And the Good New Is... For Someone Else.

Let me say first of all that I have no room to politically rant, so this will be the one and only such post of its kind. I didn't vote. Due to poor planning on my part, my absentee ballot would have had to have been applied for before I headed east, but I dropped the ball there and felt horrible about it. I have never been more invested in an election, and I've never lost more sleep about it.

Of course, I guess my feelings of utter dismay are just selfish. When I think about how my life and the lives of most of the decent people I know have been economically worsened over the last four years, I'm not thinking about so many others who were genetically incapable of self-reliance. There is an entire culture--a growing one at that--who are blessed by medicare handouts and other types of government give-aways (not to mention the emotional stimulus of change and hope and egalitarianism and revenge), and just because I'm not a part of that festering tumor on American society doesn't mean I should get upset with America. Sure, that whole demographic that put Obama in power contributes a lot to society. They are producers of a lot of things, like excuses and blame and demands. Without them, how would the majority-ish of America feel good about their miserable lives? Now they can all sit back and wait for the nation to change to fit their lifestyle. Now they don't have to change a thing about who they choose to be because with Obama and his four more years of change and hope and revenge, etc., happiness is gonna just land on their doorstep.

And if it does, let me assure you, I will be pleasantly surprised. If my life or the lives of most decent people I know are made better by the fiscal policies in the next four years of the reign of collectivism, I would be pleasantly and extremely surprised. But since patterns of human behavior are resistant to change without the Spirit of God, I am going to prepare for worse things. I would love to be pleasantly surprised, but until that happens, I have one question for America:

Who is John Galt?

Is it Beiber or Bieber? Or Idiot-Face?

A couple of years ago, I watched that Justin Beiber movie called "Never Say Never" or something like that. Yup, I watched a movie about Justin Beiber. Here's my conclusion--get ready for a bunch of unfounded superlatives.

Justin Beiber has talent, but it sure as heck ain't singin or playing instruments. The kid has amazing rhythm. Rhythm is a very difficult word to spell. Justin Beiber should be a drummer for some garage band, not a teenage idol sensation. Of course, he could be yesterday's news by the time I'm writing this. Teeny-bopper culture tends to be very faddish.

He certainly reaffirms one thing. The music industry these days is not about talent. If you want to get in on talent alone, you have to be Bono-esque or Hendrix-esque or Susan Boyle-esque, and there are precious few on this planet that reach those levels. Another way is to introduce something new and so repulsive to the older generation that it becomes quite endearing to the younger generation, like the Beatles.

Nowadays, if you have the slightest shred of  talent and/or sex appeal, throw in the right connections and extreme luck and you're there. Beiber was lucky enough to somehow ride the rising internet video sensation into Usher's lap, becoming a marketing campaign for someone who wanted to stretch their celebrity wings.

What brought this up, you ask? Well, I was watching NBC the other day and they had a preview of this Two and Half Men show that Miley Cyrus was making an appearance on. I wondered how it was that this world ever let her get poplar. Then I thought about how much I despise Bieber... bless his heart.

So, The Other Day...

I went to a Taco Bell and bought 4 dollars worth of food... I had an early breakfast, ok? Anyways, the lady asks if I want to donate a dollar to world hunger. I says, "Lady, I just donated four dollars to world hunger."

I took my food and walked to my car. Since it was Taco Bell, after I ate it I felt kinda bad. It may have been gas, but it might have been conscience. As such, next time I'll donate SIX dollars! Six crunchy potato soft tacos!

Boring Details About Life

So I woke up this morning in Atlanta. Why? Long story short, I am here for more work. Short story long, that work includes helping out a certain acquaintance of mine whose name may make you think he once ran the executive branch of the United State.

Anyways, the weather is real nice outside. I can even feel the wind at times... maybe I'll stay for a bit.

A Mostly True Story

I'm at home all by myself this week.

