Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Backwards Thinking

Starting in 5th grade, my parents sent me to a Baptist Church School. What made it so awful for a 10 year old was that fact that I had to wear a tie to school every single day! In the latter years, I was required to wear a suit jacket on Wednesday's for Chapel. It sucked pretty bad for the first few months, but after I got settled in, it wasn't so bad. Everyone else had to wear dress clothes and it kind of felt good to dress up in the mornings.

As time went by, I started realizing denominational differences between myself and the other kids, they started to notice too. Most of the kids there were die-hard Southern Baptists, but there was a handful of non-denominational kids that I went to church. To be honest with you, I hated going to church. I didn't care what denomination it was, It was all boring to me. I know that it was boring to the other kids as well, but kids like to find things to argue about. I would often times find myself sitting amongst peers having religious arguements. I started getting called "Harry Tick"(heretic) and other retarded names that I never really cared about.

Some of the best arguements were over really important issues like, what version of the Bible you read. These were Southern Baptists and Mommy and Daddy, not to mention the school we went to, said that the King James Version was the only true version of the Bible. The NIV and every other new translation was crap and not the true word of God (I feel bad for anyone who reads the Bible, but doesn't speak English, I guess they're going to hell because their translation is wrong!!!)

Even though, I never really cared, I could see the holes in their theology. It's surprising that they didn't see it either. As I entered highschool, I actually did decide to be a "Christian". It was a very strange thing for me considering my parents had raised me that way, but even though I believed it was never real to me. The summer before 9th grade, it did become real to me, on my own accord. I chose to be a "Christian" because I wanted to be a "Christian". My parents had little, to quite honestly nothing to do with my conversion.

I went to the Baptist school for a couple more years and saw quite the hypocrisy. Kids getting up on Wednesdays during chapel and preaching to us about witnessing to "lost" people. After school they'd return to their hypocritical ways of being racist and having pre-marital sex. Their example really made a difference in my life!!

10 years later I look back on that chapter in my life and I honestly can't believe I was ever around people who had such backwards thinking about life, people and even God. I've changed so much since highschool. My faith is very different from how I was back then and especially alot different from those people that I grew up around. I think one of the biggest changes that I've made is that I have an understanding of Grace. I think it's essential in having faith in God.

With all of that said, I was recently having an e-mail exchange with one of my old buddies from highschool. I haven't seen him in about three years and we randomly talk over e-mail every 6-12 months. He was one of the hypocritical people I went to school with, but I don't really care. We're all Hypocrites. Live and learn. Grace has taught me that.

Anyway, back in school he was always a big Beastie Boys fan. In one of the e-mails I sent, I asked him if he liked the newest Beastie Boys album that came out a few years back. Here was his response:

                                                                           "I don't listen to any of that garbage any more...
I got my heart right about a year ago... I spend
alot of time in the Book, and I usually listen to
about 2 hours a day of Bible studies from 
Dr xxxxx. I've been street preaching
and passing out tracts alot. As far as music goes,
I don't listen to any of that worldly music, and that
includes the Christian rock garbage. Which is nothing
more than satanic music with Christian lyrics. I despise
the Christian contemporary and Christian rock more than
the secular rock. At least the secular rock knows what side they are on.
You can't take worldly things and put a Christian twist on them
to make them "OK". That's what Christians do when they want 
a little worldliness mixed in with their Christianity. I gave it up
completely. The only music I listen to is classical or hymns. Only
if it feeds the spirit and not the flesh."

I see so many holes in what he's saying in this e-mail. I replied back with "I'm glad you have your heart in the right place man." I didn't want to start an e-mail war with an old buddy. I'm not one for arguing. It's pointless. I feel like I've grown and changed so much in the last 10 years and it makes me feel weird to think that he's exactly the same. I don't know if i'm hurt, sad or even mad about how blinded someone is in there judgement. The truth of the matter is, I love him to death and I always will. I always hope the best for him and I'm sure we'll maintain our relationship over e-mail for years to come, but it sucks to think we can't ever really discuss this topic. I guess, we probably could, but I think he would be to stubborn to actually have an open mind about other thoughts on God.

