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Who wants to go see the Misfits on December 6th in Orlando?
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[28 Sep 2008|09:35pm] |
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Did Chuck come back after the Writer's Strike? if it didn't, then I am caught up. If not, then I have to watch a shit load of TV by tomorrow night.
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| Today, |
[11 Apr 2008|09:31am] |
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is my birthday. So, in everything you do, celebrate me.
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| This is the story of my christmas, |
[30 Dec 2007|08:18pm] |
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and how I will spend the rest of my life with lead in my shoulder.
This year for Christmas, since I had no retail job to keep me in lakeland, I went to Green Bay, WI with my family. The second day we were there, my uncle had arranged for us a Pheasant hunt. The way this particular hunt works is we walk in a line, through a crop field, with a dog. When Max (the dog) finds a bird, he points to the spot where the bird is hiding, and once the command is given, scares the bird into flying up in the air. At this point, the person closest to the bird takes a shot with a shotgun, hopefully killing the bird. Towards the end of our hunt, we were taking a last run through one field. I was on the far right, my uncle next to me, and my brother next to him. Max got a point, and my uncle gave the command for him to scare the bird. Of course the bird flew up, and my uncle took a shot at him, missing. The bird then flew next to my brother, closer to me. I had my sights trained on the bird, just in case it came close enough. I heard my brother's shot. An odd feeling came over my shoulder, and leg. Without dropping the gun, I exclaimed, "I think I've been shot..." I saw no blood, or hole in my hoodie, so I wasn't sure. I was just hurting. My dad rushed over, and I took off my hoodie. As soon as the sleave cleared my shoulder, my dad's face went pale. I glanced at my shoulder, to see my shirt soaked with blood. Now my face went pale. I took off the shirt, so I wouldn't get any more blood on it. (I don't like dirty shirts!) Now I am standing shirtless in 25-30 degree weather. I dropped my pants to inspect the other wound. It wasn't nearly as bad. My dad, then took my shirt, and squeezed my shoulder, to stop the bleeding. He had to convince me to use the shirt, saying "we can wash the blood off, we need to stop the bleeding!" This seemed logical. We got it to stop quickly, and I realized that the wounds were both very minor. Barely past the surface of the skin. I am pretty sure the one on my leg just grazed by. However, my shoulder was a direct hit. I decided that it was to small to bother a doctor with, and instead decided to go to the clubhouse for a beer. Thus concludes the story of how I got shot by my brother.
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| I now am cooler than you are. |
[15 Aug 2007|04:16pm] |
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and it's all because of this.
I got to hold that today. For those even less cool, that is Han Solo's blaster.
Ok, so it's not the one that Harrison Ford heald himself, but it is the same gun that they used as a prop. It's a broom handled mauser. a German pistol that was so weird looking, that they didn't change a single thing about it to turn it into a space age pistol. Now I need a few thousand bucks to purchase it to complete my coolness.
PS. Han shot first.
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| Mommy's alright... |
[12 Jun 2007|02:35am] |
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Yesterday, I met someone famous.
The second guy from the left.
Robin Zander, of Cheap Trick.
My life could be only described as random.
I'm too tired to post the picture I took with him. Maybe tomorrow, if you're lucky.
G'night.
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| I ripped this from FARK, but thought you needed to read it. |
[30 Apr 2007|04:40pm] |
UNCOMFORTABLE QUESTIONS ABOUT THE ATTACK: Was it an inside job?
1) Why were a handful of rebel fighters able to penetrate the defenses of a battle station that had the capability of destroying an entire planet and the defenses to ward off several fleets of battle ships?
2) Why did Grand Moff Tarkin refuse to deploy the station’s large fleet of TIE Fighters until it was too late? Was he acting on orders from somebody to not shoot down the rebel attack force? If so, who, and why?
3) Why was the rebel pilot who supposedly destroyed the Death Star reported to be on the Death Star days, maybe hours, prior to its destruction? Why was he allowed to escape, and why were several individuals dressed in Stormtrooper uniforms seen helping him?
4) Why has there not been an investigation into allegations that Darth Vader, the second-ranking member of the Imperial Government, is in fact the father of the pilot who allegedly destroyed the Death Star?
