The Every So Often Eric

2007-04-24T23:03:00.000-04:00

So I was rummaging through my computer's hard drive and stumbled across this old story. I believe it was from English class last year, although I have no idea why we would ever have to write a story like this. But it just goes to show you that I have too much time. I must admit I used to crack myself up back in the old days, so be sure to read the entire thing.

My Story About Nothing In Particular

The story you’re about to read is true. Only the names have been changed to protect the innocent. For instance, if a character’s legally given birth name is Esteban Izquierda Garcia, then he will now be known as Bob. Such extremes have been taken due to intense legal action cracking down upon high school student’s papers everywhere. This story is not to be retransmitted, rebroadcast, or redistributed in any way without the express written consent of Acme, Inc. To do so is to place oneself outside of the bounds of the legally binding contract written by the lawyers of Acme, Inc, causes oneself to be liable to the distributors of the literature, and may place oneself in a position of undesirable standing.
The following takes place between 9 a.m. and 10 a.m. (EST). Bob was awakened suddenly from his livid nightmare of him falling through nothingness by the sound of his alarm clock piercing the cold morning air. It had been twelve long weeks since Bob left his family in the Netherlands to come to Antarctica to study penguins. But what worried him today was the fact that it had been much too long since their last airdrop. The lack of supplies had started to have its effect on the men and was present in their attitude, behavior, and actions. Why had it been so long since they last received word from Amsterdam? The men would not speak of it openly in public in case it might frighten the women, but there were grumblings of communism.
Communism was on the minds of every scientist that worked at the camp. “Ich hoffe, daß es nicht Kommunismus ist,” was overheard quite frequently from the men as they patrolled the coasts keeping a sharp eye out for penguins. Their worst fear was slowly being realized. Communism cares for none. It conquers quickly. None escape. The men could only assume that in their absence their motherland had become prone to outside forces and the prevailing influences had become too powerful for them to overcome. For our younger audiences this means that scientists left the country, evil communism comes in, country adopts communism, scientists are sad. What else could describe the random disappearances of the once frequent aircraft over the icy tundra known as Base 3? What else would cause someone to write about these poor forsaken scientists who read into everything too much? Only communism leaves a trail like that. All of the indisputable evidence was there. All that was missing were the planes.
Bob knew what he had to do. He was going to find a way to get supplies for the men even if he died trying. But the more Bob thought about it, he didn’t want to die trying because then that wouldn’t get anyone anywhere. He now realized the harsh reality that he, too, read into things too much. There was only one option: success. Bob rummaged the room for his trusty walrus-head quarter from 1967. He had carried it with him since college and had used it to make every important decision in his life. It was the reason he was here studying penguins and not pursuing being a doctor back in the Netherlands. He found the quarter under his bed and stowed it away in his coat pocket. As he turned to leave the room he paused briefly in the doorway and wondered why he had just spent fifteen minutes looking for his decision-making-quarter. He shrugged it off and galloped downstairs following his nose to the breakfast table. He ate heartily that day but in silence as well. He told no one of his plan to help but rather stuffed himself full to prepare for the dangerous journey that lay ahead. When he had finsished he stood up, put on his warmest coat, and traipsed out the door. He only looked back when he thought he heard someone calling his name. He was disappointed to only see a penguin squawking something that inaudibly sounded like “Bob”. He turned and walked away from the camp, his arms folded tight against his body to protect himself from the frigid elements. He made his way up the steep hill that lay just outside of Base 3. As he reached the top and looked down onto the other side his eyes saw what no other Dutch scientist had ever seen before: the rare Antarctic red-haired spotted penguin! But it was what was right behind the penguin that caught our hero’s attention. There, basking in the limited sunlight, was a Wal-Mart. As Bob ran down the hill his heart leaped for joy as he noticed it was a 24-hour store and to top it all of it was having a sale. The doors opened for him as he rushed inside and was coldly (haha, get it?) greeted by a man in a blue vest. He passed up the free smiley face sticker and quickly ran through the store. He jogged along as he saw all the supplies he could use. He now started skipping because he had just noticed the men’s clothing department was having a sale on t-shirts and shorts. By now he was leaping from aisle to aisle gazing at all the wonders that lay on the shelves before him. Unfortunately, it is now 10 a.m. and this story must be finished in time for the next story that comes after it. Stay tuned for scenes from next week’s all new “My Story About Nothing In Particular.”
In next weeks “My Story About Nothing In Particular” Bob gathers up all he can lay his hands on from the newly found Wal-Mart. But tension starts to mount between our protagonist and the employees. Bob may be overstaying his welcome. Is 24-hours too long for a single store to remain open? Will Bob get the supplies back to Base 3 in time? What will happen to that rare red-haired spotted penguin spotted outside the store? Tune in next week as special guest star Sam Walton joins the epic adventure. This has been a production of Too Much Time Ind.

2007-03-27T14:22:00.000-04:00

the melancholy pursuits of life has drug me ever deeper into the reservoirs of antiprocrastination. the global transits so longed for have been indubily replaced by the vague wanderings of an adolescent. society has strengthened its grip and cleansed all it sees with the ablution of time. the essence thereof is no longer lingering loftily about our lazy selves but sets itself firmly in the distant only to be grasped by those who have the power, determination, nay, the potential to seize it and to call it its own. but few who walk this earthly clay ridden ground can clamp their everything about that so highly desired prize that tempts us to come hither. i am but a lad who has not the ability to take what is not his or to stick a flag into the evanescent glow of time.

well, thats my excuse for not writing anymore.

2007-01-25T22:16:00.001-05:00

Mike and I in the sample bathtub. Why? What else are those things in the mall for?

Us saving money by taking a picture with our own camera in the photobooth

Mike, Brandon, and I in some girl dress up store. The name escapes me.

Yeah. 'Nuff said.

Idiots.

We snuck up behind some old lady and had Brandon take a picture of us. Ok, we were bored.

2006-11-29T21:51:00.000-05:00

Just got back from church where I was playing badmiton with Brandon Miller. I'm sure you're all imagining us whacking the birdie across the net in a nice clean gym. Well, we had to improvise a little bit. The requirements for a game of badmiton are as follows: one birdie, one net (6 feet off the ground), two rackets, one clean surface area with taped off boundaries, and two persons. Unfortunately, all we could find was a birdie. So we set up a court in the ball room using a hockey net as the net, dustpans as the rackets, and a mop bucket, trashcans, and a ball rack as our boundaries. We used ourselves as the two idiots who would be playing the new game now known as Inter-City Badmiton - "The Sport of the 22nd Century." If you would like to purchase an IC Bad set for the minimal fee of $34.98 please contact me. I ask that all payments be made through PayPal and there will be a short waiting time as we look for your new set in the city dump. Sorry, we do not ship to China as of yet. We need a broader customer base in the land.

2006-11-05T14:09:00.000-05:00

We won States...

I know I haven't posted since Districts, but it's been a crazy week. After our District victory we clinched a Regional title defeating Ligget and Greenhills. From there we beat our rival Oakland Christian to win the semi finals and to send us to States. Yesterday we soundly conquered Western Michigan Christian in the finals 3-1. Not too much to say about the game right now, I'll save that for another time. Here are some pictures from yesterday's game.

Our traditional dogpile at the end of each tourney game. Displayed proudly in front of us is our motivational slate and our State trophy. Unfortunately, IC has never taken back a nonbroken trophy in the past few years, and the legacy continued. As soon as we huddled around it the "player" broke his foot. Tough break (haha, get it?).

Junior girls

The Trophy and I (tilt your head)

Part of the team with the coaces displaying our back 2 back champions sign.

2006-11-02T21:06:00.000-05:00

We're going to States!

2006-10-21T23:24:00.000-04:00

Yesterday, was Friday. Normal day for me. Go to school, stay for about 5 minutes. Go to MACP for the morning. Go to Olive Garden for lunch. Order the infamous soup, salad, and breadsticks (seemed to be a reacurring theme amongst us). Go win Districts. Yep, just another normal day in the life of Eric.

Just in case you don't believe me, here is our dogpile after the game. If you look closely you may be able to see Tyler Daniel flying gracefully on top of us.

I just got back from watching the Tigers lose to the Cardinals. My dad and I headed downtown to watch the game, didn't have tickets, but neither did the thousands of others crowding the streets. We eventually found the perfect spot right behind home plate where you could see everything going on except the batter. Kind of hurt your feet though because you had to lock them into place in the fence just to stay up. Too bad the Tigers lost, making all that pain in vain.

Here I am on the fence late in the game. TV crews kept on stopping by and interviewing the people next to me, but of course not me. Really funny story to tell about the game, but I'll wait until ratings are down to tell it. Unless you want to pay me.

2006-10-05T21:36:00.000-04:00

This would be my wonderful cousin Jillian. She is the one who never lets there be a dull moment at Christmas time. Even if she is considered crazy she is still related to me. Every family has to have that person that just bubbles, right (bubbles is the only word I can think of to describe her)? Well here she is in a wonderful rendition of Little Red Riding Hood.

For those of you who don't know her, imagine David Blackburn as a girl.

2006-09-20T20:50:00.000-04:00

Workathon was today. We got stuck painting a pavillion at Milward Park. In case you ever see a bright orange glow out of the corner of your eye while driving on I-75, that would be our fluorescent pavillion. Some highlights from the day:

"We like to paint, paint, paint, tables and pavillions" - a little song Mr. Conn made up and decided to sing for us while we were busy painting.

"Did you get her number? Yeah, 9-11." - Garrett getting busted by a female cop for driving his quad on the soccer fields.

"After he brutally threw her into the boards he started biting off her fingers. He stopped only after repeatedly stabbing her in the chest. Hey, I tell it how I saw it." - what I heard happened to a poor sophomore girl. It has to be true, considering my sources.

Me and a friend were just talking last night about how the girls in our class can't throw a football. In perfect irony, I watched a few girls attempt to play football. At first we had to explain the rules, which didn't really help. We showed them how to kick the football and they eventually gave up on throwing all together. But the hilarity still prevailed. A couple hours later I think they finally got the basics. Pretty sad; but really, really, funny. Girls can be funny by themselves, but when you throw a football into the mix: absolute insanity/hilarity.

2006-08-29T21:11:00.000-04:00

School has started, soccer has started, long nights wasting away in front of a hefty book called "Pre-Calc" has started. Tis the seasong for beginnings. "A new slate" has popped up several times this week, so has a 50-pound chunk of slate. Long story. Not much to say now, not until everything gets swinging again.

Skype: get it. The weirdest, most awkward program ever. But it's cool.

2006-08-13T22:20:00.000-04:00

Sorry you've had to wait for so long. But the time has come, and your patience shall be rewarded.

Went to an air show last Saturday out at Willow Run Airport. It was meant to be a demonstration of yesterday's and today's greatest flying firepower. OK, so it was only one of today and many of yester-year. But on the side was a great mock battle put on by several reenactors from around the country. People from MO and IL brought up their Stewart tanks and half-tracks to participate. There had to be about 20-25 different vehicles present. After two "battles" (using blanks, except for the machine guns which fired propane, save the .50 cal. which fired live blanks creating the most pleasant array of fire emission and sound effects someone can ever hear) they closed by running over an old VW with their tanks.