When it really comes down to it, I really don't care what people believe in - Jesus, Buddha, etc. It doesn't matter. I just hope that people will have an open mind and a heart full of grace and acceptance for others.

I feel like I'm not done writing this entry, but I don't know what else to say. The whole thing just bothers me. I've forgotten about a chapter of my life and now I know why.

Monday, July 24, 2006

"Spin it like a Helicopter!"

I imagine most people who blog live on the internet atleast 6-8 hours a day. You go to work and sit in front of a computer and then you go home and make a beeline straight for the computer. It's very disturbing if you really think about it. Regardless, we love computers and the internet. Imagine your life without it?

I do that every once in a while and it creeps me out. We'd probably read more. I don't think I would be more social. I don't allow it to destroy my social life. It's actually probably helped it in alot of ways.

One of the greatest things about the internet for me are the retarded e-mails and games that get passed around the internet. I came across this one today and it reminded me of a few years ago!

See if you can beat my highscore!


Friday, July 21, 2006

What's Michael Jackson's favorite baseball team?

After the agreement was reached, the offending bibs were back on the eBay market.

Damon Sucks!

I agree.

I'm not a big baseball fan, but I came across this story on cnn.com this morning and it cracked me up. The NY/Boston Rivalry is so out of control, but I fucking love it. That's what sports are all about, being competitive. They pay these guys millions to hit balls and run bases, we should get more entertainment than just the basics of the sport. I understand that they're pro's and they do it better than anyone else, but it would be boring if teams didn't have a healthy hatred for one another. Seriously, what would've basketball looked like in the 80's if you didn't have Magic and Bird?

Rivalries are what makes sports great! Growing up one of my favorite things to do was to watch Michael Jordan dominate the competition, but it was always a little bit sweeter to watch him bring the pain to NY. Here's an example!

I guess what it comes down to is that friction creates a fire. You build a big enough fire and people are going to come and watch. It wouldn't surprise me if Johnny Damon went to NY just for the publicity stunt, oh and not to mention the money (52 Million - 4 year contract). It's Pro Sports, I understand loyalty, but I also understand being appreciated. Money = Appreciation when it comes to a job.

Johnny Damon you're a bastard for going to NY, but I don't fucking blame you man.

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

It's all the rage!

Last Friday night I felt like I was 12 years old again. I don't think I've ever really had a "classic" birthday party before, but my girlfriend through me one. Granted it was at a bar/restaurant and not Chuck E. Cheese, not that I would be opposed to Chuck E. Cheese. I fucking rule at that Gopher Bop game. The Star Wars cake posted above was actually made out of Splenda, so that I could enjoy my birthday the same way everyone else does.

As I sat at my birthday party, I started thinking back about my childhood birthdays and realized that I had never really had a birthday party before. I remember one time when I was 10 years old I kind of had one. I invited some kids from school, but for whatever reason none of them came. That kind of sucked. Especially when you're 10 you're a little sensitive about things like birthday parties and what not. The guy in the camo shirt in the group picture is my best friend and he was at my 10th birthday party though, and there was a certain toy/fad that I received on that glorious day that brought us hours of fun.

Crocodile Mile!!!

Due to my best friend Ray and the awesome present from my parents, my 10th birthday was a success. Otherwise, I think it would've gone down in history as an awful day. I imagine it would've scarred me and I would loathe birthdays and would probably be living in a basement apartment somewhere watching youtube videos of people having fun at gay birthday parties, literally.

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

Blitzkrieg Bop

Aim. Shoot. Duck.
Throw a frag grenade. Die Nazi Scum!

I’ve been fighting the good fight the last couple of weeks. The Krauts have been killing me with
their never-ending slew of soldiers. I’ll kill about 50 of them and think I’ll
get to rest for a minute, but they keep coming like cock roaches. I hate them,
but my tommy gun loves them.

Ever since I got Call of Duty 2 for my Xbox 360 as a birthday present, I have been playing it
non-stop. I usually don’t like the World War II first person shooter games, but
this one fucking rules. I applaud the creators of this game. It actually
restored my faith in World War II video games.