5) Why did Lord Vader decide to break all protocols and personally pilot a lightly armored TIE Fighter? Conveniently, this placed Lord Vader outside of the Death Star when it was destroyed, where he was also conveniently able to escape from a large-sized rebel fleet that had just routed the Imperial forces. Why would Lord Vader, one of the highest ranking members of the Imperial Government, suddenly decide to fly away from the Death Star in the middle of a battle? Did he know something that the rest of the Imperial Navy didn’t?
6) How could any pilot shoot a missile into a 2 meter-wide exhaust port, let alone a pilot with no formal training, whose only claim to fame was his ability to “bullseye womprats” on Tatooine? This shot, according to one pilot, would be “impossible, even for a computer.” Yet, according to additional evidence, the pilot who allegedly fired the missile turned off his targeting computer when he was supposedly firing the shot that destroyed the Death Star. Why have these discrepancies never been investigated, let alone explained?
7) Why has their been no investigation into evidence that the droids who provided the rebels with the Death Star plans were once owned by none other than Lord Vader himself, and were found, conveniently, by the pilot who destroyed the Death Star, and who is also believed to be Lord Vader’s son? Evidence also shows that the droids were brought to one Ben Kenobi, who, records indicate, was Darth Vader’s teacher many years earlier! Are all these personal connections between the conspirators and a key figure in the Imperial government supposed to be coincidences?
8) How could a single missile destroy a battle station the size of a moon? No records, anywhere, show that any battle station or capital ship has ever been destroyed by a single missile. Furthermore, analysis of the tape of the last moments of the Death Star show numerous small explosions along its surface, prior to it exploding completely! Why does all evidence indicate that strategically placed explosives, not a single missile, is what destroyed the Death Star?
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| The Quote Of The Evening |
[28 Apr 2007|02:05am] |
Tonight, my friend Steve said: If I don't come back with the fattest chick you have ever seen to dance, I'll give you five bucks."
Then he did it.
I owe him a beer.
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| A couple of updates: |
[13 Apr 2007|04:49pm] |
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The Flaming Lips are by far the best show I have ever seen. I put it this way to Shayne: The pictures I took at the show were better than any other actual show I have attended. ISIS included. (sorry Ren)
In other news, I, as of today, have acquired a Nintendo Wii. My life has just begun. You may begin being jealous now.
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| Last Night |
[03 Apr 2007|07:13pm] |
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Last night, while sitting outside of molly's, A bird caught my eye as flew into my frame of vision. It was obviously going in for a kill, but little did it know that in between the intended target and the bird, was a tree. The bird flew full speed into this tree, and fell dead on the ground. My initial reaction was to laugh, and I did. I kind of felt bad, because this bird just killed its self, but I couldn't help replay the humorous event in my mind. It's not every day you get to see a bird fly into a tree.
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| The art of Failure |
[16 Mar 2007|12:29am] |
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I noticed the other day that the line between failure and success is fuzzy at best. Church on Sunday, by all observable means, was crappy. The computer had problems, the drummer called in at the last minute, among other things. However, to me, and others I have talked to, the service went great. I have a couple of theories why something that looks like a failure on paper, can be gaged as a success:
1) All that glitters is not gold.
I think it's becoming true, at least in the church world, a good portion of people aren't concerned with how much like an arena concert their church is. They are rather concerned with the content of the message, or the sincerity of the worship. On Sunday, even though we had our fair share of technical difficulties, the acoustic setting of the worship was sort of refreshing, and the message still had a point. In the end, if you, as a church leader, are reaching people, then they will easily forgive the rough spots in the service, and catch the heart of the message.
2) What is failure anyway?
I took a few seconds to ask myself: What is failure anyway? At what point would we just give up, dismiss, and tell everyone to go home? I have been to a lot of messed up church services, and at no point did the pastor just give up. I guess this theory is the 'so what?' theory. So what if a few things go wrong? There is a level of excitement that comes with pulling off in the light of bad circumstance. Hemingway called it 'grace under pressure.'
Just a little bit of what's on my mind tonight.
in other news, I am now a legal driver again. Stupid DMV.
Shakedown out.
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| Behold the power of Scrubs fans. |
[15 Feb 2007|10:15pm] |
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During tonight's episode of scrubs, Todd wore a shirt with the website TheToddtime.com written on it. They talked about it for about two seconds. Never again. I have tried since then with no success to access that website. It exists, I am sure. For it has loaded partially a couple of times. Apparently I am not the only one who watches Scrubs while being an easy reach from an internet accessible computer.