"If the Germans would deploy now we could begin with the battle!"

This is an ex-JD employee trying to take out a German APC with a bazooka. The whole audience was looking on in anticipation. The Germans were prepared to die. He jumps out and gets into a stance to fire. The fuse is light...and....wait for it... it sizzles out. No dead Germans... just one dead American holding a backfired bazooka.

For my Canadian audience - this is the Canadian Jump Team. You can't see it but their parachute canopy is the maple leaf. Since I have conquered snowboarding (for the most part) my next goal is to skydive. That goal will be reached in a long time from now, when I'm out of college and actually have money. For now I'll stick to watching fireworks on the roof.

2006-07-26T21:21:00.001-04:00

Here is a missions trip summary for all those who may be interested:

Our team (18 kids, 3 adults) visited the Brocks in Apple Valley, California, for 7 days. Our main goals were to encourage them in their church plant, and to help them out by passing out 10,000 flyers for their church.

Saturday: We all met at the airport at 5:00 a.m. We left for Denver at 6:30 and arrived at LAX at 8:00 "California Time." Took a two hour van ride to the Brocks house and to the campground where we would be staying. Now, when your looking out the window of the plane it looks all nice and sunny down on the ground. Then you arrive at the airport and wander outside onto the sidewalk. A nice gentle breeze is caressing your face, and your thinking that 115 degrees aint so bad. But little did we know what 115 degrees really feels like. About 7 minutes from our final destination we pulled into a gas station. I had to pee like a racehorse and wanted to get out of the cramped van. But when I stepped down from the vehicle a sudden wave of pure heat just hit me. I tried to make it to the station but the heat would just put you back. You had to lower your shoulder, plant your feet, and think of how nice that bathroom will hopefully be, just to get through the heat. We tried playing frisbee afterwards and our frisbee would just float higher up and away from us. But there was no breeze.

So, yes, the heat was pretty bad, but on around the 7th day you get used to it.

Sunday: We all got dressed for church then rode over to the high school where they meet. They meet in a new classroom with a courtyard out the back. We helped straighten up chairs and get bulletins ready. While we were talking to the people there we met this one kid name Joe. He was a black kid with a mexican dad and a cacausian cousin. It's really hard to describe this kid because he talked so much. He was dressed in what most people would consider "ghetto threads." Consisting of a Yankees hat, Afro, moustache, gold chain, dressy shirt (un-buttoned to show the t-shirt), jeans, and skate shoes. But, he came with a disclaimer. He said even though he dressed ghetto he was not a gangster, he just thinks the clothes are really comfortable. He's tried suits and he said he had to take them off because he couldn't move. Anyway, this kid was really neat to be around except he would never be quiet. Most of their church was seniors who would thank us for being there and tell us they were praying for us. Pastor Brian said during the message that when he had told them a group from Inter-City was coming that they got scared that a bunch of gangster were going to show up. They seemed relieved to see that were were somewhat normal. We had a mixed group sing in the morning service. They were a couple people in the back that cried through the whole thing. It turned out that one of those ladies accepted Jesus that night before the service. She was a mother of one of the members and was just moving down to the area. It was neat to see how the Lord worked so quickly. For the evening service the guys sang, our youth pastor preached ("I'm going to be brief tonight..." / "Pastor Brian never is!!"), and we had a get together afterwards where we all snacked on nachos.

In the afternoon the guys wanted to go exploring so we picked this mountain about a mile from camp. We spent the whole afternoon climbing it and getting back down. Unfortunately, when we got to the "top" we found our that there was much more. We had run out of time and ways and energy so we headed back down. We decided to leave the real peak to another day. This is a picture of a couple of us at the "top."

Monday-Thursday: The day that began passing out 10,000 flyers. The general idea was that there was about 10 in each van. Each person was paired up with someone. There were let out on a street and had to complete a route before retrieval came in the form of water, air conditioning, and a comfy bench seat. Most of the roads were very long and the houses were all spread out. Every house had a fence, every other house had a gate. Kind of made things difficult to move quickly. Also, every house has 2 or more dogs. It seems to be a law out there. If you are a resident you must be in the care of at least 2 dogs. That also made things difficult for us. The first two days were spent in the poorer neighborhoods (valley) , and the last day was spent in the neighborhoods with sidewalks and sloping driveways (mountain). The following is not a typical house, but it was a nicer house:

Tuesday night we got the bright idea to catch Black Widows. Yes, the poisonous spider. I HATE SPIDERS! But there were other guys watching and I coudln't show my fears. On that night we caught about five and stuck then in a large water bottle in hopes that they would fight. The littlest one was killed right away. By Thursday morning we had caught about 15-20 spiders. A few more had died. Unfortunately (or fortunately, however you want to look at it), they all ended up dying because we left them in the sun on accident. Here is a picture of the first 5 we caught. Sorry it's to fuzzy.

On Thursday afternoon we returned to the mountain with the goal of conquering its summit. We did. But not with a few problems along the way. A smaller group of guys went this time, and they were all interested in one thing: rattlesnakes. While we were scaling the mountain side my friend who was about 3 feet in front of me just froze. "S-s-s-n-n-naaake!!!" There was a two foot long rattler about 3 feet in front of him on a ledge about waist high. I ran over and somehow got some pictures before I was mugged by other guys trying to see and before it disappeared in the crack with a threatening rattle still being heard resounding of the rocks.

We continued up the mountain terrified of touching the ground. A small group of us had reached the summit finally when about 200 yards back we hear another yell of "SNNAAKKEE!!"

My friend and our new youth pastor had been lagging behind and just came upon another rattler. We quickly dismounted from the peak and ran as fast as we could over the rocks to meet them. The snake had gone under the rock, but we did not give up:

After a little while we began our descent. About 1/8 of the way down we came across another one. One of my friends had jumped over a rock and heard the rattling behind him. He turned and stared into the slitted eyes of a snake. Without regard for his own safety he quickly started beating the snake with a stick in his hand. After about 3 hits it retreated into the shadows underneath his own rock. We found out later from Pastor Brian that there were two types of snakes in that area of the desert. Sidewinders and Mojave Greens. The Mojave Greens are 16x more powerful than any type of rattler. And the ones we saw were not Sidewinders. We could have been bitten and injected with both a homo and neuro toxin. We would have to have been airlifted off the mountain and rushed to the one doctor in the area who treates snake bites.

It's getting late, I can't see the text anymore. I'm going to leave the rest for another day. Sorry this one was so long, hopefully you stuck with it to the end.

2006-07-10T22:17:00.000-04:00

Well, Italy has won their fourth World Cup title. I must admit I started the game cheering for the men with a rooster on their jersey. I wanted one of the greatest soccer players ever, Zenedine Zidane, to go out with style. He had his opportunity, he could have led his team to victory in a shootout. But after this "vicious" incident I no longer give the man any respect. Case and point of why:

flash games

Schwachsinnig!
!Imbecil!
Imbecile!

More later...

2006-07-05T22:25:00.000-04:00

Sorry I have not been as faithful as I should be. I have not had much time recently. I know it's summer and all... but I've been trying to have a life. Much has happened since my last post. Mainly just camp and more World Cup. My team - Argentina - was unfortunately eliminated by Germany in the semifinals. Lehmenn can stop 2 pk's but he can't stop the Italians from winning with 1 minute left. The final match will be between France and Italy. I think I'm going to pull for France on this one, only because I want Zidane to end his career on a good note. Although I wouldn't mind Italy winning either. They are a team that worked through scandal back with their home clubs, and I want to say that Argentina lost to the best who lost to the world's best. And that the US was the only team to "score" on the world champions. What happens, happens.

With the World Cup ending it is now time for le Tour de France to begin. As of today they are in the 5th stage. The people to watch are: Ivan Basso (Italia), Jan Ullrich (Deutschland), FLoyd Landis, and George Hencapie (US). There are many stages still left and plenty of time for you to waste hours watching the peloton weave in and out of city streets.

Schlos

2006-06-08T21:41:00.000-04:00

This would be the happy little logo that is representing the 2006 World Cup that will be hosted by none other than Deutschland. Ja, das ist gud. Das ist keine schlect. Das ist un gunter Tag! Good to see international soccer back again. Unfortunately, a sinning snowball has more of a chance at surviving than our good ol' U.S. team has. We face the Czechs, Italy, and Ghana. Should be interesting. Thats why I have my primary team of choice being Argentina. I've liked them for the longest time, and it was either because they had cool names, nice striped blue jerseys, or they were good. Anyway, I'll be cheering them on like I always do.

Rumour going around about school being out tomorrow. I do so hope it's true. Enough exams already, just let us out.

So what are everyone's plans for the summer? Work? Special vacations? Camps? Leave a comment and tell me what you plan on doing over the summer.

2006-05-27T14:20:00.000-04:00

This post is comming to you from sunny Indiana. I am cuurently in the Napanee Public Library because my grandparents do not have internet. We have dropped off Janelle with some girl in Cincinnati. They are going down to the Wilds together. So I have officially gotten rid of her for the summer. Joyous times are ahead. Times of ecstasy, celebration, and days without remorse. By the way, the girl she was going with has 8 siblings. And it's just me and my long gone hamster. Times are good.

I cannot think of anything else to say except that school is almost out. Good and bad.

2006-05-13T22:37:00.000-04:00

Thursday was the sophomores zoo field trip. Wet, cold, long day. But it got us out of school. Zoo was all right, a little too much rain though. After the zoo was Cici's pizza. Good place. Weird pizza. Ever heard of a macaroni and cheese pizza? Yeah, neither had I. But, it was a good time.

The play was last night and tonight. Seemed like it went well to me. I didn't realize how funny it really was until I had the audience laugh at stuff I just overlooked. They sounded like they enjoyed them (or at least David). And if you happened to attend Friday nights performance, I had nothing to do with the mask sticking to the Red Death. Anyway, after that night we all found out some good uses for techno. And I found out that actors are really really dramatically weird, and to never play techno in their presence again.

Few more weeks left of school. Good and bad.

2006-05-04T23:16:00.000-04:00

Time. Do we possess too much? Or too little? Is 24 hours enough time to do school, baseball, play, homework, and still try to catch up with friends?

2006-04-29T18:01:00.000-04:00

Here are those pictures I promised a couple of posts ago. The offer still stands, you can buy one for just $8.99.

2006-04-29T17:56:00.000-04:00

This would be my face after it was struck with a baseball. That was a month or so ago, it looks loads better now. Funny thing is that sometimes my face will "twinge" at that same spot. Don't know why, could be a curse scar like Harry Potter's. Just as long as I don't start seeing visions I'll be ok. Anyway, this is just a test to see if my new way of adding pics actually works.

