you say, except for point number 2. Thanks, mom.

Snoop Doggy Dog needs to get a jobby job

2007-11-12T15:27:00.000-08:00

So Narwhal Co. has taken significantly longer to get going that I ever anticipated. It's not Nov. 12. I was hoping to have this up and going by the end of Summer. Oh well.

Anyway, it should be official on Wednesday. Fingers are crossed.

But due to some unexpected expenses (I got lousy ticket for not wearing my seat belt, which is sure to set me back several hundred dollars. I also purchased some items at American Apparel to try out with the shirt designs I'll be selling on the site and figured I'd return them after doing some color/style coordinating. Nope. I guess I didn't read the fine print that said, "no refunds. Exchange or store credit only.") I went out and got a temp job today. All right!

As of Wednesday (and only until next Tuesday), I 'd like all of you to refer to me by my official title of Material Handler. That's right. I will be a material handler for the upcoming week. I can hardly contain the excitement.

Here's the job description: Remstart is looking for an eager, fast paced team player for this assignment. Shipping and warehouse experience, have a sense of urgency, enthusiastic and motivated. They (me) will be staging the project for the techs to assemble. The position requires steel toe shoes. Must be able to lift 50 lbs. EXPERIENCE WITH POWER TOOLS A PLUS!

My life just got so much worse.

When I was at the temp agency the woman there asked me what my strengths were. I said, "strong interpersonal skill, great communication/connector, speak Spanish, low maitenance/high yield...blah, blah, blah."

She first said, "I have the perfect job for you. Working for Verizon being a greeter at one of their kiosks in the mall. They need someone who speaks Spanish and it's only a two week job."

I'd rather go to the gun store and prepare to exit this world than take that job. I had to politely decline stating I couldn't work weekends. But the real reason is that I would probably kill myself if I had to do that even one hour, much less two weeks. So much for strong interpersonal skills--at least at the Verizon store.

Sunday, Sunday

2007-11-11T23:23:00.000-08:00

This is three weeks in a row without falling asleep during Sacrament meeting. Can I get a medal or something? I had quite a streak of straight up passing out during the first hour of church. I don't know what was wrong with me.

However, there was a stake Priesthood meeting tonight and I fell dead asleep for about 20 mins. of it. I woke up and my arms were totally numb from resting them across my knees and then putting my head on them. I'm sure I also had a large red spot on my forehead. No big deal though.

I think it was just a youth speaker or two that I missed. What do they know anyway?

"Sometimes nothing can be a pretty cool hand"

2007-11-10T23:11:00.000-08:00

It's official. I have joined the blogosphere on the world wide interweb. I am here living the dream (or nightmare, it all depends on the day) and it's time to start documenting it. What will become of this, I am not quite sure. Who will read it? That is a good question. All I know is that noteworthy events occur on a semi regular basis and it's time to put finger to keyboard and share my so-called life for all you voyeurs out there.

Here we go. Welcome aboard.