Are you guys having a killer time?

Random musings from a random day:

I'm not exactly sure how to read this, but in perhaps my favorite Optimist typo of the year, I discovered that Jesus was either consulted about ACU's head football coaching vacancy or was actually considered for the position.

“We wanted to seek someone who had a clear understanding of what an ACU education and what an ACU student athlete experience should be like,” Mosley said. “It was very obvious to Dr. McCaleb and me and the rest of the search committee that got to visit with Christ that he brings a great love and passion for the university and what we stand for.”

Well, I guess if anyone knows what this university stands for, it's Jesus. All I can say is I hope he takes the job. Surely he could breathe some life into that offense. Although I don't know how well it would go over with rival coaches when Jesus begins changing the other team's water to wine and healing seriously injured players on the sidelines. His halftime speeches would be something to behold I'm sure.

I'm not sure what to think of this either, but earlier I began to seriously doubt my ability to stay informed and connected to society when I had to find out that my hometown preacher would be retiring at the end of February from my girlfriend Elizabeth, who is in Oxford, England. Maybe it is just a testament to the ability of news to travel through today's technology. Or maybe it's further proof of where I stand in the Shiloh/Tyler grapevine when someone six time zones away hears news before someone less than five hours away.

I was preparing to leave the Optimist office tonight, and I was feeling pretty good about our status. I actually had a front page designed and mostly prepared. We knew what we were going to do for most of our wild art pictures. I knew the status of all but one story we were planning to run. We were still waiting for features pictures to come in, but I've grown accustomed to that. Yes indeed, I left the office thinking that I had never left on a Monday or Wednesday night (on time at 11:30 mind you) in better shape. Then I realized I had locked my only set of keys in my office.

I'm quite certain I had more to write about, but I'm concerned that I just became very confused by the shadow of my desk lamp on the wall. I'm going to take that as a sign. Here's to one random day.

I caught you a delicious bass

Look what happens when I actually put my blog address out there for people to see. Days go by without any new postings. I guess all the celebrity got to me. I saw my "profile views" quadruple from four to an amazing 16 during one weekend, and I guess I thought I could get lazy.

Who knew that if you didn't consistently do any physical activity for five and a half years that working out would be so hard. I've been to Powell Fitness Center to work out twice now, and I've done the arms once and the legs once. Tonight was legs for the first time, and I actually can't stand up without significant help from my arms. I think it might be better not even to go to sleep tonight because getting up to turn off my alarm in the morning after lying motionless for several hours will be nigh impossible. I guess I'll just build in a little extra time (say an hour) to become fully extended in the morning. And yes, I did actually use the word nigh earlier in a sentence.

This was a short post today, but my bed is wispering sweet nothings in my ear to heed its call. The weekend is here, and that seem to be the time I have the most opportunity to post. So look back soon if I haven't scared or bored you away by now.

Girls only want boyfriends who have great skills

It was brought to my attention that my mind apparently works something like the great Jerry Seinfeld—at least my feelings about Extra Strength Tylenol (see blog post from Jan. 15). Although I know not what Miss Knox was referring to yesterday, apparently Mr. Seinfeld had the idea first. I'll swallow my pride and pledge 2 percent of all that I earn from that blog post as royalties to Mr. Seinfeld.

And in what could be the picture of the year, here is Dance Party 2005 at the apartment during Justin's birthday. After Justin began an impromptu screening of his Phish DVD, I made my way out of my room to find this going on:



Before ACU officials become concerned with what you see here, you should notice that this is about as ACU appropriate as a dance party can get. Note the 3-4 feet of space between all bodies in the room, and if you'll look closely you will notice that the majority of the movement is from the waist up. Nothing scandalous here.

I wore khaki pants today for the first time in a good two and a half weeks. It's amazing how quickly I became unaccustomed to them. It was a bit like going back and visiting with all your old high school friends. You think about how good it will be to see all these people you grew up with, but when you get there you realize that you've moved on to other things. The little time you spend with them might be nice reminiscing about how things used to be, but by the end you're ready to go back to all the new things you've come to know. So yea, my khakis are a bit like old high school friends. I think I'll stick with jeans for now, and throw in the occasional khakis on the weekends to mix it up a little bit.

It's a metaphor ... but that really happened

I wasn't lying when I said I wouldn't post on here for weeks on end. There's a good reason I haven't actually put the URL out there for people to see yet.

I decided yesterday that the best thing for me right now settling into this new semester is a little consistency. What better way to ring in a little consistency than: 1) an allergic reaction in my eye that the doctor described as bubbly; 2) being dropped from my family's insurance; and 3) having my hard drive crash for the second time since this summer. At this rate, I might have finally achieved some consistency just in time for Sing Song to begin.

So while I was in CVS today waiting for my prescription, I wandered around looking at all the different medicines. I ended up on the pain killer aisle, and I just had to ask myself: When are we going to stop calling it Extra Strength Tylenol? l don't know that I've ever seen regular strength Tylenol, and even then why would you take it when there's extra strength to be had? I think the time has come to shed the useless labels.