Apparently, I now come with baggage

I'm in my office with the door wide open and I can hear all the conversations going on around me, I catch one half way through:

Guy: Ya, they just don't know how the world works.
Girl: They don't understand that some people argue, I'm glad I grew up in a home where my parents weren't afraid to yell at each other, they didn't keep it all bottled inside.
Guy: My mom wasn't some spineless woman, when she wanted something she made sure my dad knew it. I don't know how they live in such an oppressive environment.
Girl: Where are you from?
Guy: California. You're from Colorado right?
Girl: Ya. (Long Pause) I think Elder Oaks said something about how he was glad that he heard his parents arguing.
Guy: But he's not from Utah?
Girl: I don't think so.
Guy: People from Utah just don't understand the way a home is supposed to work, parents argue, husbands and wives argue, its a fact of life, you need to grow and understand how to resolve problems.........."

I stopped listening.
There are a lot of points you can pick out of this conversation, the primary being,
my life, and those of my siblings, are forever messed up due to the happiness of our parents and the healthy environment they raised us in.

And just to clear things up, Elder Oaks is from Provo.

Heaven is a Simple Place

Just two men, putting aside differences that may have complicated the past, enjoying each others company, celebrating their lives.
Black and white, white and black.
Blow out the candles and let the past be the past.
Happy birthday.

Concert Review

Last night, Stir It Up, a classic by the late Bob Marley was defiled.
It was ritualistically laid upon an altar of shame and perverted before my eyes.
The scene was indescribable, inexpressible, and unbelievable.
Why? Answer me Ivy League, why?
You danced around in your little argyle sweat suits and attempted to sing the words of a much greater man and like the rest of your kind, you failed.
You took a classic and corrupted it.
You took something I hold close to my heart and forever tainted it.
Congratulations, you taint.




And I mean 'taint' in every sense of the word.

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How I spent my Christmas Break

Dream

No joke. I was debating against a velociraptor. He (or she?) wasn't even intelligent, just did all those screeching sounds we remember so fondly from Jurassic Park.

Requiem for a Honda

“Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.”

John 15:13

I’ve lost a dear and loyal friend. My friend of over six years, James, passed away November 27^th due to injuries sustained during a car accident.

James sacrificed himself, he ransomed his life for the lives of his friends and even while his own body was rent and torn apart by the impact, he saved the lives of those that he loved. His once powerful and robust form lay shattered on the roadside, his beautiful visage scarred by the collision, but his spirit persisted and in one final act of courage and compassion, James carried us all to safety.

I know James was just a car, and you may find this corny, offensive, and even blasphemous, but maybe I hoped that in humanizing him I could attempt to express my gratitude, maybe a little too lightheartedly, to who really saved our lives that night.

Seriously, I’ll miss James. He was the best car you could have ever asked for. He never failed me and I did my best to take good care of him. There was genuine grief felt by myself and a few of James’ closest friends over his demise and many other friends called to give their condolences, all referring to James by name. He touched a lot of lives, and when we remember that James was a car, that makes it pretty darn impressive. (I now wonder if my passing will be as low-spirited as James’)

My heart breaks when I think that I’ll never see James again. He’s a car, not a soul.

However, we can take comfort knowing that James passed away coming home from a concert and full of beautiful women. His two great loves.

James
1997 - 2007