2006-04-28T20:24:00.000-04:00

Why do people ostracize? Are they just too cool for someone? Do they not care about the other person? Is this just another thing that teenagers have to deal with? We mine as well add it to the list: peer pressure, "cliques", ostracism, many other things. It seems that girls are more likely to exclude than guys. But, also, if guys get mad, they hit and it's done. If girls get mad, they hold grudges. They spread rumours. They exclude. There have been warnings to parents that they should ask their daughter if they are being ostricized. It is an issue with any teenager. But does it have to be? Sure, their are your certain friends who are like you that you hang out with. But can you never allow someone else into the group? At Inter-City I have established that there are about 3-4 "cliques" of guys. Not saying that's bad. But I have heard that girls groups are much more intricate and complex. Maybe I'm just trying to figure out the mind of women. Yes, I know it is not possible. According to Joe, "Men can spend a lifetime contemplating a woman's mind. Women can take one minute to figure out what is going on in a man's mind." Seems a little funny to me how girls can be so harsh to one another. Jealousy is probably a main issue. Not saying guys are perfect, but it's more common in girls. It's funny, sorta not really, but sad.
Disclaimer: I have not been ostracized, excluded, or rejected in any way. please no comments regarding me. this is an opinion "article". thank-you.

2006-04-25T20:05:00.000-04:00

According to Wikipedia: "In online diaries people write their day-to-day experiences, complaints, poems, prose, illicit thoughts and more, often allowing others to contribute through comments or community posting." This is what my blog is. This is my area to tell people what is happening in my life. If I want to complain, I can, it's my blog. I respect your comments, but not when they are posted anonymously. If you want to cut something down, have the guts to tell me who you are. But for now, just realize that this is only an online diary for your viewing pleasure. (No, I will not post about the baseball complaints for reasons beyond your control. And, the song is staying unless you give me a better song)

Please recommend ericsworld (however moody it might be) to those both foreign and abroad. Thank you.

I enjoy the comments, but please do not comment anonymously anymore.

2006-04-24T20:10:00.000-04:00

Baseball has begun. Oh yipee!! (please sense the sarcasm, its saturated in it) But all I have to do is endure 2 hour practices and sitting on the bench for the season. Shouldn't be too bad. Cept I would rather be doing something else.

If you will notice I have added a map as well to my sidebar. So far it is making me feel a little down, cause only people in MI read it. If you happen to know of anyone in a foreign country please refer them to this site. It woud make me feel a lot better about myself. I am here to make a difference in the world (WORLD, not just Michigan. MI has chosen its own fate).

Cell phone? Digital camera? or ______? Please comment on which I should choose or fill in the blank with your own opinion.

Any requests for a song to be played in the sidebar will also be appreciated.

2006-04-05T21:51:00.000-04:00

Have just returned from sunny, warm South Carolina. Trust me, the weather is worth the 10 hour drive. But I still thank the Lord for iPods. Anyway, S.C. has an average temperature of 78 degrees, palm trees on every corner, lavish homes, and the ocean. O.K., so maybe that was Hilton Head, but it's still in S.C. We picked up Janelle from the Opportunity Place (Bob's World, BoJo Land, The Stevinator's Residence, Bob Jones), and eventually headed more south. Hilton Head is the aristocratic island where you have to pay to drive in some parts, pay to park, and pay for light fixture damages. It has a total of two (2) public beaches and plenty of swamp land. Houses run from $300,000 to $7 million+. More on S.C. later.

Reccomended movie of the week: Red Greene: Duct Tape Forever

Reccomended (v)podcast of the week: 90 Seconds of Dave, please view his last 3 movies and then comment on the errors of his ways (www.davemedia.blogspot.com). The rest of his movies are very good.

2006-03-23T21:45:00.000-05:00

Book report is over with now. Don't know how I did. I usually zone out when I'm up there and just go on autopilot. Seemed all right, although I am a little disapointed that no one (except the required people) came to hear me. But I guess I'll get over that quickly.

LSU just beat Duke. Millions of people were just witnessed cussing out their t.v. screens. Good ol' J.J.

Tomorrow is the last day of school before Spring Break. This is a time when we get (what's it called again? oh yeah) free time. And a little thing I like to call sleeping in.

Who votes for me changing my profile picture? *Who can actually see my profile picture?

2006-03-22T22:19:00.000-05:00

Basketball tourney tonight. Didn't play, only watched. Some good teams, crazy guys from Robichaud and Caleb's wicked awesome team. After the tourney I stayed at church until 9:15. Why? Cause I wanted all the fellowship I could get? NO! Cause my parents left me. My dad had a deacons meeting, my mom didn't know that. My mom thought my dad was taking me home, my dad thought my mom was taking me home. Crazy mixed up situation resulting in me sitting in the lobby until 9:15. To all you parents out there, don't forget that you have kids (if you do, that is). And if they can drive, it would be a whole lot easier to just get them a car and/or a cell phone. That usually solves everything.

Got to give a book report tomorrow. It's oral. I hate it. I either go just screw it up (too much ad libbing), or I screw it up and go too long (to much ad libbing and getting into it, i.e. Antietam, The Bottled Imp, each 15 minutes). Either way I'm gonna mess it up. But do please come watch. I'll need all the people laughing at me that I can get. It builds the confidence (which, if you remember, is currently down to a 3 cause I have no friends, which I have recently been reminded of tonight, I really need to get my email adress out there).

2006-03-20T20:09:00.000-05:00

So in case you haven't noticed yet I have been the victim of a baseball in the face. The result has been a nice big colorful black eye. I must admit it scares even me. I can't sleep at night knowing that I will wake up to see my flesh rotting away from the outside. But it has its pros and cons. Pros: sympathy from the ladies (get it anyway I can), no baseball practice for a week, and cool reactions when people look at my face. Cons: will be far behind in baseball, the ladies will no longer look me in the eye, people run away from me. Oh well. Should be good for about one or two dates. At least until it goes away.

I know I have promised to blog about MACS, but that will have to wait. I want it to be good, and that requires time which I don't have right now. Maybe some Friday or Saturday night I'll post about it. BTW, Bethany got at least 30 medals.

Brandon Miller claims to be the 1000th visitor to ericsworld. If anyone disagrees, please speak now or forever hold your peace.

Just established myself with MSN messenger. If you or someone you know (has been diagnosed with mesothelioma call the law offices of James Sokolov at 800-588-2300) has MSN please send me your email or w/e it is you use on that thing. My buddy list currently sits at around 7, which sets my confidence level down to a 3. More friends, more confidence. Simple math. Thank-you. End of story. Good-bye.

2006-03-08T22:17:00.000-05:00

MACS is Friday. Should be interesting. I'll have to make another post about it afterwards. Talk about the latest geek clothing styles, who was crushed with their one rating, and who rocked the sousaphone solos. We will probably be the only school there that has more than a baseball team. But I guess I'll have to wait and see. Hmmm...

Speaking of Inter-City dominance in sports. Irony can be so cruel. Yes, we lost to Cabrini in basketball. How? I don't know. I guess we just fell apart. Bad timing.

Peace out

2006-03-03T22:37:00.000-05:00

I must start out by confronting an issue with a blog reader. This reader wants only the HP quotes and will do anything possible to get them. Even if it involves filling up my inbox with 24 hate letters. But let this be known: hate letters will not stop me! I will persist! I will not give in to the righteous wrath of death!

Recomended movie of the week: "The Other Side of Heaven"

"Mr. Weasley, it's Harry.. the fireplace has been blocked up. You won't be able to get through there."
"Bummer!" said Mr. Weasley's voice. "What on earth did they want to block the fireplace for?"
"They've got an electric fire," Harry explained.
"Really?" said Mr. Weasley's voice excitedly. "Eclectic, you say? With a plug? Gracious, I must see that... Let's think...ouch Ron!"
Ron's voice now joined the others'.
"What are we doing here? Has something gone wrong?"
"Oh no, Ron," came Fred's voice, very sarcastically. "No, this is exactly where we want to end up."
"Yeah, we're having the time of our lives here," said George, whose voice sounded muffled, as though he was squashed against the wall.

-Arthur, Fred, George, and Ron Weasley, and Harry Potter

2006-02-27T19:14:00.000-05:00

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So Saturday was the day Mike and I went snowboarding. It was so much fun. I recomend it to anyone under the age of 23 (sorry all you older readers out there). I spent the night at Mike's house, got up at 7:00, left at 8:00 to go to Alpine Valley. Arrived there around 9:00, paid for lift tickets, learned how to put em on, awed at the Black Diamonds, and found the bunny hill. The bunny hill had a tow rope since it was such a small hill. We spent a while mastering the tow rope, and finally got to the top of the hill without falling. Getting down was the easy part. Stopping took a run or two. At about my third time down I got the stopping thing down (seems so easy on the bunny hill). At 10:00-11:15 we had a lesson. It helped. After that we went down the hill about two more times to work on turning then took a break for lunch. After a quick ten minute lunch break we decided to check out the other runs (bunny hill got a little boring). We checked out the trail map (see above, although it is a little cropped) and found some more easy (green dot) runs and went to try em. On our way to them we found out they were closed. Great, now we had no choice but to do the more difficult (blue dot) runs. But first we had to master the chair lift. Getting on seemed easy, but then you're hoisted forty feet into the air. Sorta made us nervous (hey, the wind was 50 mph, they shut down the lifts at 60). Once you get to the top you have to go down the little ramp (see previous posts), we did it. We only fell once, on our second time up the lift. Not bad. Then there was this little issue about getting down the hill. Oh sure, its cute from on the chair lift. Everyone seems to be going so slow. Looks just a little bit steeper from the top. So we plopped down, strapped in, peed our snowpants, and prayed (so we were freaked out). I let Mike lead the way down (tradition for the day), watched him fall after about a 100 feet and then followed. He was up and I was down. I got up, passed him (who was on the ground again) and in another 100 feet fell again. He passed me, fell. I passed him and got just about to the bottom. Fell. He passed me and fell. I got up, tried to stop, fell. He tried to stop. Fell. Not bad for our first run we thought. After about two more runs of that we would only fall halfway down the run and when trying to stop. A couple more runs of that, then I broke the ice (haha, get it?) and made it down the whole run without falling. A couple of runs later and Mike made it down without falling. The rest of the day we made it down without falling everytime except for stopping. Mike seemed to catch on to that a little better than I. The rest of the days runs were spent trying to turn and stop. I mastered the toeside turn (left), Mike mastered the heelside turn (right). He stops heelside, I stop toeside. He stopped more times than me, I made it down more times without falling. If we combine our powers we would have a pretty good snowboarder. All in all, it was a very fun day, I am very sore now. I blame that mostly on the skiiers. They are too slow, cut you off, and are all around stupid. I'll stop here and not tell you the painful stories involving ourselves and other people we saw, it might scare you away from trying the sport.

Above (hopefully) is a trail map of Alpine Valley. I have arrowed the run (Hog's Back) that we went on the whole day. Trail map says it's a Black Diamond, but when we were there, they said it was a Blue Square. Comment if you think you've experienced more pain than we did Saturday. Might have to involve the non-surgical removal of the fingers.

For those of you who think these posts are long, boring, and just want to read the HP quotes: get a life! Take some time, read the good literature, dwell on the experiences. Cause these posts aren't getting any shorter for a while.

Well done USA Olympians. You didn't let Caleb's remarks get to you, you went out there and got medals (25!) Cept Bode Miller, you should rot eternally, cause you seem to like that, when they give you an hour, don't take 11 minutes. You're just lucky Nike likes you, cause no one else does right now. Apollo Ohno: good job, you beat the Korean. Shani Davis: don't let Chad Hedrick get to you. Others: well done!

