Dr Phil On Bum Fights

So some of you may or may not know what bum fights is. Basically, its some guy who goes around LA, searching for bums. He pays them to fight each other. He does other stupid things like pay them to eat disgusting things, or to rip a tooth out of their mouth for a $40. What he does is absolutely digusting, so what does Dr. Phil do.... he puts him on his show:



The thing that kills me about this whole thing, is that Dr. Phil pretends that he didn't know what footage was going to roll. He didn't know that this guy's videos would be so gross and offensive. One of his own producers put that film together. Tons of people saw this at Dr. Phil, and nobody said anything to stop it from being on the air. Dr. Phil likes to claim that this guy exploits people and that it is wrong from him to do what he does, well guess what... Dr. Phil just used his footage to do the same thing. Dr Phil got ratings, got advertising revenue, and got a salary for doing it.

It infuriates me even more that his audience doesn't see what I see. How can they sit there and just take that. Can't any of them think for themself? Seriously Dr Phil. WTF?

Its a Mad World

My wife sent me this video last week. I love it. She says that it was in her head because it was recently in a Lost episode, but I don't think thats the case. I think it was in her head because it was in the Call to Arms video game commmerical during Lost, but I have been, and may be wrong again.

The video is great. I love watching it. Watching all the kids make cool pictures with their bodies. Its a really cool idea. But what caught my eye even more, was the fact that the song is a cover. Add this to my increasingly long list of song that I like the cover more than the original. Maybe I'm not as much of a purist that I thought. Chelsea would kill me for saying this, but I like the Tatu version of "How Soon is Now?" more than I like the Smiths version.

Also. For those of you still reading. The video above is a vSocial video, and I edited the layout, etc, by using out new MyBrand feature. Our side is doing a promotion for the month of Decemeber. For every video you upload and configure (super easy to do), you get entered into a drawing to win a digital video camera. Our work bought a ton of them, and we each get one to help to contribute to the content of the site. I love mine. Takes great digital pictures too. 8.0 MegaPixels. My only complaint is that you have to remove the battery to charge it, and the flash doesn't work that well. But other than that, it works great. It even has an mp3 player built in. I've never put music on it, but I might now that I think about it.

Cheers,

T

Kramergate

For those of you living in a closet, Michael Richards went off last week. He spouted off a bunch of racial words (mostly the 'N' word) to some black guys that were being load or something at the Laugh Factory in LA when he was doing a show. They started in on each other, and he started yelling a bunch of crap to them. I have no idea what he was talking about the fork up their @$$, but whatever... anyways, someone made this and we featured it on our site:

It's pretty funny, when you throw it all together. I'm still trying to wrap my head around what to think about the whole thing. Gloria Alred, this "Civil Rights" Attorney in LA is representing one of the "victims" in this whole thing. They haven't said whether or not they are going to sue or not, but if you ask me... if her choices are to have Michael Richards apologize or do some other kind of gesture to say he is sorry, or take it to court and try to make millions of dollars for nothing... I think the lawyer is going to op for the 2nd option.

What I don't understand is how making someone fork over a bunch of cash makes everything ok. Who decided that that penalty is justified and correct, for every mistake anyone ever made. Why don't they do strange things, like they did in the fake Seinfeld pilot. Make Michael Richards be those guys butler for week. That sounds like a sweet punishment. Totally degrading to Richards. His career is really going nowhere, so thats already punishment.

I don't really understand what basis they have to sue on. People make fun of people in the audience all the time, especially hecklers. Comediens shoot back at them all the time. He's guy on stage telling jokes, i don't think anyone there really thought he was threatening to shove a fork up anyone's caboose. But I'm neither black, nor was I there, so I guess my opinion doesn't really matter.

Anyways, I got a chuckle out of those, so maybe you will too...

Old man better than Cold Play

I stumbled across this and couldn't help but fall in love with it. I am amazed at how much I like this version, better than the Cold Play version and I'm a Cold Play fan.

I think it might be that this song has more impact coming from an sick old man, rather than a rich, British, middle-aged, good looking man. It drives the audience to tears. You can feel how powerful it is.

I think this goes on my list of cover songs I like more than the originals.

You never know...

