Update.

Yup. Leg's bleeding alright. Not as bad as some people, whom I brutally maimed. Sorry Corey.

He stole from the rich and the poor and the not very rich and the very poor.

I think my leg is probably bleeding. Maybe I'll look down and check...

Don't fear the reaper.

"I get up in the morning with nothing to do, and go to bed at night with it half-done." That's a quote from an old retired guy, yet somehow it pretty much covers my life too. Strange.

Cheers to your mustaches!

I just got to get a Gmail account. I guess it's an email account that has a gig of storage. Neato! Last I heard only certain people got invites for 'em too. I feel special. The trick is I actually have to use the thing...

I enabled comments on here... I didn't even know you could do that. Must be new. What does that mean for you, the consumer? It means this will be less like me standing on my soapbox shouting from the rooftops (the rooftops!), and more like a town hall meeting where even creepy Bob gets a say in where the new grain elevator goes! Oh yeah, that and you won't have to talk to me through your blog either...

What could be greater?

Hey whoever reads this,
Rock 30 Games (my place of employment) is having a FREE (!) BBQ this Saturday from 11 am - 2 pm. It's at 115 S. Bell St. which is off of Memorial Highway. If you're heading toward the bridge from Washington, it'll be at the bottom of the hill there on Bell. There's really no reason to pass up free food and some video game playing time too, so I hope you all come.

*Begin unrelated rant*
Why is it that when something bad happens that no one can do anything about, they always say stuff like "I guess all we can do now is pray...", like it's some sort of crappy last resort? I mean, it's not always meant that way, but it seems like a lot of the time it is. Praying isn't some last resort to fall back on when your human answers fail, it should be the basis of everything you do! Prayer should be the first resort, not the last. Praying isn't the least you can do, it's the most you can do!
*End unrelated rant*

Come to the BBQ!

Adam Risch is a nice guy.

Wow. This is a good example of some of the great things blogs can be used for. You never know when someting you say is exactly what someone else needs to hear.

Adam Risch is a big jerk.

Ok, now I might be setting my self up here (when I say that, I of course mean I'm completely setting myself up) but I think I know what the enemies in Resident Evil 4 are going to be. They're not any kind of zombies, we know this much for sure, but I have a pretty good guess as to what they are. People with Mad Cow disease. No kidding. I'm completely serious here. Wait and see, I'll be right, so back up off me, fool.

"How does it feel to be twenty?"

I think you should know the answer to that by now.

Neato bandito!

Ok. I just saw the first picture of the DS! That said, I think it looks pretty darn cool.

Computers always work perfectly.

So, random sites on my computer have freakin' big fonts!

I demand a cease fire!*

*The proceeding blog is in no way intended to be a work of anger, bitterness, sarcasm, or any other type of madness. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to characters living, or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Ok, I know (at least I think) I've said this before, but a if you have a problem with someone, Talk to them about it. I'm of the opinion that a blog isn't the best place to bring it up. Let's not have Blog War 3 or anything here.

On Distant Shores

"I have been scarred so deep by life and cold despair, and brittle bones were broken far beyond repair. I have leveled lies so deep, the truth may never find. And inside my faithless heart, I stole things never mine.

If mercy falls upon the broken and the poor, Dear Father, I will see you, there on distant shores.

I have toiled for countless years and ever felt the cost, and I've been burned by this world's cold, like leaves beneath the frost. On my knees I've crawled to You, bleeding myself dry. But the price of life is more, than I could ever buy.

And off of the blocks, I was headstrong and proud, at the front of the line for the card-carrying, highbrowed. With both eyes fastened tight, yet unscarred from the fight. Running at full tilt, my sword pulled from its hilt. It's funny how these things can slip away, our frail deeds, the last will wave good-bye. It's funny how the hope will bleed away, the citadels we build and fortify. Good-Bye.

Night came and I broke my stride, I swallowed hard, but never cried. When grace was easy to forget, I'd denounce the hypocrites, casting first stones, killing my own. You would unscale my blind eyes, and I stood battered, but more wise, fighting to accelerate, shaking free from crippling weight. With resilience unsurpassed, I clawed my way to You at last. And on my knees, I wept at Your feet, I finally believed, that You still loved me.

Healing hands of God have mercy on our unclean souls once again. Jesus Christ, Light of the World, burning bright within our hearts forever. Freedom means love without condition, without beginning or an end. Here's my heart, let it be forever Yours, only You can make every new day seem so new."

I'm not one to post song lyrics much, but these words are too amazing not to share. It's the song "On Distant Shores" by Five Iron Frenzy. I forgot how Reese Roper is one of, if not my favorite songwriter of all time. I won't go into it much, just let you take it for what you will. I wish you could hear it. If you're interested, it's from the CD "The End Is Here", which has both Five Iron's last CD "The End Is Near", and a live CD of their last show. It's only 14 bucks at Rainbow, but only until the end of the month.

Now, for a change of subject!