2006-02-15T22:47:00.000-05:00

Quick update:

USA individual medals:
Men's Freestyle Moguls
- Toby Dawson - Bronze

This takes our total medal count up to 8. Norway currently has 11, and Russia has 9.

1 week and 2 days until snowboarding!

Wrestling districts are tomorrow against Inkster. Should be interesting.

2006-02-14T19:15:00.000-05:00

Here is the updated Medal Count for today:

G S B Total
Norway - 1 5 5 11
Russia - 4 3 2 9
U.S. - 5 2 0 7
Germ. - 4 1 2 7
China - 0 2 3 5

Individual U.S. medals:
Men's Alpine Combined
- Ted Ligety - Gold

More tomorrow

2006-02-13T19:03:00.000-05:00

Ericsworld is proud to inform you that I wil be posting updaated medal counts and top news for the 2006 Winter Olympics. Since the Winter Olympics just as good as the Summer, they deserve space on the blog. Unfortunately, some of my readers do not like the Winter Olympics and would rather bite off their toenails. My goal is to convince these people to become more involved and to cheer on our athletes.

The Medal Count stands as is:
G S B Total
U.S.A - 4 2 0 6
Russia - 3 3 1 7
Germ. - 2 0 1 3
Norw. - 1 3 4 8
Nthd. - 1 2 0 3

U.S.A individual medals:
Men's Snowboarding Halfpipe
- Shaun White - Gold
- Danny Kass - Silver
Women's Snwboarding Halfpipe
- Hannah Teter - Gold
- Gretchen Bleiler - Silver
Men's 500m speed skating
- Joey Cheek - Gold
Men's 5000m Speed Skating
- Chad Hedrick - Gold

2006-02-12T13:29:00.000-05:00

Banquet was last night. Good time. The dinner must not have been enough for Mike and I, so we decided to eat a fish. Yep, a real live goldfish, it was still kickin. The party needed a boost so we thought we'd provide some free entertainment. Evidently, sticking a fish in the toilet bowl (see below) wasn't good enough. So we ate the little devils. We decided to not chew em so we could see if you can feel them in your stomach. Turns out you can't feel them in your stomach but you can feel them going down your throat. Side note (totally free): in our small group this morning there was a passge in Romans that said, "Their throat is an open grave." Oh, the irony. Anyway, Kara Neal got the whole thing on video on her camera. If she sends it to me I'll try and find a way to post it (with a little help from the rabbi).

The following are some pictures from the Stamper's house.

This is the goldfish in the toilet. And, no, we did not eat this one. Someone flushed it because it swam a little ways down the pipe and they thought it wouldn't come back up.

This is Micah's big screen t.v. As you may recall I have dubbed it "FoeHammer." I thought that since I was there last night I mine as well give the thing some recognition for all its greatness, and all the good times it's given us. Also like to thank the Stamper's for letting us destroy their house and plumbing again. Next time we come, the hor douvres won't be fish.

2 weeks until snowboarding!!!

He therefore had to endure over an hour of Professor Trelawney, who spent half the lesson telling everyone that the position of Mars with relation to Saturn at that moment meant that people born in July were in great danger of sudden, violent deaths. "Well, that's good," said Harry loudly, his temper getting the better of him, "just as long as it's not drawn out. I don't want to suffer."

Harry Potter
Goblet of Fire

2006-02-10T18:54:00.000-05:00

Wait for it, wait for it... Hear that? That's the new ericsworld audio. Brought to you exclusively from Garageband. With this successful test it means there is a great potential that the highly acclaimed podcast may begin. You'll just have to wait and see.

For now, banquet is tomorrow night. Districts are Thursday and next Saturday. Then after that I go snowboarding!!!! I can not wait. It should be so much fun. Just got my boots last night and my pants today (courtesy of Play-It-Again and ValueWorld respectively). The boots will take a little getting used to. There are designed to keep your ankles stiff and locked into position. They also make it easier to turn and keep you from breaking anything when you fall. Downside is that they are really awkward to walk in. Ever try to walk with your feet pointing up but your still flat on the ground? Kinda like that. Well, enough about snowboarding, I have been receiving some flak for even posting about it. Seems some people think it's boring. Funny how these same people use PC's as well.

I have just noticed that this month is the Second (Annual) Anniversary of ericsworld.blogspot.com. Amazing. Who would have ever thought I could blog for two years? There's been good times, there's been bad. Many template changes, additions, pictures, and posts. Hope you've enjoyed reading my blog for the past two years (no sarcasm). And to my regular visitors (yes, even those who haven't identified themselves yet) I thank you for your persistence and your sense of humor. I will have to do another post sometime that goes deeper into the true nature of a Regular Ericsworld.blogspot.com Reader. Maybe, if your lucky, I can arrange for a plaque. BE SURE TO LEAVE COMMENTS.

[Harry considering whom to tell that his scar hurt] As far as informing the headmaster, Harry had no idea where Dumbledore went during the summer holidays. He amused himself for a moment, picturing Dumbledore, with his long silver beard, full-length wizard's robes, and pointed hat, stretched out on a beach somewhere, rubbing suntan lotion onto his long crooked nose.

Goblet of Fire

Pictures of a variety of things to come soon.

2006-02-07T20:58:00.000-05:00

I know it's been a while, and I'm sorry. I had so much I was going to blog about, but as fate would have it, I've forgotten most of it.

So me and Mike Walker have decided to try the sport of snowboarding. We have bought boards ($36, not bad) and I am currently looking for the other accessories required to snowboard (i.e. boots, goggles, snowpants). We have planned our first excursion for the last Saturday of February. Only free day we've had. It should be quite amusing. I went to Woodhaven Hill to try a few things on the new board. Turned out to be way too windy and more mud then snow. But I found the snowiest spot on the hill, plopped down, and strapped in. Now the last time I went "snowboarding" down Woodhaven Hill it was with a snowboard that could only go straight in a forward direction. Turns out this the real newfangled snowboards can go down the hill in any direction it wants to, you just have to tell it to go the right way. That's the hard part. You've just strapped yourself into the bindings and attempt to stand up. You get your butt off the ground and the board moves about two feet down the hill before you have to sit down again. Now remember, I'm facing both shoulders downhill. Snowboards don't go downhill that way, ski's do. But no, they have to slick the bottom of the board so that it goes down in any direction. Well I soon as I mastered the getting upright part, I'd go to twist the board so it would go downward in the right direction (right shoulder forward, and foot), but then the board would dig the toeside into the ground and I fall on my face. This whole process of standing up really quick, rotating the board even quicker, and falling on my face went on for about 5 trys. Then on the 6th I was successful in not falling after rotating the board. Yea for me! From then on it was smooth riding down the 30 or so feet to the bottom. So I think I have learned a couple things from my expedition to Woodhaven Hill (Mt. Doom). There are really only two hard parts two snowboarding (at least so far), 1) getting up and facing the right direction in one movement, 2) being able to turn while going downhill. The latter I have not had much experience with, seeing the "Mt. Doom" only gave me a 7-10 second run. But in those brief moments I attempted the turn and was unsuccessful except for a miniscule toeside turn. Which will be most helpful when getting off the ski lift. Which brings me to my next point (*when wil he shut up?!? I'm sick of reading this!): getting off the ski lift. I am not worried about the falling when getting up or snowballing down the mountain, but I am terrified of getting off the ski lift. From what I have seen and heard to get off the lift you go down a little ramp and turn left or right as soon as you have exited the chair. But the thing is, in order to get on to the lift you must have one foot out of the bindings at all times. Which means, that in order to navigate going down the little ramp the foot outside of its binding must be on the board to be able to turn it. And seeing how my luck usually goes with new things I try, my first time getting off I will go to start down the ramp and I will "trip." The chair I was sitting on will proceed to hit me in the back of the head as I am falling. I begin to get up and, once again, I fall on my face doing the rotating motion. By the time I do get up the people in the chair behind me have reached their destination and are impatient and angry with me because I am holding them up. Nervous, confused, and about to pee my nickers, I head down the ramp, only to fall halfway down (groans and uproars from the people behind me). After trying to get up and falling down again, I proceed to just slide down the rest of the way on my butt and just sit at the bottom of the ramp. I slowly shift to the side and just sit there, to scared to get up, lest I fall, to scared of the season skiiers behind me who are now laughing, pointing, swearing, and are thoroughly deeply annoyed. Yep, thats how I picture my first day of snowboarding going. Maybe with a little luck there won't be a ramp at all, you just glide off the chair (yeah, right). Well I guess I'll just have to wait and see how it goes.

I have had requests for this quote to be posted on here: "It's not hard to be a pimp with eigth grade girls." There you go guys, hope that makes your night.

Ron: "Who're you going with then?"
Fred: "Angelina."
Ron: "What? You've already asked her?"
Fred: "Good point. Oi, Angelina! Want to come to the ball with me?"

Ron and Fred Weasley
Goblet of Fire
J.K. Rowling

2006-01-23T22:11:00.000-05:00

This world can be very ironic at times. As many of you may recall, I had a debate with myself about whether or not scarves were "in" or not. Well it turns out that I have been forcibly chosen to choose a side. And I say with deep remorse, "Scarves are in." Why has he proclaimed such a bold statement so quickly? He must have really done his research this time. I wonder what made him choose that decision. Is he feeling okay? Yes, my brethren, I am alright. But the tables have been turned on me without my knowledge. As of a few days ago my loving mother (bless her) bought me a scarf. Yes, I know. How can this be?!?, you ask. Well it turns out that a store (not to be named) was having a sale on many of its items. One of theses items happened to be an orange scarf. I will leave it at that. It may be that you find me walking the corridors of our hallowed institution with an orange thing around my neck, and if you do, dont say a thing.

Just finished the 5th book (2nd time reading it actually). This installment, dubbed The Order of the Phoenix, is very invigorating and every time I read it it is like taking a dip in a cold mountain stream. In other words, it is very good.

"By all means continue destroying my possessions. I daresay I have too many."

"Don't be silly, Dawlish. I'm sure you are an excellent Auror, I seem to remember you achieved 'Outstanding' in all your N.E.W.T.s, but if you attempt to — er — 'bring me in' by force, I will have to hurt you."

"It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities."

"Remember Cedric. Remember, if the time should come when you have to make a choice between what is right and what is easy, remember what happened to a boy who was good, and kind, and brave, because he strayed across the path of Lord Voldemort. Remember Cedric Diggory."

"It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live."

"I could break out, of course, but what a waste of time, and frankly I can think of a whole host of things I'd rather be doing."

"Scars can come in handy. I have one myself above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground."

"You fail to recognize that it matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be."

"No, I was merely reading the Muggle magazines," said Dumbledore. "I do love knitting patterns."

"It’s the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more."

2006-01-06T15:36:00.000-05:00

You people just don't give up do ya? Anonymous comments will not be tolerated. Although, here is a stray comment that lost its way but deserves to be shown: "I got a scarf for Christmas. It's kinda like Joseph's multicolor coat, before he got thrown into slavery, of course. And it's got these frilly ends on it. I don't know if I should wear it in public for fear of people questioning my manhood. Anyhoo, just thought i'd add to your comments. PEACE OUT" - Anthony

Will be posting more pictures now that the DSL is up.