So last week, after Mary and I were married, we drove her new car to San Diego and boarded the ms Ooesterdam: a Holland America Cruise ship, and cruised our way down to Mexico. Besides the cruise being absolutely amazing, the were great food and entertainment on the ship... So we would stuff our faces, then sit down to watch a show... a great way to get in shape.

The first night was a comedian who we missed, not realizing that dinner was a 3 hour production... serisouly, 3 hours. It was really good though. Anyways, the 2nd night was a dance production, that was pretty lame, but Mary seemed to be having a good time, and what else were we gonna do... I won't answer that but I know what you are thinking, and you should see someone about that dirty mind. The music wasn't all that bad, a bunch of rock and roll songs from the 60s and 70s so I couldn't completely complain. Anyways, the 3rd night was an Elton John impersonator. Mary and I thought the same thing going in, give it a try, and when it sucks so bad we can't stand it, we'll go do the sing along in the piano bar. Boy were we wrong.

The entertainer was named Joel Mason, and he came out dressed like this. I couldn't believe it. The best part, that you can't really catch from the video was his giant shoes. GIANT. they were at least 8-12 inches tall. And he was playing the piano with them. and playing it well. He prefaced each songs by saying it was his absolute favorite song ever. Which was super funny. And his renditions were right on. He looked like Elton, right down to the glasses, which were actual Elton John glasses that he bought from an auction. He even left the stage to come back as Elton in the Black/White suite with one side white, one side black. He looked a ton like him and the show was super fun.

Later in the trip they did an American Idol type thing on the boat and Julie Barr, the comedian, and Joel Mason were 2 of the judges, along with Michelle the cruise director who liked her job entirely too much.

Anyways, we were both pleasently surprised. Neither of us could believe that his show was super funny, and extremely entertaining. A few gay jokes always spice up the comedy. So if you are ever asked if you want to see Joel Mason, Elton John impersonator... run, don't walk to his show, you won't regret it.

Mistaken for a gentleman

It looks like my secret is out!

My New Blog

So I started a new blog today. I never thought I was going to be one of those guys with like 20 blogs, one for tech stuff, one for family, one for fun, etc, etc... but apparently blogging is addicting. I love it.

Anyways, for anyone who cares, you can check out my other blog at 111606.blogspot.com. I know, how will you ever remember that number? well, its not so its easy for you to remember, its so its easy for me. That's our anniversary. Hopefully it will help me rememeber it. Anyways, theres only 1 post up for now, but hopefully, it will grow. I'm hoping to write in it about once a month. I almost typed week. No ways, just once a month will do.

Post Secret Part 2

So for our anniversary, I got Mary the 2nd PostSecret book. I bought her the first one for her birthday this week and shipped it to her in Virginia. She loved it. The 2nd one just came out, and I've got to tell you... I feel a little like this one, which was posted this week on postsecret

When I read the first one, I sat in Borders in Chandler mall and listened to the Gnarles Barkley Album. It was great. The new one seemed a little short. I don't know why, but it was just a little strange. Anyways, just thought I'd let people know how I felt about it.

Security Clearance

I have security clearance!

So this week we toured the Global Crossing Facility on 16th Street and Grant. We currently use another provider for colocation, and we aren't really that please with them, so we decided to check out other vendors.

For those of you who aren't in the computer business, its not really cost effective to pay the huge up front cost to get a large amount of bandwidth to your facility to host your website, rather, you pay a company and the least you a cage or a rack, or some space to hook your machines up to in their facility and you just pay for the part of their gigantic pipe they have running into their facility.

Anyways, we leared though, that because my boss is Canadian, he didn't have the level of clearance needed to tour the entire facility. Which I thought was pretty funny. Because all in all, I think I have more negative feelings for our current government that he does. Not that either of us are planning any kind of blood coo or anything like that, its just funny to me to know that the fact that my mother gave birth to me on America soil, that I am less of a security threat than anyone who's mother didn't.

So what did all that clearance get me? Nothing. There is only a small section of their facility we couldn't go to. Well, technically, I could go to, my boss couldn't, so I didn't either. I think there were some kind of Visa or Mastercard machines or something like that, which apparently are now protected by National Security. Its nice to know our equipment will be secure should we decide to go with them as our provider.

