What Shall I Eat Tonight?

So, I spent tonight in the temple by myself. Mull on the irony of that for a while!

And, for some reason Community puts on a Halloween episode in the middle of February, effectively combining my two least favorite "holidays" in one.
My top five holidays, since you asked, are:
Christmas
Thanksgiving
Easter
General Conference
Super Bowl

February Starts with F

It's February. But don't worry... I'm cancelling my birthday this year. Ya, it's not a good time to be 27, so I am gonna be 26 for another year.
You know, I'm actually supposed to be 28, but I was so naughty when I was younger that my parents took away my birthday... twice! The nephews and nieces don't believe me and say you can't do such a thing... but I'm warning you kids, those threats of getting spankings and takings away of birthdays are not as empty as you think!
That being said, just because I'm cancelling my birthday DOESN'T MEAN I DON'T WANT PRESENTS!! Or cake... or lasagna.
What presents do you say? How about a cat. A real cat. I'm ready to start my collection now. Also, a Schipperke dog. Also a Dodge Viper. Also a gizillion dollars. You know, I'm keeping it simple this year.
One of my New Years resolutions was to not mention the F word for the whole month of February. I've been thinking so much about the F word lately, but I'm not going to say such things on this blog, not in the month of February. I'm so tired of F words as it is. That's because I live in Atlanta where there are lots of F words. And then there's Valentine's Day where most everyone is thinking of F words. Plus getting older in the church makes everyone look at you and think: WTF? (Where's the F word?)

By F word, I mean the opposite of male. You knew that, right?

Rise Curtains on 2013

So... for my 300th post, I was going to do something brain-shattering!! Thus the long wait between posts.
Well, I have to say I'm sorry. I got nothing. The creative part of my brain is growing cobwebs right now.

So... this post is basically just to let you know I'm still here and I'm still doing this. Even after that Castle episode from this week, I am still blogging.

I want everyone to know that I welcomed in 2013 by watching episodes of Freakazoid (old 90's WB cartoon) with my nephews and saying to myself, "This is going to be the definition of 2013 for me."

This Girl is on FIRE!!!

What if I got rid of all my bookface friends except those that I really care about? I'd get down to like ten people... then I wouldn't have to scroll through all the career updaters and fluff, and I also wouldn't get all those SimCity Social and Chefville invites.
I've even thought of getting rid of Facebook altogether at times. These industries that pretty much make their money by the packaging and manipulation of information are often terribly leftist, and frankly I don't do anything but waste time with it and get increasingly bitter as everyone else and their dog gets engaged. But then I realized that facebook has now become an important medium for social events and organizations--important enough the local ward uses it for the written announcements of activites (cause I'm never paying enough attention for the oral ones on Sunday). And then friends sometimes post these things on your account which makes your day or your week or your summer or your life. And then you sometimes find those memes of Harry Potter or Toby McGuire Peter Parker which are worth many good minutes of laughter.

Some funny things I discovered through people sharing on Facebook:
Guy on a Buffalo
Staring Contest of Sasquatch vs. Brian Wilson
College Humor Batman meets the Riddler
Toddrick Hall (cool name) Beauty and the Beat
Rainbow Dash vs. Starscream

And the cats... oh the cats.

As for myself, my facebook only gets updates about sports and elections. I feel like that guy sitting across the table from his amazing girlfriend who calls him boring so he has to go to an Alicia Keys concert to feel better about himself.
No wait, I'm WAY more boring than that guy. I mean, Mormons are nothing but boring white people, right? Throw in professionalism and people start expecting consistency from you all the time, so life gets repetitive and mundane. This is who I am now.

NEXT TIME ON LIFE OF A REGULAR GUY

Will Todd opt for something other than frozen burritos for breakfast? Probably not... but find out next week... or rather, next time he has a large chunk of late Wednesday or Friday time when there's nothing good on TV.

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!