"Enjoying it?" said Ron darkly. "I don't reckon he'd come home if Dad didn't make him. He's obsessed. Just don't get him onto the subject of his boss. According to Mr. Crouch...as I was saying to Mr Crouch...Mr. Crouch is of the opinion...Mr. Crouch was telling me...They'll be announcing their engagement any day now."
Ron Weasley
Goblet of Fire

2005-12-29T21:57:00.000-05:00

Christmas has come and past. This year it has brought along a little thing I like to call DSL. Our family's Christmas gift to ourselves was kicking out Ol' Bessy (rest her soul, *yeah right!) and bringing in the Deion Sanders Line (DSL, cause it can charge through anything to bring you the internet). Gone are those days of two day downloads, gone are the days of no Stupid Videos or Podcasts. In its place are the days of online gaming (Halo, MOHAA), downloads cause I feel like it, and more blog posts for your viewing pleasure.

An announcement from ericsworld.blogspot.com: anonymous comments will no longer be tolerated on this site. We here at ericsworld.blogspot.com will not honor those who think it is witty to comment anonymously. Therefore, from here on out all comments wishing to be shown on this blog to the general public must have some sort of identification. Thank you for your cooperation.

Been laying in wood floors the last two days. Not the easiest job, but once you get started its really easy. Looks good so far, and we are only half way done. Feel free to come to our humble abode if you have had any experience in wood floors. Your assistance would be greatly appreciated.

"Don't be prat, Neville, that's illegal," said George. "They wouldn't use the Cruciatus Curse on the champions. I thought it sounded a bit like Percy singing... maybe you've got to attack him while he's in the shower, Harry."
George Weasley
Goblet of Fire

2005-12-22T21:53:00.000-05:00

Scarves. In style or out of style? Is it just me or are scarves coming back in style not just for the girls but even for the boys. There are almost more guys wearing scarves now. Fashion statement or just cold necks? Is it a sign of things to come? Will everyone once again be wearing scarves as part of their outdoor attire? There is also tons of different varities of these things. Average scarf is two toned, striped, and both ends (when wrapped around the neck) reach about to the bottom of the ribs. But there are also those with messages, plain colored, and ones that reach down to the feet. I guess I'll just have to give it another year or so to find out if scarves are back in. But for the meantime give me your thoughts on what you think. Leave a comment including whether scarves are in or not (if no, then will they ever be in?), what you believe is the perfect scarf (# of tones, design, message, length, material), or whether or not guys should leave them to the girls. Your replys are greatly appreciated. We thank you for participating in this survey (yeah right, as if anyone will actually comment).

Mad-Eye Moody?" said George thoughtfully, spreading marmalade on his toast. "Isn't he that nutter-"
"Your father thinks very highly of Mad-Eye Moody," said Mrs. Weasley sternly.
"Yeah, well, Dad collects plugs, doesn't he?" said Fred quietly as Mrs. Weasley left the room. "Birds of a feather..."

Goblet of Fire
J.K. Rowling
Scholastic Publishing
Copyright 2003?

2005-12-12T21:19:00.000-05:00

So Friday was Micah's social gathering. Did anything from watching about 10 recorded Whose Lines? to playing Halo 1 & 2 on the famous "big screen" (soon to be dubbed "Foe Hammer", but no one knows about that yet). You can't get much better than staying up til 5:30 chugging down Coke and Little Caesears, playing Halo, and watching the Village People sing about Horward. Good times. Can't think about too much else though that I can relay back to you about the party. So I'll leave it at that.

Read some good books lately. Began The Hobbit few weeks ago for a book report. Still haven't finished it, but it's been really good so far. Also just finished Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. Had read it before in the summer, but didn't have much time to read it and understand it because I had to return it to a friend before I left for vacation. But after rereading the book my rating stays the same. "Par excellence", JKR has a "savoir-faire" and her "elan" is demonstrated in how well she writes the "tete-a-tete's" of the characters and how she will still give them occasional "faux pas." In other words, it was very good, can't wait til the 7th, they just keep on getting better and better. But on to another great book, A Wrinkle in Time. I read it once in 5th grade and just now remembered the title of it thanks to Google. It is a very interesting story and just a little fantastical and for children. Yet still, I want to reread it, because if it can stay in my mind for five years it must have been good. Will be going to the library soon to get it and Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire to reread. Should be some good times ahead if only I didn't have so much homework. Oh well.

Yeah, someone might slip dragon dung in it again, eh, Perce?" said Fred.
"That was a sample of fertilizer from Norway!" said Percy, going very red in the face. "It was nothing personal!"
"It was," Fred whispered to Harry as they got up from the table. "We sent it."
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

2005-11-28T21:35:00.000-05:00

Just got back from Thanksgiving Break in Indiana. Had a great time there visiting with my family from all around. The whole family got to come and it was also my cousin's wife's first time to have Thanksgiving with this family. And as weird as it may seem my family celebrates Christmas on the day after Thanksgiving (since chances are we wont be able to see each other during the real Christmas break). So after loading up on food on Thursday we spent the night on Friday exchanging gifts. Also in the town in Indiana where my grandparents live there are many amish. So we spent some time and went to the amish stores and even an auction. The auction was located in a tent and the auctioneer (old amish chap) was using a microphone to relay the everchanging prices to those looking on (about 90% amish). They were selling anything from bird feeders, homemade furniture, lawn mower engines, and even land. When we came out of the store we saw them all gathered around a whiteboard and the auctioneer was chattering away (nothing like you've seen on t.v., about 10x faster). Turned out that they were bidding on piece of land about 5 acres large. They had the price up to $60,000 when the auctioneer slowed down and started talking to the bidders. He explained to them that buying real estate is the best investment you will ever make, and even though it will take ten years or so to pay off it will be well worth it. Ten years to pay off $60,000+ ? Yeah right, these people are loaded. Did I mention that the average family has about 5-8 kids? Did I mention that each of these kids drops out of school after the 8th grade and begins a job? Did I mention that the parents get 90% of the kids "income" while they are still living with them? Not only that, but these people dont have to buy gas, pay cell phone bills, get tv's or have them repaired. These people truly are rich but they wont ever spend it on anything. Good and bad.

2005-11-16T21:10:00.000-05:00

Wrestling has started.

"Is it behind the rabbit?"
"No! It is the rabbit!"
(Scene from "Monty Python and the Holy Grail")

2005-11-14T20:05:00.000-05:00

What a game. North Muskegon was very underrated going into this game. Their defense proved to be very good. Unfortunately this turned the game into a run down into their side with them in turn clearing the ball back to our side and the whole process starting over. Turned into a cycle for basically the whole game. Interrupted though by them scoring in the second half. Goal was taken back though cause the play was after the man was called offsides. Many people thought the call was questionable though. With about twelve minutes left Doran got a yellow card and was sent off. About 5 minutes later Rees got a yellow card for elbowing. A few minutes after that Edge hit the goalie in the six and did something to the ref I did not see. They played with 3/4 of their best players gone for the final 10 minutes. They stuck it out and made it into overtime. In OT they just crashed their side. NM seemed stunned. About a minute in their goalie picked up the ball with his foot (and ball) out of bounds. Ref did not seem to see it though (just like all the other plays). This play should have ended the game had it been called. But they had to wait until about 7 minutes into the OT. Big scramble in front of the net involving Edge, Rees, and NM keeper. All were on the ground poking at an unseen loose ball. Audience screams, Reees takes his shirt off and runs to the bench. Bench clears onto the field, jumps on Rees. Crowd can't stop cheering so begins "fight song." Mass confusion. State Champs!

Sprechen sie Deutsch?
Yes.
Then dropen sie dead!
(Animal and VonSchultz, "Stalag 17")

2005-11-13T21:20:00.000-05:00

We won states!!!!!!!!

Sorry I can't say much right now, kind of short on time. Expect an in depth analysis tomorrow.

Your brothers are dead.
How did they die?
They were killed in action.
But they're still in grammar school.
Aren't you James Ryan?
Yes, sir.
James Frances Ryan?
Yes, sir.
James Frances Ryan of Iowa?
Of Minnesota.

2005-11-09T16:49:00.000-05:00

It's coming!! NOVEMBER 18!! Waited a long time for this. So long in fact that it deserves a whole post devoted to it. Still don't know what it is? Well come to the Henry Ford IMAX on the 18th and find out.

"Morsmordre!"

2005-11-08T19:12:00.000-05:00

So Im gonna try switching browsers and see if that resolves the problem. Been using the default browser Internet Explorer ever since I got this G4. Finally found the errors of my ways and switched to Safari, the commonly used Mac browser. Much better, even a wee bit faster. Even the websites have little icons next to their adress. Pretty cool. But I still have to take the time to change my default browser to Safari. Maybe I could just erase Explorer and free up some memory for a new game (possible Breakout, or if I'm lucky: Super Breakout).

For now I'm just going to have to experiment to find the problem of THE DISAPEARING POSTS. But let those blank posts be a sign to you that I have stayed true to my word and have posted more often.

2005-11-07T20:02:00.000-05:00

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2005-11-02T22:20:00.000-05:00

True to my word, I am posting.

Just saw Stars Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith. Very good. Probably the best one of em all. Many sword fights and more loss of appendages than number of mac users. Interesting to see how the plot Lucas has develeped for 20 some years has finally gotten tied together. For those of you who have not seen it yet I would greatly encourage going out and buying it. Don't just rent it, this one's a keeper (LucasArts pays me to say that).

Some people out in viewer land seem to not be able to get enough of "PC Users in the Mist." I am under contract now to write a new excerpt by Christmas. Two things: 1) art cannot be rushed, 2)you pay me for my excerpts I'll rush all the art I can. So to those of you who enjoyed week 13 of the novel, be patient, more will come.

Currently working on the picture situation. Only Caleb Selstad can view the pics so far. He must be the Choosen One (haha, little does he know, please refer to paragraph 2 above).

Peace out

2005-11-01T19:10:00.000-05:00

I am resolved no longer to linger, and to make an attempt to post at least 4-5x a week. Will be hard at first, I'll have to blog about simple things. But it is a goal.

This is a demonstration of what happens to your face when you got 150mph down a runway in a car with no windshield. Please do not try this at home. This is a trained professional (or a stupid Brit).

Still waiting for a new closing line. And if anyone knows how to make a link become text please speak up [ie. bob went to the MARKET in town (the all caps being the link, duh.)]

Peace out

2005-10-31T20:19:00.000-05:00

Yeah so it's Halloween here in the States. Candy, candy, candy and more candy. America is coming obese the news says. Noooo! I wonder how that could ever happen? And in front of our very eyes?!!? Little 6 year olds came to my house tonight with pounds (yes, literally pounds) of candy in their bag. It's not like these kids are going to go jogging and then have only one candy bar a day. No, these kids will finish off their stash in about two weeks. And there is no excercise or other activities to burn off the pounds of candy added on. But hey, could just be me. I say next year we hand out nothing. Or if I come to your house have the urge to hand out free cars (cause we wouldn't want a trick now would we?). Grrrr.....fat 6 year olds. At least wait until you have an excuse.