My digital rant

So its been almost 2 months since my last post and i figured i might as well throw up something before i'm gone for my honeymoon. I can't believe I'm actually getting married, and even more who i'm getting married to. But I've rambled about that for long enough.

So since i work for a video site, the decided that we should be coming up with our own content. So work bought us these little hand held video cameras from best buy. they are great. they take great quality digital pictures too.

So for work we are required to record and post at least 30 seconds of video per week. I don't think this will pose a problem. I can't wait to just record Jake telling some of his best stories... "companion.. i crap my pants" come on, how can that not be funny?

So my first go was on the way home. the video looks horrible and grainy, but thats because i was trying out the nightvision and it's not very good. Anyways, here's my rant.

Its totally true, and rediculous. Every time i hear one of those commercials i am completely turned off to the product. on of them is an add for those rosetta stone foreign language tapes, which sounds interesting. I've always wanted to learn a foreign language. Lets face it, understanding or speaking spanish would help a ton living in Arizona. Anyways, because of the annoying repeat, i refuse to buy their product. maybe they are willing to lose the business of fastidious freaks like me, in trade for the morons who can now remember that phone number because it is engrained into their brains.

I found the Pam to my Jim

So I am a pretty big fan of the Office, and I love the dynamic between Pam and Jim, and I was thinking about it... and I absolutely love the fact that Mary is my Pam. We have all the elements, an impending decision that would have most likely taken her out of my life for quite a while... a girl I have an awesome relationship with, but things just couldn't work out. And now they are. I am more than excited.

For those of you who don't watch the office... you should. watch this, and tell me it doesn't give you goose bumps:

In 57 days I get to marry one one of my best friends. I am more than excited, I am elated. I can't stop smiling and I can't stop thinking about her. I think the best part about it, is that she feels the same way. We send cheesey texts to each other all the time, and hers are just as bad as mine. I always thought that I would be with someone who wouldn't appreciate my cheezyness, or would sort of grow to resent it, but Mary gives as good as she receives.

So now in just under 2 months, I get to marry Mary. Seriously? I still can't believe it sometimes. When I think about us in the future, I never really pictured us married. Which sort of bugged our friends Jake and Meredith. They thought they would have to adjust to another set of people; my wife and her husband, and would hope that they just fit in with our group of friends. So now we just fit. Its amazing how compatable we are.


So for those of you who were super scared and would never tell that girl that you liked her, just do it, because who knows, maybe 3 years down the line she'll open her eyes and become the love of your life.

Would You Lie With Me?

So I blogged a few weeks ago about this girl and I... and I think about 3 friends read the post. And the 2 who were right there, totally guessed who it was... I denied it at the time, but they were totally right. I guess you can't always fool everyone, I mean come on, how many other girls do I hang out with.

Anyways, so this weekend we spend some time camping, and while i definately had the thought in my mind that something might happen, I was pretty sure that nothing would. After a long day on Sunday we sat down to watch Walk the Line because Mary had never seen it. There was this big air matress in the middle of the living room. I went and got my huge camping blanket and put it down for her to lay under because I could tell she was cold, and I asked if I could lay with her...

Here is a excerp from my journal entry about the following events:

"so a little bit thru the movie, mary and/or i sort of adjusted and i my hand was really close to her leg. neither of us pulled away, so i felt like that was a good sign... a few minutes later, i had to get up to go to the bathroom, but when i came back, we ended up in the same position, which i felt was a good sign again. so i started sort of rubbing my finger on her knee/leg a bit. a few minutes later, she reached down and grabbed my hand. it was awesome. i totally loved it. i can't even tell you about the rest of the movie, because i was totally spaced out on that. i wasn't feeling well, so i had to get up a few times to use the restroom, and so did she, but each time, we could come right back to that. she would hold my hand, or grab my arm, or whatever, and it was awesome."

Nothing much more happened, and we didn't really talk or anything about it. We sort of started chatting over email on Monday night when I got back after she read my blog post that was so obviously about her.