There are some people in this world who change your life, simply by coming into contact with you. I've had the pleasure to meet one of these people recently. Rudy Kempf is one of these people. I bought my car from him a few weeks ago, and I've seen him a few times since then. It really hit home tonight though. I had to go with my mom to pick him up from the airport tonight. The thing is, he'd been waiting there for over an hour! I kid you not, the man was as gleeful as a kid getting candy. So we drove him to his home, the whole way he talked happily with my mom. The part that really got me though, was when we got out and he skipped up the curb (really, I'm not making this up) to the door! On the way up to his apartment, he talked about how great the place he lived was. There was one point where he nearly fell on the stairs, but he just laughed and kept going! I don't know. I guess I can't really describe it to you, but I hope you get what I'm saying. The man is almost 90 years old for goodness sakes! He has a joy about him that can only come from The Lord. I hope that someday I can affect someone the way Rudy affected me.

God Bless you.

Holy moly!

Whoa. Looks like somebody drinks too much!

Words cannot express!

Are you serious?!? TV's Kirk Cameron is actually coming to town?! Wow. I lack the words to properly convey my feelings, so I'll use the words of Chowerhead or one of his bandmates (I don't know which). "Ahhhh yes. TV's Kirk Cameron. It seems that just when things begin to look a little bleak as far as our adventures are concerned, TV's Kirk Cameron arrives with a positive message, a quick flash of a smile (still disarming after all these years...), a twinkle of the eye, and an ever sense of wonder (how is it that he has yet to age?)." Wow. That's truth of Biblical proportions right there.

Oh, and also for those of you who are counting: This is the 2nd blog this week!

Wisdom where you might not expect..

I like to frequent the Joy Electric website for many reasons. The biggest however is to find wisdom and comfort. Ronnie has a personal journal page that he updates fairly often, and it's easily one of my favorite places on the internet. My personal relationship with Ronnie consists of buying a shirt from him at Sonshine one year, and that's about it. Despite the fact that I don't personally know him, I almost feel connected to him. I relate to and understand almost everything he says on there. It kinda seems like I have a lot of thoughts in my head, but I can't find them. Reading the journals helps me find them. Anyway, the main reason I'm posting is the share one of his recent posts.

"The Passion - Ronnie [ 03-31-2004 ]
I finally had a chance to go and see The Passion a few days ago. I don't know what I can possibly say about it that hasn't already been said, but here's a few thoughts at least.

The scenes of Jesus being tortured before the actual crucifixion were shocking, violent and hard to watch at times, but even more than that, they were so incredibly humbling. Seeing just what He went through (or an approximation of it, anyhow), made me realize the unimportance of certain things that I place so much value on in this life. The death and resurrection of Christ is something that should have an impact on the day to day thoughts and actions of our lives. It is the capstone of the Christian faith.

I was talking to someone recently who said they were doubting things concerning faith and Christianity and after a little while, I just simply asked him what he thought the alternative was? If you're going to get down to brass tacks, what exactly does a life without Christ consist of? Doubt, fear, anger, paranoia, sadness, hopelessness....those things come to mind, and they're a reality. Do you ever feel those things as a Christian? Of course, and there are times when everyone doubts and becomes unsure of things. What do you do when you come to a wall of doubt and uncertainty? You open the Bible. You pray. You seek out Godly counseling. You find the answers to your questions. It's in these times that the Lord comes to us and strengthens our faith and gives us the answers and security we're seeking.

What I've seen a lot of people do (especially in the music scene) when they come to a wall, is to try and go around it, but the problem with that is you end up eventually going down the wrong path. It's always easier to just NOT find the answers to all of the nagging doubts and questions we have about the Bible and Christianity, but does that excuse us from finding them? And when doubt settles in and gives way to hopelessness and anger, what then do we do? How do we live?"

Take what you will from that. I know I took plenty. Ronnie Martin is largely responsible for me wanting to be in a band and play music for a living as much as I do. He's almost like a mentor to me, even though we don't know each other. I want to be able to do too. I can't imagine he'd be reading this, but I'll say it anyway: Thanks Ronnie Martin. Heck, maybe I'll even send him some of this in the electronic mail.

Well, I'm sure this was kind of a weird read, but it's what I had to say. That's why you're here, right? At least it was more than a sentance long too!

On a completely unrelated note: The government can't figure out when I was born. That sure instills faith in good old Uncle Sam, eh? Lata!

Wow.

No arguments here.

Told you so.

My point exactly.

Back up off me, fool.

Don't believe anything you read on the internet today.

B-Day shout-outz for my hizzies fo shizzie.

It has come to my attention that I forgot to wish a good friend a happy aniversery commemorating birth yesterday. Sorry for the delay. Happy birthday Corey! On a side note, apperently someone is going to stab me tomorrow. That's ok I guess. That way I'll at least have an excuse for never updating.

So uhh...

I woke up with blood on my face and hand. Is that a bad thing? I must be a vampire or something and not know it. Well, I guess I'll find out as soon as I step outside today. So if you find my ashes, do my a favor and bury them properly.

BLAH! I VANT TO SUCK YOUR BLOOD!