Enjoyed the recent pcpodcast about audio. But who are they trying to appeal to here? Those "cheap" wireless mikes were in the 400 range. Like to see them buy audio equipment with the church's money. Not so easy. Although I have found some cheap priced quality audio mixers on eBay. What would we do without that place. Might buy one if anyone wants to throw a free mic and some loose coaxial cable my way. It's for a good cause. And if anyone knows how to build a transmitter please speak up, your services would be greatly appreciated. Maybe Stamper would pitch in, he gives me stuff, I broadcast to his house. Sorry, I do not know of anyone else in a closer proximity who reads this blog other than Micah. Please do not be offended.

Prizes will be offered for the person who comes up with a new closing line for the end of all my posts. Please do not be disapointed if the prize is just gold stars, some children in India don't even have gold stars.

Peace out

2005-10-17T21:04:00.000-04:00

Saturday night was an activity at the Pichan's house with Lake Orion. Everyone "hates" them, but deep down inside they enjoy being with them. Funny how things work out. Even with all that love floating around Nick and I couldn't help but get in a "fight." Love at its deepest root. But hey, they stole my flashlight. No one gets between me and my flashlight. Not even some bald guy. And even though we have this whole love hate thing they give up really easily. Let's go back to last year, winter camp. We come charging at their cabin at 12:00 at night with a simple smoke bomb. We were given the rule of not entering the cabin and we obeyed most certainly. We didn't need to go in the there to "hurt"/scare/scar-for-life them. By simply putting said smoke bomb near open window caused them to display violent aggression and tears. Oh but I can see why, smoke can be very deadly and cause the tear glands to swell thus secreting a salt water substance. NOT! But oh well, they never did get us back, and probably never will. We most likely have been kicked out of that camp for what we did that night. But I am telling you all this to prove a point. What that point is I'm not quite sure. It will come to me someday, maybe the same day Lake Orion gets us back for our actions. And maybe, just maybe, it will be the same day I stop rambling on about nothing. And if anyone from LO is reading this I am that "bully","cool kid","idiot","and other choice words."

More to come as soon as I get a pet monkey or when someone donates real money (not that Monopoly junk) to HEGACICF.

Peace out

2005-09-30T19:26:00.000-04:00

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Hope you enjoy the book. More to come soon

Peace out

2005-09-27T21:59:00.000-04:00

Day 13:

Today is a Tuesday in "PC world". There have been some drastic changes since I first joined this group of primitive individuals. I am fortunate enough to record my experiences for future mac users. Well, today I have decided to label the individuals I have come in contact with. I start with the one I call "Brandon." - when I first started referring to him as "Brandon" the others seemed to follow my actions. I think I may have come up with some coincidence in their language. My guess is that "Brandon" means quiet, tall one. This character has shown signs of not yelling at some of the others even when they are being their normal selves" stupid. Now to the next one. There is a sorta tall, one with more hair than the others. I have labeled this one "Mike". Once again the others have picked up on it and call him "Mike" too. This one has shown signs of aggression, quietness, and stupidity. He seems to exclude himself from the others by performing strange rituals. Many times I have seen him take a needle and poke himself with it. At first the others watched intently, but then interest declined and they no longer pay attention. My guess is that he was dropped on his head as a tiny pc user. There is another pc user in the group. The next one I have labeled "Caleb". He is the shortest one of the group and appears to be the youngest. But what he lacks in size he makes up for in cranial mass. This one seems to me like the comic relief of the group. It could also be he is not a full pc user because often times I (yes, I) am the only one who gets his "jokes". Also, I have seen this one, on multiple ocassions, talking to himself. The others have looked down upon it and even laughed at it, but he seems to be persistent about it. When I watch him he seems to be talking to someone on his feet, and this person seems to be making a joke because the subject laughs. Very odd tendencies this one "Caleb" has. There is another. A fast growing, white skinned, skinny, no haired, smelly, one. I have labeled this one "Subject X", but for now I will call him "Micah". This one is always carrying around some sort of pad that he continuosly writes things on. He seems to be knowing what he is doing, and sometimes causes lights to blink on the pad. This one seems to know the most about the world they live in. He will help many people who are having trouble with their pc, and he even brags to the others about being able to build one. This one tends to show some aggression. I do believe it is sparked when a supposed lady friend stops by his world. I have dubbed her "Bonnie," even though she is not part of the pc users group. His skin can go from paly white to crimson red faster than he can put a coach in a double leg takedown. He seems embarassed when she comes around and will often crawl away into his subworld of that little pad he carries. I think I heard him call it a "Pocket PC". But he is not the last member of the group. There is this one who seems to me like a vagrant wanderer. He will stay only for the food then will disapear into parts unknown. He has not announced himself an official pc user yet. He is often times comparing his world to the others. Maybe soon they will perform a very rare initiation ritual that I will be able to view firsthand. Well, now you know who I am observing. When more groundbreaking discovories are made I will have to write them down. But for now I must face being the only mac user in a world of pc users. Oh woe is me.

excerpt from "PC Users in the Mist" Chapter 1, page 15, para. 1-8

2005-09-17T21:25:00.000-04:00

Sorry to keep my public waiting. I've been busy helping to solve world hunger. It may take a little longer than I thought, so I may not post as much. But do come back quite frequently. There is a 34% chance of me actually posting. Or maybe it's 2% (the percentage of computers sold that are Apples).

Peace out

2005-08-12T22:09:00.000-04:00

Just got back from vacation up north. It was good.

Welcome to the world of podcasting, a fad that is sweeping all of those who are in reading distance of this post. I have jumped aboard the podcasting train be enthused (?) even more by the rabbi. Have my first broadcast (a test one) already recorded. It is featuring...well I guess you'll have to subscribe to it at iTunes. But currently it is sitting in my hard drive getting dusty until I can get Ol' Bessy (my 56k modem) to get workin and load my stupid web hosting site. If I can't get my podcast on the "air" in 10 days remember that I have still not given up on the requests I have made a few posts ago.

Saw a really "cool" thing at work today. The first being a vertical audio mixer. It's a thin audio mixer that can be mounted to brackets. Very nice. and space saving.

Peace out

2005-07-29T17:26:00.000-04:00

Due to no one replying to my request I have arrived at the conclusion that nobody has the equipment I desire. Although you can still earn yourself two gold stars if you make a guess about what the project is the comments. Donating any equipment will earn you 5 gold stars. Good luck!

So I got to comandeer one of those huge mowers these last few days at my job. It was one of this big ones with the two handlebars used for steering. They are really tricky at first to maneuver but then once you get used to it it is really easy and seems slower.

Been biking a lot lately. Which brings me to another request (I am so cheap). Just about every night I take my bike and go from my house, over I -75, into Flat Rock, and to Telegraph. It's and estimated 3.5 miles to that point and 3.53896 back. Unfortunately all I have is a mountain bike so I can't do much. Have raised the seat up as high as it can go and put the gears up, but it is still nothing compared to a racing or touring bike. So..... if anyone has a bike with the turn down handlebars or is used for touring please contact me via the comments. Your time is greatly appreciated here at HEGCICF. Thanks, and good night!

Peace out

2005-07-23T13:12:00.000-04:00

I am working on a little project and am wondering if anyone has any of the following they would like to get rid of: an audio mixer (doesn't have to be extravagant, more like the one the high school uses), an antenna (12 ft. would be nice even though 99% of my reading audience won't have one it is worth a try), a low powered transmitter, and a compressor/limiter. I'm pretty sure I can get coaxial cable RG-8 and a microphone from where I work but if anyone has any of those please speak up. I am willing to buy, trade or receive for free (third one is most desired). And if anyone has figured out what the "project" is, well then good for you and you get 5 gold stars.

Peace out

2005-07-14T21:53:00.000-04:00

Seems like yesterday was when I posted last. Oh wait, it was yesterday. Of last year. I am so sorry my people that you were without your fearless and forboding (and bad spelling) leader for so long. But alas, I have returned from hither and thither.

Many things have happened since last time I posted so I'll write about all I can remember. Um, am still working at the JD warehouse. I'm there Mon and Fri so drop in. Mr Selstad has already come by to see the faithful, so few why haven't you?!?! Um, and doing 6v6 soccer. Um, watching endless coverage of the le Tour de France, and still not knowing who is in the lead. Um, went to Chicago. Um, many other things.

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Peace out

2005-06-18T19:02:00.000-04:00

Have been busy (and lazy) the last few weeks so I haven't posted. But now I am. And of course now you don't get to read about all of the great events that have happened in my life because I have forgotten. I am so sorry.

Well school is out now. But work is taking its place. Started at the Jackson-Dawson warehouse Monday. Done anything from organizing things for tours to loading trucks to taking down those "lovely" open house tents to "earning my degree in coneology" (washing hundreds of cones). I work there on Mon and Fri, then some other days I work for someone else and do anything from weedwacking to cleaning gutters to installing windows. And on Wed is 6v6. So thats my schedule for the summer so far.

This next week is camp up at Northland. Should be fun. But as for now I have to listen to my drunk neighbors have an open house. People across the pond from me keep on breaking out in song every minute or so and are cranking classic rock in the meantime. Pretty funny to listen to though. The kid's drunk uncle keeps on shouting "This party sucks!" every once in a while.

Well I will be back to blog next week and will tell all about camp and such.

Peace out

2005-05-15T16:40:00.000-04:00

Yesterday was the final play performance. I went really well, and everyone rememebered their lines unlike Friday night. The audience actually laughed at the jokes and actually understood it all. Here are some memorable lines: *Hmm.. this table is filthy," "Prism! Come here! Prism, where is that baby?!?", "I could deny it if I liked," "We are,", and the most important one, "Ding-dong!"

Been trying to get someone to lend me something for quite a while now. Everytime they come over I say, "Hey, let's trade...", but to no reply. But this other day this person brought that thing to school with them. After showing it off for a while someone just randomly asks if they could borrow it for the week. And of course this person lets the other person borrow it, right in front of me. Oh well.

Peace out

2005-05-11T16:31:00.000-04:00

Found out today that word travels fast at IC. Well I guess I already knew that but this instance just proved me right. So if you want to keep things a secret around here just dont say anything. Don't ever ask a question, don't ever raise your hand, and never ever ever talk to anyone! But since that isn't possible you might as well just switch schools.

Had play preview today. Went well. There seemed to be someting funny in how I introduced myself. Oh well, I guess I'll figure it out later.

For now I must depart.

Peace out

2005-04-30T13:36:00.000-04:00

So yesterday was MACS (Michigan Association of Christian Schools). It beats school, thats all I can say. We once again pointed out that we play sports, not music. You go into this school (Bethany Christian) and the rooms are decked with MACS trophies. Their little band and orchestra rooms had more than our entire senior high and junior high combined. This is what they live for. We want to have that last minute p.k., or that last second game winning shot, or even a home run. They want to have that breathtaking performance on their oboe, or take first place in the science fair and academic testing, or even take all three places in textile design or some other weird category. I heard that some of these kids get up at 5:30 to practice their instruments before school, then practice at school, then go to a lesson, then come home and practice. Can you say obsession? They also had to wear bowties (guys) and prom dresses (girls), that would really bite. Here we are running around throwing stuff at each other and they just walk around with their sousaphone clutched under one arm hoping that they got a 1 rating. But enough said. I don't want flak from all of the people from those other shools.