We talked a little and send a few emails, I kind of explained where I was coming from, and pretty much just expected that same 'ol response... but as I read her email I noticed there was a sentence in bold, it was super difficult not skip ahead... i didn't really read the paragraph before, i just jumped right to it, and there, in big beautiful bold letters was this:

"So I guess what I'm saying is that I'm in, I'm totally in."

Our original idea was to just keep it on the downlow, mostly to play a sweet surprise on our friends one at a time, but Mary is horrible at keeping secrets. I guess she is so excited about the whole thing that she went and told 1/2 the world, so I guess this blog will tell the other 1/2... the 2 or 3 of you that are left.

The surprise didn't last long. I guess my roommate saw us cuddling on the couch or something on Wednesday night, and told his brother. I don't think the Brian has told anyone, but rather than waiting for our camping trip next weekend, we decided to tell Jake and Meredith tonight. They kind of wouldn't believe us. I didn't just want to plant one on her to prove it, so I don't really know if they fully believe or not.

So I guess the cats out. Bryce and Tiffany don't know yet. Niether does our friend AK, or Joey and Tiffany, or Heather and we'd kinda like to tell them in person, rather than let them hear it thru the grape vine. So we'd appreciate a little lid on it, at least for now.

So if you want the truth, I'm super happy. I get super giddy whenever I get a text from her. I get super sad when I figure out that I won't get to see her for another 18 hours. The strange thing about it, is that she is just still Mary in my head. She's just Mary, the girl that I hang out with. My best friend married her roommate. Its hard to get that version of her out of my mind.

So you know when you were a kid, and totally had the hugest crush? Like maybe Doogie Howser M.D., or A.C. Slater, or for the fellas; Kelly Kapowski, or Blossom? (ok I totally cracked myself up on that one... nobody liked Blossom did they?), or Tiffany (I think the "I think we're alone", red-head had much more teenage appeal than awkward Blossom). I feel like thats who I'm dating. And its completely surreal.

I say dating, but in truth, tonight was our first date. Pretty sad. I guess we went to the Diamondbacks game yesterday, but I don't know if it counts as a date because the whole time we were pretending that we were just friends, and secretly holding hands or giving each other looks the whole night... either Bryce and Tiffany are completely clueless, or they know, and are just not saying anything, I can't wait for tomorrow to figure out if they really knew.

So, because we have known each other for almost 4 years now, I feel like I have been dating her for 4 years. I know a lot about her, but I still learn more and more every day, and I love every minute of it. I love just thinking of the fact that the next time I see her, I get a free hug from her, and she will mean it.

So, sorry to decive you. Sorry to Marie too. I totally lied about who I had my date with tonight.

About the mission thing... o ya, that pesky 18 month 2,000+ miles away... no big deal right? That's what everyone asks about. Neither of us really know where thats going to go or how its going to play out. Truth is, we've been dating for 4 or 5 days, so to make major life changes is a little pre-mature. All I can say is that a lot can happen in a month.

Also, I think the best thing about all of this, is that we are both super cheesy. That may sound totally retarted to most of you, but I could seriously care less. I am a hopeless romantic, and I have no idea where i got that. Definately not my dad or any other male role model growing up. Maybe I'll have to track that down... anyways. She loves it, and in fact, she ends up stealing my cheesy lines from me and says them before I get a chance to say them to her. It great. Its nice to be with someone who actually appreciates it.

I guess this is becoming long, but its a lot of info, but here is the last of it. Also from my journal entry/message to my sister:

"Have you ever seen the movie Swingers, with Vince Vaughn and Jon Favreau? Its super funny, but the movie is about Jon's character who was dating this girl for 7 years, then she dumpped him, and his friends are trying to get him to get back out there. He has a hard time. he goes out on dates, but the whole time he wants to call her. he ever borrows the phone to call his message machine to see if she called. Anyways, he is having this conversation with his friend about it. He wants to call her so bad, but his friend won't let him. He says, that he has to wait for her to call him. So get gets all excited at the thought of her calling him. But then his friend says that she won't call until he is over her... then she will call. And he is right. He meets Heather Graham at a bar and gets her number, and while he is on the phone with her, the ex calls and wants to "talk" he totally blows off the ex to talk to heather graham. Thats kind of how I feel right now. I don't care who calls, or what they want, I want to talk to Mary instead."