Box art for the PC version.

I always hated the Medal of Honor games. The configuration of the controller always sucked, no
matter how many times I changed it. It just never felt comfortable. Not with
Call of Duty 2. I only changed the controller to be inverted and the rest was perfect.

I also thought the level of difficulty was a little ridiculous. They’d start you out with a
bolt-action rifle and you have to run through about 100 guys who have machines
guns. That doesn’t seem fair to me. I don’t mind having to face a lot of
people, but when it’s hard to maneuver due to the controller it just takes the
fun out of the game.

To take it to the next level of dorkdom, I defeated Call of Duty II last night. It was emotionalmoment for me. I had so much fun playing and now it was all over. What am I going to play now? What is going to satisfy my hunger for killing Nazis?

I’m going to be completely honest here. I actually dreamed about playing last night. Planes were flying at me, tanks were trying to crush me, but I had my mp40 and I was kicking ass.


I think I’m probably a first person shooter snob though. Ever since Halo came out I’ve never met its equal. COD II is the closest that a game has come though and it did a damn good job. Now I have to play it on Xbox Live!

Friday, July 14, 2006

Twenty Five.

Who goes to work on their birthday, seriously?

I usually take the day after my birthday off, but since my birthday fell on a Friday this year I decided not to bother with it. So here I sit on my 25th birthday at work. The 45 year old guy in the cubicle next to me is listening to some sort of annoying "I wish I was 25, but since i'm not I'm going to try to act like i'm 25" techno music.

25. Twenty Five. XXV.

I think after you hit 21 you really don't have alot to look forward to. I guess I can rent cars now, but I could already rent cars due to my insurance. My insurance is supposed to go down. It's already only $60 a month though. I'm not complaining. It's just kind of a monumental, yet odd year. I think it's better than 24 though and definitely better than 22. I think 22 is like being a sophmore in Highschool. You're not a freshman (21) anymore, so you're not going to get your ass kicked, but there's not much else going on that year. I always thought it was funny going into bars when I was 21 and people looking at my ID and saying, "You're just a baby". I didn't really care because I was getting wasted, but what I thought to be strange was the person saying it was only 22. I guess those are the benefits of being 22.

As you get older you think the age heirarchy will go away. I don't think it ever really does. I think we all do it though. No matter how old you are you feel that you have some sort of superiority by being a few years older. Maybe wisdom comes with age? Eh, sometimes. Do dumbass mistakes come with age too? Definitely.

I was being introspective and contemplative this morning about my life while I drove into work and I came to the conclusion that I am really thankful for my life. I know we all bitch sometimes about people or jobs or situations, but overall I'm really enjoying this thing. In terms of mistakes, I don't think I've made too many. Nothing that couldn't be corrected. Live and learn right? I look around at my friends, my family and my job and I'm pretty happy with all of it. It's very dysfunctional on many levels, but what isn't?

I enjoy dysfunctional.

That may sound sick, but I really do. The "word" functional" is still the root word. It still functions. That's all that matters in a sense. As long as you keep moving forward and growing.

I had no idea whatever the hell I am writing was going to come out of these fingers today. I'm ok with it though. I guess after 25 years of living that's one thing that I've learned, life is pretty fucked up, but I think if you can keep an open mind and operate with a graceful and loving attitude dealing with the fucked up shit isn't so bad. It's actually great. I would rather deal with real life with all of it's pain and emotion than something that is fake and plastic.

Here's to 75 more years!

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Keep on Truckin'

Due to Ashley's hectic work and school schedule, she was in need of a vacation. I stay pretty busy myself, so I wasn't in opposition of the idea either. We made a quick decision and decided to go to Savannah for the weekend.

We rocked hard on the drive down, well atleast I did.

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Once we arrived, we stayed at The Thunderbird Inn.

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We went to the beach.

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I stole a little boy's sand castle. I actually buried him behind me. can you see his leg sticking out?

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We went to River Street.


We got drunk.

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We eventually went home, but we were so sad that we had to go back to real life that we didn't take any pictures of it. Overall, we had a great time and it made me realize that I need to go out of town more often and take more vacations.