I was eating green beans for dinner and then I was like, "Wait a minute... what am I doing?" So I fed the veggies to the cat.
The cat barfed em up. I started cleanin the barf until I was like, "Wait a minute... what am I doing?" I left the barf and went and watched some TV.
I stepped in the barf later on and started getting ready to go take a shower and then I was like, "Wait a minute... what am I doing?" I went to Taco Bell instead.
I was getting ready to pay for my 5 dollar meal with my debit card until I was like, "Wait a minute... what am I doing?" I used mom and dad's credit card.
I went to the bathroom to dispose of said Taco Bell and started to close the door until I was like, "Wait a minute... what am I doing?" I left the door wide freakin open and sang at the top of my lungs while doing my business.
As if it isn't gross enough yet, I started putting clothes on in the morning and I was like, "Wait a minute..."



Ok, in all honesty, the only true part is the home by myself and the eating of green beans. I mean, come on... did you seriously believe any of this? There's NO WAY a cat would ever eat green beans... psssshhhhh.

Concerning byurejects.com

Sometimes I wonder if BYU football consists of a majority of nice guys who can't handle the emotions of a rivalry game.
For the last ten--no, eleven years now--BYU has gone 3-8 in this "Holy War." Granted, most of the losses were nail-biting disappointments, but there have been some colon blow-outs in there too. And then BYU's wins have come down to the last play every time. Why can't we just put those guys away?
Well, look at how nerves play a factor, particularly with last night. BYU was so out-of-sinc that Bronco is gonna go to church today and then preach hellfire and damnation tomorrow... if he's the kind of coach to do that... After about a million false starts and that QB/Center miscue that gave the Utes that TD--and consequently the game--one really has to wonder: Where has the discipline gone? For a team that has players who generally have two extra years of life experience under their belt, it seems like we have real problems in avoiding the flags and turnovers. This seems especially the case amidst a hostile crowd.
So, I could say something nasty here about hating the Utes and how I'd take football losses over overwhelming jack-mormonism and stuff, but I won't (except I just did). It's not entirely true, after all... not entirely.
And Kyle Van Noy is a professional. There's a guy who doesn't freak out after every one of his tackles in the backfield. You won't see any flags on him for unsportsmanlike conduct (knock on wood). Maybe he learned a thing or two from Jimmer.

I Had a Dream that Movies Could Be...

How come people put Anne Hatheway in good movies*? Ugggghhhh...

Also, I heard the phrase "YOLO" on the radio recently. I haven't heard any kids say it in real life yet... that goes to show just how removed and reclusive I've been for the last year or so. Anyways, how about YOLFESDSUN instead--a counter-culture, if you will.

YOU ONLY LIVE FOR ETERNITY SO DON'T SCREW UP NOW!

Some of you may be wondering why the blogging has become so scarce nowadays. I used to be so long-winded about the most trivial of things... but now, it's like I post every other month about sports or politics or other such dumb things. And now I'm beginning to wonder if I have already addressed this topic before... 

Well, just so you know, the reason for the waning of nonsensical electronic writings is not SOLELY because life has become more routine and therefore blasé. It's also because I'm simply growing up... finally! Not all the way, I assure you--but to the point where life isn't all about doing funny things for other people to giggle about while reading your blog. I could bore you on details about my job or about plans for the future or about an irregular dating life, but where's the fun in that? When my blog starts reading like an objective newspaper column, than it has fulfilled its purpose and will shortly thereafter be terminated from everyone's memory banks. Yup. I can do that. 

Ultimately I've been on a big Les Mis kick lately--not because of the new movie but because I am reading the book--and I just had to vent my frustrations on Hatheway mucking up what could be the best movie since Balto 3. 

"...So Different from this CRAP I'm Watching!"

*This is mainly referring to the new Les Miserables movie and The Dark Knight Rises. Not included in this generalization--Devil Wears Prada, Get Smart, Princess Diarreahs (1 or 2), Elle Enchanted.