Who will my kids play with?

So a friend of mine and I were talking last night... and both of us sort of realized an interesting problem in our lives. We are both the youngest, and we have nieces and nephews, and 2 of her brothers and 1 sister are probably completely done having kids. I think my brother is too, I don't know about my sister, but she lives in Idaho...


So who are my kids supposed to play with? Their nieces and nephews are going to be so much older than them. My brothers youngest is almost 2... and he has one due next month. So even if I get on the horse, get married in, lets say 6 months, and get pregnant right away, at the soonest, my first kid would come in more than a year.

I guess my kids could play with my friend kids. Most of my friends are just starting to have kids or are waiting for a while. Growing up, we always had this Aunt Billie, and I remember playing with her kids, and even though she was my mom's roommate in college and not really my aunt, we still called her Aunt Billie. So maybe my kids will have an Uncle Bryce, and Uncle Burns, and Aunt Merc. I like the sound of that already.

looking back at my previous postings, i sort of noticed that most of my blogs begin with so... looking through my journal i seem a similar pattern, so i decided to stop it , at least for this blog, then we'll see how i do later.

today i was at the bank depositing my cheque... and i noticed that the envelopes still taste like crap. I mean come on, we have modern technology. We can put a man on the moon, but we can't make envelopes taste good? couldn't 3M and Wonka hook up and make a Sprees flavored envelope? or maybe even Hostess and Mead and make a Twinky flavored one. We could even get creative and make one that tastes like dog ass so my dog would lick my envelopes closed for me... but God help me if i'm ever without a dog and have to lick it closed myself.

So come on paper companies, get with the picture, err flavor as it were.

So i found this the other day, and decided to upload it to my vSocial account. The funny thing about this, is that the original song; hey ya, is a good song, and i have to admit that i liked the video, and the song was pretty good.

but once i heard this i fell in love. This version is so much better that the original in my opinion. Is that wrong? that the acoustic/emo version of the same song that i already like? its not the first time either. i totally fell in love with mark kozelek before i even realized that his cd "whats next to the moon" was entirely AC/DC covers. Now i don't pretend to be an AC/DC song. Sure, rock & roll really ain't noise pollution, and of course, without them Lewis Black would have to come up with a new catch name and intro song for his segments on the Daily Show. But I don't believe that when i'm in the shower i whistle the tune to "Giving the Dog a Bone" or lay in bed at night pining for a woman to "shake me all night long" (ok... the later may have happened before, but it's mearly coincidence).

Is it wrong that I totally love these versions more than the original song? sure, anyone can cover the song, but i think its something further than that. not only did he cover the song, he changed it. I mean come on... All Along the Watchtower didn't really sound the way we know it sound when Bob Dylan originally recorded it, and I don't really fault Jimmy for redoing it, but... it just seems a little fake to love a remake, more than the original.

I have always been an original fan... Original Oceans 11 was way better than the hollywood ending crap the Clooney, Pitt, Damon, Mac, Roberts and about 1,000 stars pushed together... and the sequal??? give me a break. Everyone knows that Godfather 2 is the only sequal to ever be better than the original... the exception that proves the rule. at least in movies.but i digress....

So i don't know.... "I'm Torn", "Am I wrong?"

ok, so i was friends with this girl for quite a while. we have been pretty tight for quite some time. a few years ago, we sort of had a DTR. One day, after a long weekend staring at fire, which to me, is the equivalent of deep meditation. Anyways, I talked to her about my feelings, and basically, i got the standard line i've heard a million times before: she was flattered, but decided that she was not interested in me like that. funny thing is, we actually became better friends because of that. we were super tight after that and i loved spending time with her. it sort of just pulled the pressure off the relationship

So i have been in and out of some relationships, and now we are sort of friends again, well, we have been talking a lot more now than we did while i was dating people. anyways, she was talking to a good friend of hers who also knows me. this friend was asking why we never dated. she didn't really have a response besides what she had told me before. anyways, this friend's advise to her was that she just needed to kiss me to figure it out. so she told me about it the other day, and sort of put it out there, to see how i felt about it.