And just remember, you never ask someone how long they've been diabetic. Shame on you if you ever have.

Peace out

2005-04-25T20:46:00.000-04:00

Remember Mai Ya Hee (Numa Numa Dance)? Well I have that song on my computer and was playing it today. Well I decided to crank that little sucker all the way up and put the bass boost on. Now if you've ever seen the "cute" little speakers for the G4 well you'd be surprised at what these little babies can dish out. You ever seen those big subwoofers that are cranking out the tunes how they just shake and vibrate so much. It's almost like you can see the sound waves coming out. Well thats what those little babies did. These things are like 3-4 inches tall and boy did they live up to the Apple reputation (due to bias pc owners who read this, Apple reputation is good). Who'd thunk such stylish little speakers could actually do something like that. Well little things amaze me (get it? haha, little speakers! haha). Oh well, if you were amused by the speakers please comment. If you hate me please comment.

So we have this homework thing we have to do. We have to record our calories for 24 hours. Well me and Mike decided to mess up the system (we still haven't figured out what the system is but that won't stop us from messing it up). Our normal intake is for men is 3400 calories a day. We are going to try to come close to doubling that. I figure that if I eat about 10 cookies (250 C) it out to get me close. So all today we've been snacking on chips, pudding, cookies, and whatever else we can find. Why are we doing this? I don't know. Please comment on your opinion about this.

Peace out

2005-04-23T20:07:00.000-04:00

Finally got Halo (Happy Birthday to me!). Yes, I know, it took me long enough. But have you ever tried to find a game for the Mac? It ain't an easy task. But once you find the game it is well worth the search. I personally think that this version (Mac) is better than the PC or XBox. There are more maps, more weapons, and more vehicles (rocket launcher on a Warthog, Banshee in multiplayer). Currently on level 3, I think, of the campaign. It's pretty neat so far. I also tried to do multiplayer online mode (56K rocks!). It actually worked 10x better and 10x longer than my Medal of Honor game. And no one swore at me or kicked me off. It would work fine for about the first 5 minutes you play. Then you start walking through walls, respawning 3 times at once, and having a wee bit of a delayed trigger. Then the last step is not being able to move, firing 30 seconds after you hit the mouse, and being one place one second then on the other side of the map another second. Either I didn't slow anyone down with the 56K, or they didn't mind it because it wasn't that bad, or they just never figured out that it was me who had the 56K. Remember, you can still donate to the HEGCICF. So far I have collected 50 cents (please no anonymous donations). You must be 18 or older to donate. Please consult a physician before donating. If you are Norwegian or may become Norwegian please do not donate. Do not operate heavy machinery after donating. Side affects include: nausea, upset stomach, flu, diarrhea, headaches, sweating, vomitting, dizziness, pain in the right arm, and times of choking. Thank you for donating or considering donating to the HEGCICF. (You can buy the fuscha colored wristbands at any participating Value Village).

It's driver's license time!

Peace out

2005-04-18T19:24:00.000-04:00

Schulz enters, closes the door behind him. From OFF comes
Bagradian's voice: A double-talk German gibberish in the
characteristic guttural sounds of der Fuehrer.

Schulz stops, mystified.

Bagradian stands on a stool giving a lecture to some thirty
P.O.W.s, all of them with their backs towards Schulz.
Bagradian's face cannot be seen as he holds the Mein Kampf
book in front of it. Schulz listens for a little while to
Bagradian's ranting and raving. Then he stamps his foot.

SCHULTZ
Gentlemen! Gentlemen! Attention!

Bagradian lowers the book. He too is made up as Hitler. He
raises his arm in the Nazi salute.

BAGRADIAN
Heil, Hitler!

SCHULTZ
(responding
automatically)
Heil, Hitler!

He catches himself, lowers the arm.

SCHULTZ
(jovially)
Droppen Sie dead.

BAGRADIAN
(a la Hitler)
Quiet! We are indoctrinating!
(to the others)
Is you all indoctrinated?

P.O.W.S
(in unison)
Jawohl.

BAGRADIAN
Is you all good Nazis?

P.O.W.S
Jawohl.

BAGRADIAN
Is you all little Adolfs?

P.O.W.S
Jawohl!

BAGRADIAN
Then we shall all zalute Feldwebel
von und zu Schulz! About face!

The P.O.W.s wheel around and face Schulz. They are all made
up as Hitler.

P.O.W.S
Sieg heil! Sieg heil! Sieg Heil!

After each 'Sieg heil' they raise their arms in salute.

SCHULTZ
Ach! One Fuehrer is enough! Now
please, gentlemen! Take off the
mustaches immediately. Or do you
want me arrested by the Gestapo?

P.O.W.S
Jawohl!

SCHULTZ
You would be very sorry to get a new
Feldwebel. Somebody without a sense
of humor.

These are just a few of the lines from Stalag 17. A comical movie about prisoners of war. It's a classic.

Well enjoy.

Peace out

2005-04-17T14:10:00.000-04:00

Here is another thing I made. This one is currently hanging on my dad's G.I. Joe room (see background).

Sorry its so big. Photoshop doesn't believe that I shrunk it down. Photoshop can be very persistent and naggy that way. More to come soon.

Peace out

2005-04-13T21:09:00.000-04:00

Below is a picture of what I have hanging on my bathroom door. On the paper a put a tag above it that reads: "What happens here stays here."

I will try to get more pics up here of some better photoshop funnies. This one isn't as good as the others. But for now this will do.

Peace out

2005-04-10T21:52:00.000-04:00

Well there comes a time in every man's life when he must do two things: 1) go back to school after spring break, and 2) buy a minivan. Furtonately, the second one comes optional. But, yes, it is that time of year again when we go back to school after our much earned break (earned? whatever.). The hardest part of coming back is trying to remember your locker combonitaion. It seems you can open your locker every time, but if you try to say the com to yourself you can't remember it. I guess that can be good at times because it keeps us from giving our com away even under the most stickiest of wickets (don't ask). But if you can open your locker then you are way ahead of the rest of us. The next step is remembering if we had homework or not. Some teachers think it's cool to hand out homework over break (won't mention any names), but yet it is not. So after that stage is through you just have to make it through the rest of the day. Good luck with that.

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Peace out

2005-04-07T11:33:00.000-04:00

Spring Break this week. Finally found out about that thing that people call sleep. Its so fun I'll think I'll do more of it. I just can't get enough of the stuff.

Spent most of this break redoing my room. Looks pretty cool if I do say so myself. I had this border in the middle of my room that I replaced with cork. Now it won't hurt so much when I fall against the wall. You see, I think these things out. Pain is a bad memory to relive. Hey, thats kind of a catchy quote. Remember you read it hear first (I think).

Well now I must go. And as I bid good-bye remember just one thing: "Pain is a bad memory to relive" - Eric Ritchardson (almighty scholar and well-known peacemaker to Palau and Indonesia)

Peace out

2005-03-13T20:52:00.000-05:00

Saw this video a few days ago. It has to be just about as funny as the Star Wars Kid

Here is the link:

http://uploads.ungrounded.net/content.php?id=206373&name=206373_numanuma.swf&title=Numa%20Numa%20Dance&date=1110517200&quality=b&uj=0&w=500&h=375

Hopefully it works. You'll have to watch the facial features of the kid, you'll notice something new every time. The name of the song in the background is "Dragonostea Din Tei." It is by a Romanian pop group called Ozone. Apperantly that song is very popular over in Europe right now. Also try to view the movie with subtitles. You'll crack up at what the song says.

Peace out

2005-02-28T20:15:00.000-05:00

Well I'm back by popular demand! Go ahead laugh at that if you want to.

Unfortunately on my triumphant return there is nothing i can think of blogging about so that kind of takes away from the dramatic effect. But I'm sorry. So now I will continue blogging again so it is now non-hazardous to your health to come back to this site. Thank you and good night.

Peace out

2004-11-18T19:45:00.000-05:00

Joined Fantasy Basketball in Smith's league. They play some cut-throat basketball. Unfortuately I started out a wee bit late in the "seasson" and am still in the far reaches of the outer galaxy. But Im coming up strong and my players prices are going up. Soon I will sneak up to the top and win before they even knew what hit them. Maybe the Smith will create NHL of NFL Fantasy leagues later on.

That was all I had to say I reckon. I thought I had a lot but I reckon I was wrong.

Peace out

2004-11-10T21:01:00.000-05:00

Halo 2 has now come out for xbox. Many thought Halo 1 couldnt be beaten, but the only thing Halo had to fear was Halo itself. With better graphics, more backgrounds, better weapons, use of the Banshee, and being able to wield two weapons at once all make this game great. It makes me want to go out and buy an XBox just to play Halo. But for those of you who have PS2 and Game Cube Im so sorry that you get to miss out on all the fun. Never will you guys have a big celebrated release like the XBox players have. Just save yourself the pity and trade in your console for an XBox.

Indoor soccer has started up. Joined with Billy Kirkland, Mike Walker, and Caleb Selstad. Unfortunately our team is not doing that well.We have only scored like 6 goals in our two games so far. Not very good. But it is still fun to be playing soccer.

Mike and I went to the skatepark few days ago. Pretty crazy stuff. We started off learning how to skate again. Then mastered the 1-foot tall kicker. Then found out the "hard" way that we can't grind on the rails.So we gradually moved up to going going down a ramp over a mini ramp and up a quarter pipe. I tried it the other way around and did it at first. Excited I tried it again and dropped flat on my face from like 5 feet up. So with that behind me, I climbed it again and decided to conquer it before I left. Once again it conquered me and remains to be conquered until Friday where I sacrifice my body to the ramp. Bored with those ramps we went on to bigger and better things. Also to be perfected soon.

Peace out

2004-10-25T19:31:00.000-04:00

Been a while but I'm back. Went down to Bob's World on the couple days off. Long trip down there, long trip back. But it was worth it to be have some warm air again. Went and saw Janelle at college. Hung out with her Thursday after we arrived, then left her to do homework. Then on Friday I went to classes with her. Too bad she had to go and major in biology and get all of the hard classes. Started off with Transcendental Functions (Trigonometry). Very, very boring class. Small class too. Sat in the back and watched someone play a game on his calculator. Right after that we moved on to General Physchology. Huge class of like 175 or so. Good thing about that is that you can blend in and the teacher won't notice you. So once again I watched the same guy but this time he had his laptop in front of me and was checking highlight reels at MLB.com, and I talked to the guy next to me the rest of the time. Then it was off to lunch where I was warned not to take half of the food and just settle with a PBJ. Then off to Biology. REally cool lecture room. And since our last name is an "R" we sat in the last row. Was way up yonder and the prof was way down in the valley so I just watched people passing notes which was really stupid because it would just be easier to email the person in class. Then that was it for the day and we went off campus and went places. Came back the next night for the Beta Gamma vs. Basilean soccer game. It was supposed to be the best game besides the Turkey Bowl. Hung out in the crazy section with some of the freshmen from Inter-City (Hubbard, Taylor, Wardell, McCune). Disapointing loss though to Basilean by a 1-2 score. But oh well, next year maybe.
And thats pretty much my weekend. Hope you enjoyed.

