No Such Thing as a Free Lunch

So, I checked Jaycey's Blog and found this, it took me a bit to decide, but then I thought, yeah, sure, I think I can do this, so here it is.

Here's how it works...The first three people to comment on this post will get something from me, possibly made by me. My choice--but just for you. This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:

1. I make no guarantees that you will like what I give!
2. What I create or give will be just for you.
3. It will be done this year (sometime, I don't know when)
4. You will have no clue what it is going to be.
5. I reserve the right to do something extremely strange.

The catch? Oh, the catch is that you must re-post this on your blog. The first 3 people to do so and leave a comment telling me you did, will win a marvelous homemade gift or handpicked gift by me! Let the games begin! Oh, and I have to be able to contact you with mailing information! I promise it will be something good! Good Luck to all!

Seems interesting, at least, something to make me think a bit if people join up for it,  my addition to the rule is that you really don't have to post this again to get something... I really don't like the posty againy things that make you propogate the thingy to benefit from it...

I think it may be a rant

You won't get the title... you would if you had seen the multi sentence title I had typed in before I finished the post.  Use your imagination.

Ever been so frustratingly bored that you find yourself checking the same static web page every five or so minutes hoping that the sheer magnitude of your boredom can will something new and exciting into existence?  I've been sitting in this state for the past few weeks.  At this point, what I've been up to (work, cub scouts, planning the perfect speech to chew out the bishopric this Sunday) isn't really important, because it's become boring.  Perhaps a definition of boring is in order, maybe in conjunction with how exactly I'm feeling at the moment, and have been for a while.

First, boring, what is it.  When something becomes uninteresting to the point that I can hardly make myself think about doing it let alone do it, when I've done something so many times that it's lost it's novelty.  My boring life has in the past few weeks simmered to the point that existing is like a continual wait at the DMV, a wait in which you've picked your number only to look up at the now serving sign and notice that while you have number three, they are now serving number four, and won't let you take another number even though you're the only person in sight.  It's knowing that you're sitting around and waiting for something that you're not quite sure you're excited about, but that's likely going to happen anyway, whether you're liable to notice it or not.

It's a round about way of saying it, but nothing is happening that hasn't happened before, and very generally something that happens consistenly daily or weekly.  The easy answer is to go out and find something new to do, or to meet somebody interesting or exciting, but the fact of the matter is that I'm really so disinterested in anything of the sort that I really can't be bothered, which is a shame really.  It's a frustratingly frustrating conundrum.

If only it was easier to shut down the brain, when I can't figure out anything for my mind to latch on to it likes to come up with things for itself, which is not a good thing.  Really, the worst part is that it seems to have made itself up which subject it would like to think about, one that I tend to make an active effort to not think about (which really destroys the point, the point being not thinking about it), and which is fairly depressing with no immediate or near future solution in sight, none that are plausible anyway.  Coincidentally experience shows that solving the problem my brain won't let me drop will also fix the boredom thing, ideally anyway.  

With luck (which I'm not surprisingly lacking in) this will all wash over, though after weeks of boredom it's hard to imagine that it will either just go away, or that a remedy will magically appear.  Personally I think I'll be crossing my fingers for door number two, as at this point it seems infinitely more likely to actually happen, though I won't be holding my breath for either.

Blogging in 2009

I've realized over the past year that writing up interesting little stories from my life for all the world (or a few friends) to look over isn't really my greatest strength, thus crossing another profession off of my list of things to make money doing.  Of course, there could be other reasons for this, such as not finding the right things to write about, or for that matter, being interested in almost anything enough to bother wanting to write about it.  With that of course, it's expected, I'm sure, as this is titled blogging in 2009, that I'm about to make an amazing resolution to blog more for your reading pleasure this year, that's where anybody reading this would be wrong.

After several botched attempts at making resolutions between the years 1986 and 2002 I realized that resolutions are a joke, and one easily forgotten between the months of January and February, so obviously they're not very funny jokes either.  That being said, this is a fairly dreary place, with very few articles, and fewer readers, though I do appreciate those who do check in from time to time.  With 2009 however, comes my continued mission here, to write when I feel like it, and try to make quality posts from time to time, punctuated by the odd game of blog tag.  