i don't really know how i feel about it. on one hand, i was once interested in her, and i think i still am, but what good will come of it? I pride myself on the fact every girl i have kissed has sincerely meant something. So, on the premise, that we are only doing it to test if our relationship will work, doesn't that make it fairly meaningless. But since i do care about here... does that make it meaningful?

shouldn't the people i'm putting my lips on really want me to put my lips on them? she's a really cool girl, but what if my superior lip locking abilities do woo her over... is that the story i would want to tell our kids... that we only hooked up, because I'm one hell of a kisser? and should she go the other way, do i really want to know with definitive evidence that my kiss sent her runnning for the hills?

or, is this just her cheap way to get play? i know almost every other guy on the planet would jump at the chance, but i don't really care for most of the guys i meet, so i'm quite proud not to be lumped in the same catagory as most of them.

so should i stay in the friend zone, or take my chances?

we'll see.

So, about 4 years ago, my friend Nick and I were sitting around. Nick was getting ready for his mission and we were playing video games. Probably something having to do with stealing a car/motorcycle, and killing as many innocent pedestrians as possible before the fuel in your flame thrower runs out. That or just a dumb football game. While we were sitting there, were started talking about his mission, and how difficult it would be to go without video games for 2 years. 2 years is a long time. I thought about offering to give them up as well, as sort of a brotherhood thing... instead i offered my hair. At the time i shaved my head. usually with a razor. i liked it bald, but i didn't really have the head for it. anyways. i vowed to let my hair grow until he came back. i don't really think anyone thought that i was really serious, but i did it.

2 years went by and 18 inches of gorgeous locks later, he was home. We had this big party where different people cut it. My dad cut a lock, Bryce, Nick, my girlfriend Deena, and my sister finished off the rest. She sent it in to locks-of-love, and hopefully, some young girl never has to know that her beautiful curls (they were quite beautiful) really did come from a guy.

Anyways, to my point.... yesterday I met my friend Mary's mom. I thought it was for the first time, but apparently she met me before. when I was sporting gorgeous curls down to the middle of my back. back then i didn't really care what people thought of them. i thought they were beautiful and i was doing it for a friend. what great love? So she didnt' recognize me. she came up to me and asked me what happened to my long hair. I don't really even think about it. Its been gone for over a year and a half, and its still funny to me. it happens about twice a month. Random people who i haven't seen in a while, come up and ask me about my hair. they usually comment on how good i look now with shorter hair.

which begs the question.... was i the only one who loved my gorgeous locks? that and the unfortunate recipient of my locks of love?

So a couple weeks ago, my aunt called and asked my dad if the 2 of us could come and give her sister a blessing. I've never met the woman, but I enjoy using the blessings i have been given, so i gladly went.

Afterwards, my dad and i were walking to the car talking about the gospel. My dad was talking about how he read that in heaven, Joseph Smith and the other prophets and apostles from the starting era of the church were trained to do the things they did. My dad contemplated that Joseph probably spent years training to do all the things he did. Then, my dad mentioned that he probably only spent about 20 minutes in training. He had never done any good. He never started a religion, or received revelation from the Lord or from and angel.

I thought about it a lot, and a scene from the new movie Lady in the Water came to mind, for those of you who haven't seen it, there may be spoilers in here... I mentioned that the character the M. Night plays is an author, and he rights a book, and although he has no direct effect on anyone, a man that will read his book will come up with some great ideas, and use those ideas to become a world leader, and change part of society so that human kind isn't so violent.

I told my dad, that he had done a lot of great things. I told him i was greatful for everything he has taught me. I've learned the value of work from him. I've learned how to work. How to do things for myself. How to work on my car. I've also learned about devotion. While he and my mom never really got along, he stuck it out for me. Maybe some day i can pass those values on to my kids. And if it makes 1 day of my kids lives easier because of it, then I say he succeeded. I say even, if he only went to 20 minutes of celestial training, or that he never saw an angel, he has done his part. He is a convert. Because of him, my grandma and my uncle and their whole families joined the church. My brother and sister and one of my cousins served missions, and brought the benefits of the gospel to probably thousands of people.