"I know a guy who lives just for the weekends.

He says he's tired a lot.

He says there should be five days of weekend

instead of five days of work."

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Blogging about blogging...

It drives me crazy when I'm sitting somewhere and all of a sudden I start thinking about something that I would really like to blog about. The creative juices are flowing, my mind is racing and I'm driving down I-75 without a computer insight. Yeah, I could jot it down on a piece of paper (I've done it before). There's just something about blogging in the moment though.

Then again, I blog about my life. I don't live my life to blog.

It's not the end of the world, but when I drag my ass into work in the morning and I sit staring at a cubicle wall, it's hard to find some inspiration. It is true that e-enterprise and excel spreadsheets are my motivation for living, but for some reason I feel like I've killed the "I hate waisting my life rotting in an office" post. Maybe I'll decorate my cubicle, so I'll be more creative. I could get some sort of ice-breaking, conversation starter so that fellow co-workers would want to come by and talk. Our amazing conversations about new product or last week's seminars would get me totally pumped up and ready to blog!!


These might work.

Friday, July 07, 2006

I just did a 360!

A few months back my xbox finally kicked the can. It was a refurbed xbox and it lasted for a couple of years. It gave me the pleasure of  playing Halo 1 and 2 for hours upon hours. The box definitely served its purpose. R.I.P. my friend.

As we all know though, life is a cycle. As all things come to an end, new life is born.


I got a new xbox for my birthday. A 360 to be exact. It's another week until my birthday, but it was an early present. I'm ecstatic.

I owe it all to this lovely lady.

Now Halo 3 needs to come out. I miss Master Chief.


Thursday, July 06, 2006

On the up and up...

You don't really realize how much you love/miss/need your car until you can't use it for two weeks. Holy shit balls! The last couple of weeks threw me back into a nostalgic state of feeling like I was 15 again.

"Hey, can you give me a ride to work?"
"Yes, I want to hang out tonight. Can you pick me up?"
"No, I do not accept candy from strangers, but i'll get in the car with you if you can give me a ride."

Two weeks sounds like a very long time for your car to be in the shop, but every time they fixed one problem another one arose. It's classic for a mechanic to find something else wrong with your car when working on it. These guys ruled though because they never back away from the original price they quoted me. Not to mention Saturn doesn't stock any parts so they had to order three different parts on three different days.

Anyway, I'm glad to announce that I got my car back on Monday.

Sunday, July 02, 2006

Godbless 'Merica and the Descendents

Sorry for the supposed anti-American sentiment this weekend, apparently I've never been in a war before with people being blown up around me, so i'm not allowed to disagree with the masses. Oh wait, The majority actually disagrees with the war in Iraq. Oh wait, I had someone come after me in my comments about the war in Iraq without me ever saying anything about the war in Iraq. I think the anonymous comment boy probably has been into too many wars and has a few loose screws as a result.

Moving forward, the Descendents are one of my favorite punk rock bands of all-time. They're truly classic. These guys have been putting out records since '79 and it doesn't even sound like the old grungy punk that you think would be made in '79. I'm not a big lyric posting type of blogger, but I really feel like I can relate to this song and it's not an anti-American song, but just an honest opinion from a regular joe.


by Descendents

We flipped our finger to the king of england
Stole our country from the indians
With god on our side and guns in our hands
We took it for our own
A nation dedicated to liberty
Justice and equality
Does it look that way to you?
It doesn't look that way to me
The sickest joke I know

Listen up man, I'll tell you who I am
Just another stupid american
You don't wanna listen
You don't wanna understand
So finish up your drink and go home

I come from the land of Ben Franklin
Twain and Poe and Walt Whitman
Otis Redding, Ellington,
The country that I love
But it's a land of the slaves and the ku klux klan
Haymarket riot and the great depression
Joe McCarthy, Vietnam
The sickest joke I know


I'm proud and ashamed
Every fourth of july
You got to know the truth
Before you say that you got pride

Now the cops got tanks 'cause the kids got guns
Shrinks pushin' pills on everyone
Cancer from the ocean, cancer from the sun
Straight to Hell we go