Also, before I forget, I'd recommend everyone forget about making resolutions, the new year isn't a good excuse to try and kick yourself in the butt.  My advice, if you know there's something you need to do, or which you'd like to improve about yourself, make the decision every day you're alive, so long as the goal is important to you.  New Year's Resolutions fade and die, with little meaning once the Martinelli's induced stupor fades off.  Having an every day personal goal though, that's something that can stick with you, because it's something you mean, it's real and personal, not just some annual exersice in your procrastination abilities.

Merry Christmas!

Lucky Number Four

Because lately it seems like I only post if somebody tags me to on their blog.

This one is Scott in my backyard, drinking a soda, with Jacob's Airsoft Shotgun.  I think that day we were taking pictures of a new costume that I'd put together.  I also think we only saved those to Scott and My phones, so tough luck finding them again.  Coincidentally, the picture comes out of the folder I'm storing all of Kim's Happy Birthday footage in.

Just Because I Can

I know I shouldn't, but here it is, a post for the sake of a post.

7 Things to do be before I die-

• Beat Super Mario Brothers
• Visit Japan
• Find meaningful motivation
• Find a line of work/study that I can actually enjoy
• Get Married
• Raise a Family
• Live

7 Things I Cannot Do

• Find a line of work/study that I can actually enjoy
• Get through the second level of Metal Slug without dying
• Sleep
• Manage to wake up early enough to go for breakfast on the weekend
• Remember to read/watch the things Scott is lending me
• Take down more of my posters
• Remember who has my copy of Cowboy Bebop

7 Things I say most often

• Fair enough
• What?
• Okay
• Why?
• Maybe
• Really?
• Crap

7 Books I love

• The Phantom of the Opera
• Night Watch
• Good Omens
• Crime and Punishment
• Wuthering Heights
• Alice's Adventures in Wonderland
• Through the Looking Glass and what Alice saw there

7 Movies I could watch over and over again

• Shaun of the Dead
• 5 Centimeters per Second
• Ghost in the Shell 2: Innocence
• Kung Fu Hustle
• Spaced (tv series)
• Dead Like Me (tv series)
• Some other movie

The Trench Coat...

I've found that a lot of times people mistake the trench coat as a Matrix thing when they see you wearing one, that or they think you're going to break out in shooting things with the gun you have hidden. Some people might want to go for this kind of image when they where one, but the reason I wear one goes a bit further back into my childhood than that.

Truth is, as soon as I realized that I could wear one, I was, which was before any of these silly things (Matrix, shootings) had really come around. My first was the classic tan trench coat (if I can find pictures I'll post them later), which I don't think are really in style anymore somehow, but which I still see every now and again during the winter. I would guess either late elementary or early Junior High as the time that I started wearing it, and why? What would make me think (and still think) that the trench coat is so great. It all goes back to one of my ultimate, and original heroes, one that had actually slipped my mind for a while, but may help explain a few things.

This right here, the picture to the left, this is probably the earliest I can remember ever having a hero from a movie, Dick Tracy, he was just plain awesome to me when the movie came out back in 1990. The toy Dick Tracy watch that doubled as a light (but which in the movie, and in my mind, doubled as a radio) was probably my first piece of gear, the coat didn't follow for quite a few years, but Dick Tracy is still the reason that I got it, yeah, he stuck with me that long.

Now, isn't that just so much cooler? Dick Tracy will probably always be the penultimate detective and police officer in my mind, a really good guy who knew what was right and what was wrong, but who was still human, he had his strengths and weaknesses, wasn't perfect, but did his best. I can honestly say he was a role model for me back then, and actually kind of helped to form who I am today, from what I wear and what I'm interested in, all the way to my personality and sense of justice.

Of course, not all credit goes here, without the myriad of other influences in my life this would have just been another movie to me. After all, if the seed hadn't already been planted in me, how would I ever have even taken note of this fictional detective? Anyway, in a round about way, that's the story of my trench coat, I graduated from the tan, to the a gray blue coat that I wore through high school and up until I served a mission, from my mission on I've worn the black coat that most of you probably recognize the best. It's just a part of my life now, and represents to me, something more than what it does to most people today. It's right and wrong, justice, it's being imperfect, but doing your best. Besides the fact that, well, it's just plain cool.