So now the question is.... what am I going to do to make my training worth every second?

so tuesday night, i was helping my dad and my brother load up our hot rod onto a trailer. this guy in phoenix is going to finish it. i'm super excited about it, the car has a lot of sentimental value to me. my dad started building it before i was born, and he ran out of time and money to finish it, so it has just been sitting in our garage surrounded by boxes and models and fabric and 1/2 finished projects and dust, inches and inches of dust.
anyways, i was trying to put on of the ramps on and ... (disclaimer, not for the squeemish) i dropped the ramp on my foot. i didn't really notice anything had happened except that it landed on my foot and hurt a little bit. i looked down and i noticed it looked a little strange. my big toe nail was no longer attached to my toe and was just sitting there. it was hanging on by a thread... so i reached down and ripped it the rest of the way off. my brother said that i better go clean it up. so i went inside. as i walked, every step, blood would shoot out a couple inches in front of my flip flop. so i grabbed a towel and wrapped my foot in it so i wouldn't get blood all over my mom's carpet and tile.
i got to the bathroom, and ran some water over it. it looked pretty bad. a few minutes went by and my brother came in. i stood up to get some gauze and stuff and i almost passed out. my brother said i was super white, which is extremely uncharacteristic of me, because i am always red. anyways, i sat down and he brought me some water and a banana. i felt much better. for a split second i felt like i should go to the hospital, because it was bleeding pretty bad, but instead i just wrapped it up in some gauze and went back out to help with the hot rod. we got it all loaded and i went to dinner with some friends for a few hours. when we came back, they all wanted to see it, so i went to the bathroom and took the bandage off, immediately blood was everywhere. i guess my blood didn't coagulate as fast as i had hoped.
so my mom called this nurse guy that lives down the street, but he wasn't home, so instead she called this chiropracter that used to be in the homeward. he is the holistic medicine guy and is super strange, and sure enough, he got all strange and started talking about how bad antibiotics were for you and stuff, what a spaz. he was talking about them making fake bricks in my blood cells and stuff, he's insane, but whatever, he said he didn't think i needed stiches.
so yesterday, i stayed home from work, to keep off of it, and to keep it propped up on his recommendation. anyways it doesn't hurt much, but it still bled when i put it down below my heart. when it was propped up, nothing much happened, but come on, how am i supposed to function like that. anyways, i went to sleep last night, thinking that it would stop bleeding some time in the night, but nope, the damn thing is still making my bandages red and its annoying as hell. i guess if it doesn't stop bleeding i'll go to a real doctor. i guess thats the responsible thing to do.
i guess no more DDR for me for a while!

So, i have been thinking lately, and there are a lot of parallels between my old relationship, and my most recent one. Except the rolls were slightly reversed. Rather than me being the one who was broken up with, i was the breaker.

She definately loved me the way that I feel like I loved my last one, and I know that I loved her, just not as much as she did me. She definately helped me in every way, and I think she had a picture that I really wanted to go on a mission and that I was going to leave in March or something, and that we would stay together until I left. Obviously March has come and gone and I'm not on a mission. I don't really feel going, so I didn't. Anyways.

I think our breakups were really similar. We both tried to say that we should remain friends, that is, the breaker, wants to remain friends, but I get the feeling that it was difficult for her to be friend, just like it is difficult for me now. My problem is this... now that I know how difficult it was for her, or rather, how difficult it may have been, i don't really know, maybe she got over me in a few days, who knows. anyways, how do I appologize with out bringing up the same feelings that come up when my ex calls me? "Is she calling to appologize, is she calling to say that she was wrong?" Its a hidious paradox. I guess is will all work out in the end. or so they say.

So I spent the bulk of last Saturday at the goings on of my friend Jake's wedding. It was great. I really like his wife, and I think she is a really good match for him. One thing I noticed though, at the bachelor party, and standing around at the wedding, is that i'm the last one. out of all my friends, i'm the only one not married. Not that i had any grand ideas that i would be the first, but to be the last kind of sucks. who am i supposed to hang out with now? I have a lot of single friends, but they are all girls. and i don't really know how to hang out with them, without it looking like i'm interested in them.