Nerd high five.
(slap)
alright
(snap)
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| The Future of the Church |
[14 Feb 2007|12:40am] |
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Recent conversations have got me thinking about the future of the church. As a whole, Christianity is in a transitional period. The people who run the majority of the church now are leaving their empires in the hands of new people. As it is with any business, if they don't offer a product (a church) that is desirable to their customers (the church-goer) then they will find empty pews very soon. So, the question is what do the up and coming church-goers want out of a church? My guess is most people today are looking for two things: Honesty and transparency. I believe that people have stopped looking for the wizard of Oz experience. They don't want a puff of smoke, and a curtain to represent God. People want to feel like they can trust the person who represents God to them. In the last 30 years too many pastors, priests and church leaders have betrayed the trust of their congregation, and in many cases this congregation has been quite a large one. I think these betrayals have had their part in the trend towards smaller, more intimate churches. From 1990 to 2005 the median church size has gone from 137 members in 1990 to 107 in 2005. I think this trend will plateau at about 90 to 100 or so members. As the baby boomers fade away, the number of so called mega-churches will start to shrink, as small churches become more numerous.
Of course, a small church is nothing without honesty. The above mentioned lack of trust, I believe, is leading to more of a strive for the individual church-goer to seek out his own answers. Pastors are going to have to become more bible based in their leadership. I have heard too many pastors make outlandish statements that seem to have no basis in scripture. These statements seem to have been more based on emotion, and inspired by crowd reaction, rather than God. I think we are about to see an abandon to these kind of churches, and a revert to churches where pastors toil over each word, and are prepared to back it up with scripture.
Evangelism is due for a change as well. Personally, In my spiritual growth, (that sounds cancerous...) I have began to despise many of the methods of evangelism that I was raised on. I now view people handing out tracts in Munn Park, or the egg-covered houses that give them out on Halloween (worse than pennies!), as kin to the Jehovah's Witnesses who knock on my door every coupe of weeks. I believe that a focus on relationships in evangelism is around the corner. A couple of friends, sitting at Panera Bread or Molly's discussing their spiritual beliefs is much more lasting of an impression on one's soul than thinking you have found a 20 dollar bill, only to be disappointed with the phrase "This isn't a real $20 bill, but what it contains is worth so much more!" I also think there is a lot to be said about servant evangelism. The church I attend has made a habit of handing out water bottles at soccer fields on game day. No tracts, no strings attached at all. Just a tag with the church's name, and contact information. This kind of gesture seems to make much more of an impact than chasing down a couple of oddly dressed kids out side of a show, and attacking them with a series of personal questions about their beliefs.
All in all, I think the church is way over due for a change. I may be way off. in many ways, this is more where I would like to see the church go, than where it is going. In some way, we will never get rid of all the hyper-faith churches, or the pastors who confuse spiritual movement with the increased volume of their own voice. However, I think they will be in they minority very soon.
This is what happens when I can't sleep.
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| Groundhog Day |
[01 Feb 2007|11:59pm] |
Happy Groundhog Day!
no, thank you Bill Murray.
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| For fans of McSweeneys... |
[31 Jan 2007|04:25pm] |
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Check out Girlsarepretty.com. it is quite funny, and gives you something to celebrate every day.
I promise, Jasper. No old men porn.
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| I'm a man, man. |
[29 Jan 2007|12:53am] |
I at a bison burger for dinner tonight. I feel like a man.
Also, Keep votingfor the rumrunners.
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| Vote for my mom! (cue Jasper's jokes) |
[27 Jan 2007|01:10am] |
Alright guys, I need an internet favor.
Back story: My mom is in a Pirate Krewe for Gasprilla (a big party in Tampa with a parade and everything.) Well, it turns out a local entertainment paper has selected them as one of the top 5 party Krewes in the parade. (it's true, they party like crazy.) The winner of the event will be selected via a vote online.
Here's your part:
Step One: Click Here
Step Two: Select Captain Henry Morgan and the Krewe of RumRunners on the vote box to the right.
Step Three: VOTE!
You will be very loved by me if you comply.
-Shakedown.
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