so since the breakup, i've been listening to a lot of sad pappy music (hi fidelity reference, dang, thats another break up/ love story movie i gotta watch, i have been stuck on Playing By Heart and Garden State, but i digress). So i made a friend of mine copy this cd for me, and i have been mostly listening to the Damien Rice song Cannonball, and the Bright Eyes song Lua, and the Mark Kozelek cover of If you Want Blood by AC/DC. Anyways, I've been in a few relationships in my day, but i have ended all the adult ones, and this is the first one that got ripped away from me. I have always liked this kind of music, but now it sort of has more meaning. i've always felt an emotional connection to it, but i think now, i have a relation to it.


so tonight i have my first date since the breakup. i wasn't really excited about it or anything, but i am starting to be. at first, when i realized that I had to date again, i got pretty upset. the date wasn't really my idea, but thats ok. i'm sure we will have fun. after the breakup, i sort of said that I needed to be through with that before starting something else. My big indicator, would be that when I hear from her, or see her, that my immediate reaction or thought isn't that she's calling/texting/IMing me to tell me she was wrong or it was all a horrible mistake, which i definately did yesterday, but she messaged me today, and the thought didn't cross my mind. i don't really know if i am official over it, but here we go anyways. I guess dating is back, and its sort of back with a vengance, because I have 3 dates this week. I almost had 4, but there is a party i have to go to on friday. might as well jump all the way in at first right?

hopefully my sad pappy music doesn't drive them away, or make them think that i am crazy and will never get out of this wierd funk i am in...

So I decided that since i now have this affinity for sticking my fruit stickers to pretty much everything i can think of, that i could chronicle my sticker board in my office by posting about it. hence the FruitStickers blog.

Funny thing is, the whole fruit stickers thing is not really new to me. there was this girl in Jr High who was a friend of mine, who used to wear her fruit stickers throughout the day. she played softball and her nickname was fruity. Now, i don't want to be lumped together with her, but I think she was the first person i've ever know to do anything with fruitstickers besides through them away, or eat them unknowingly.

So this is also my first attempt at a blog. I have a myspace and all that, but i don;t really use it all that much. its for work, so i can do my little movie embeds and make "how to's" and stuff like that. but i do occasionally use it for its intended purpose.

Anyways. A while back i started eating at least an apple a day. rather than throwing away the sticker, I started sticking them to my monitor at work. pretty soon they covered the outside. I have since left that job, and started a new one. at my new job, in my new office, is a piece of sheet metal on the wall with some magnets on it. I guess its for hanging documents, but to me, it was a blank canvas. no there are probably 3 or 4 dozen stickers on it, and i put a few more every day. i'm not a collector or anything. i just like to keep stupid random things. I also notice them wherever i go. someone stick some to the elevator floor buttons a few weeks back. too bad i didn't have my camera, or i could show ya'll. sorry.

anyways. looks like this is my first post. thats all 4 now

So I bought the new Pearl Jam album about 2 weeks ago, and it hasn't left my CD player. I have honestly listened to this album more than I think I listened to Riot Act, and No Code combined (Yield and Binaural were great so I listened to them quite a bit too). Anyways, for anyone who hasn't listened to it, lemme know, I'll send u the tracks. Or just buy your own and support the record company....err the band I mean.

So the album is self titled... does that mean that its going to be their last album? I mean, who makes a self titled album as their 8th album? do u think they were just out of names? Also, at the end of the liner notes it says "Goodbye" I hope not.

Later!

So I was thinking about this the other day, and I realized that back when we were in scouts, there was this kid who came and always wore those little short shorts that scouts wear. it was our choice, you could wear the shorts with the knee socks, or the pants. most chose the pants, but this 1 kid chose the shorts. It didn't help that he had the biggest, whitest thighs we had ever seen, but after a while, he eventually developed the nickname, "Thighmaster". Sad thing is... I still see this kid at church or at activities, and the first thing to enter my mind about him, is that he was thighmaster in scouts 12 years ago. Should I appologize now? is it water under the bridge? Do you think people remember mean little nicknames like this?
I would think that people would tend to forget, as a friend of mine that used to be in the ward also called him those names, but he was friendly with him, at least a little. He pretty much ignores me. but then again, he pretty much ignores everyone in the ward. I don't want to say who he is, i've already called him enough names.
anyways, i was just thinkng out loud.