Peace out

2004-10-04T14:46:00.000-04:00

New look for the blog. Hope everyone enjoys. Seems so far people like it, but if not complain and I'll see what I can do.

Half - day today. I greatly enjoy half - days. Unfortunately, all of my teachers decided to cram every little bit of knowlege into their class in twenty minutes. Due to that we actually have homework on a half day. But I guess I should at least be thankful it is a half day. Did I mention that half days are good? But what's even better is a whole day off. But we don't get very many of those. I think it is because our school takes all of our money. Not only do we pay alot of money in tuition every month, but we have re-enrollement, normal gym uniforms, and sports fees. They also take half of our Work-a-thon money and force us to wear unpractical gyn uniforms on top of the normal ones. You'd think that with us giving the school all of this money they would be able to afford some stuff. Example: the J.V. soccer field has no benches and no grass at all. Maybe instead of spending our money on expensive vending machines they could buy some benches, or even some sod to put down on the field. Well that is my complaint about our school. Teachers who read this site please do not be offended.

Peace out

2004-09-25T18:33:00.000-04:00

Soccer. I have lived, breathed, slept, and ate soccer for the past month. Every thing I've talked about has been about soccer. When I dream, I dream about soccer. When I breath it is to get more air after running miles for soccer. Soccer, soccer everywhere. Thought it would be hard to get sick of my favorite sport, but I think I've almost reached that point. Soccer is fun when all it is is just a few practices and some games. Now it's win or die the next day at practice. Don't play well and you won't play at all. Anyway, I'll quit talking about it so that you don't get sick of it.

Can think of no other topics so will leave it at that. Please comment on who you are. You can take that either way you want.

Peace out

2004-09-22T21:20:00.000-04:00

Please feel free to make comments on this blog. Give me feedback. Tell me if you like the site. Tell me who you are. Give me some answers for the PC vs. MAC quiz. Comment on goofy vs. regular. Anything!

2004-09-20T21:24:00.000-04:00

For all of those who were so eagerly waiting the results of the PC vs. MAC results I'm sorry to dissapoint you. Unfortunately being a freshman has the downside of not knowing how to make a quiz for this site. And also frequently hitting the help key instead of the delete key. I will consult the rabbi and use his advice to concoct a little survey for the PC vs. MAC question.

Skateboarding. Art form? Lifestyle? Nuisance? Answers vary depending on who you ask. Some call it an art form. Each skater has his own distinct way of skating. They have their own way of being one with the board. Their own individual way to stand out from the other skaters. Some call it a lifestyle. Eat, sleep, and drink skateboarding. Wakeup, ride board to school, skate home, then skate with your friends. The lifestyle can be taken to far though. When everything revolves around it and your whole attitude on life becomes like Bam Margera's (sweet skater, freak though, skates just like me: goofy with a left foot push off, very few in the world do that, it makes me feel special). Some may call it a nuisance. Only parents and property owners call it this. Unfortunately there are not that many places to skate so we go to parking lots and skate there. Its the true street skating. When property owners see the paint being peeled off their rails or curbs they get mad and ban us from their place. They unfortunately take away the art form. I'll leave this one up to you again. Art form? Lifestyle? or Nuisance? Im in the middle of art form and lifestyle. Please consult your dictionary before making a bias decision, thank you.

Peace out

2004-08-30T14:30:00.000-04:00

First day of school. New faces. New lockers. New classes. New teachers. New experiences.

Kinda bummed I didn't get locker # 111 or 99. I had 55 and 88 last two years and kinda wanted to keep the whole same digit thing going. Oh well, I'll try to pick it up again next year. The new number this year is 139, so drop by sometime and say hey. It's good to be in the smart math this year. We only have 13 people in most of our classes compared to the other "half" which has 25. Small classes are good, especially for reports. And you don't have to wait as long for everyone to finish homework. More on school later.

Mac or PC? This is the question of the century [besides regular vs. goofy (go goofy)] Many people have been blinded and lied to and have chosen a PC. I mean come on, the difference is definitely clear. Its like the diference between and 8-track and a DVD (DVD being a mac). Would you rather being looking at bring two dimensional windows or colorful 3-D windows on a MAC. Example of how good a mac is: family bought a computer in '92. Still works great but it was outdated so we got a new one. That computer lasted 11 years. A computer pro told us we'd have gone through probably 3 PC's in that same time and they still would't be as good as the mac. Proof to you that MACs are way ahead of their time and they hold up great. Why do you think PC companies have to have tech support for their customers? It's because they don't hold up and they have to keep on getting fixed. There is a joke that everyone hates MACs, even hackers. Well it's true. When's the last time you've heard of a virus on a MAC? Very rare. While PC's are quite frequent, macs are so good that hackers and virus writers can't do anything to them. They hate them, they don't make them any money or pleasure at all. Im gonna leave it at that and let you decide for yourself which system is better.

Peace out

2004-08-27T13:30:00.000-04:00

This week was all devoted to soccer. Soccer, soccer, soccer. I have seen so much black and white this week I don't know the difference between a penguin and a ball. I just kick it if it's coming at me. I have been drilled so much that when I close my eyes at night my dreams are running around cones. Not only have I been drilled, but I have been running to the point of where I might attempt suicide (that was a joke, so don't call the Crisis Intervention Unit or anything like that). With all this running I'm very thankful for drugs (legal). I just load up on drugs and hope that my muscles become numb during practice. Please don't be sold on to painkillers and go to some rehab place. That would be very bad for the rep of this blog.

School. Need I say anything more? It might be good for you but I really don't like it (I would say hate, but that would be bad for the blog's rep). I have to get up early every morning now, go to school, come home, do homework, go to bed and do it all over again. It gets kinda monotonous after 10 years. More later on the "joys" of school.

Peace out

2004-08-20T16:09:00.000-04:00

Ahh... the Olympics. The time every four years when very big woman can crawl out of their Slovekian cave and throw a heavy ball 60-some feet. The time when "nerds" can take their souped up BB guns and hit a target the size of a period at the end of this sentence. The time when women can run around in kilts and whack a ball with a staff. The time when sycronized swimming and trampoline can actually be considered a sport. The time when a little country can be actually heard of by their one and only athlete who represents them. Yes... these are the Olympics. There are some pretty good events going on right now though. Michael Phelps has like 6 medals and 4 are gold already. Paul Hamm aint doing that bad either. That was a pretty exciting night of men's all around. Only an American can fall into a judge then come back and win gold. And only a male gymnast can do the splits. And then there's the pathetic men's bball team. These are supposed to be the best players in the world and they lose to Puerto Rico! Yep, that's Iverson for ya. Back to gymnastics. Those girls are so short. There are not even up to their coach's shoulder. The tallest one was 5' 5". I think they are born that way, and their parents notice their small height and know they won't be able to do much so they ship them off to gymnast school were they live for like years. Cause these girls are tiny. Very small. Midget-like. To the point of abnormal. Yes they are very small. I should take a job as an insult comic (all I need to do is get the funny part down). Well that's the Olympics for you. More later once track and field starts.

Go Cubs!!

Peace out

2004-08-12T13:18:00.000-04:00

Be patient my public. These works of art (posts) take a while to conceive. And I have had more output than other blogs I know. I am off to Indiana tonight to see family. Will not be back until Sunday so do not expect any more posts until then. But in the meantime if you need something special like an autograph or a homecooked meal email me using the wonders of the modern day internet (bmjeritch@provide.net). But for now I must keep my public waiting then I will post after my stay in the wonderfully flat land of Indiana.

This line has been stuck in my head all day so I thought I mine as well get it stuck in your heads too: "The stars shine bright tonight above Allen Park. And who are the stars?" "We are the stars!". Ahh... the wonderful days of NBT. To be reminisced upon later in life. So be patient and speak softly but carry a big stick. I'll leave you the weekend to figure that one out.

Peace out

2004-08-02T19:07:00.000-04:00

Sleep over was crazy. Whoever thought that there were so many video games? Of course me, with my mad gaming skill conquered them all. NOT! I am so stinkin terrible at video games I've pretty much given up playing them. I thought I would do pretty decent in the ever-popluar classic "Super Smash Bros." (Super Smacker). But yet I was wrong and I got defeated by Caleb in a disappointing score of 5-1 (I like to look at the happy side of it: it wasn't a shut out). Moving on in the tournament I decided to play Street. Did terrible the first game. Won the second game and proved a fact: no white boy can dunk good (stupid Kidd). Not that I was out of the tournament I decided to watch others beat their games in like twenty minutes as I try to figure out how to shoot the stupid puck in NHL. Yeah, that was cool. Me and Brandon were being demolished (don't i just make it sound so bad?) by Smith and Byers. Then we caught on to the game and starting closing the gap in each game. After our like 7th game we decided to pull our goalie to get the extra help. Well they decide to pull their's too. No problem we thought. Well in like 5 seconds they score. And then they score again. And again. So we put our goalie back in. And they score again. We only scored on their empty net 4 times. The final score was something like 19- 6.

Only got like 3 hours of sleep the whole night (or morning). Then I went to the Tally's for swimming. But it turned out they'd all rather play Halo then enjoy fresh excersise. And yeah, you guessed it, I came in last every time we played except for one. But by then it didnt matter. After Tally's it was off to softball playoffs. Stayed like two minutes then went off to Wyandotte to see this wakeboarding thingy. Unfortunately, we missed it because my mom didn't look to see what time it was. So it was off to home. Then to hear the bad news that the team was out of the playoffs. Then to do nothing until Monday.

And here we are on this cheery Monday. I volunteered at NBT to work on the buses. Left at 8:30 to pick up the kids. Dropped them off and waited for them to sign in. Then I got chosen to help with the little fourth graders. Man, those kids are crazy. We had to sit and make sure they behaved and lead the songs for them and tell them where to go. Finally we got to "rally time" and i thought it would be a little easier, but, as usual, I was wrong. It got worse and worse and worse. Kids won't stop talking, they're hitting each other, ripping off their wrist bands, and trying to leave the gym. Finally, we got to take the kids home and end the day. Well that was my weekend plus a Monday.

Peace out

2004-07-11T19:54:00.000-04:00

Been a while. But I'm back.

Just got back from vacation in Iowa. What's in Iowa you ask? Well our family has this tradition of having Christmas on someday other than Christmas. It is usually on Thanksgiving but my cousin is getting married then so it was changed to the 4th of July. Well our family rented out this cabin on this really big lake for a week. My uncle's boat broke down so our neighbors took us out on his boat. Unfortunately both days we went the air was freezing. But it was fun anyways. We went tubing w/ this sofa looking tube and I learned how to kneeboard the first day. Kneeboarding is very fun, hard to get on the thing at first but once you get the hang of it is a blast. On my last time up I tried the "easy" 360 turn and found out that you get a facefull of water when you don't do it right. The next day we went to a very calm part of the lake and learned how to wakeboard. Fairly easy to get up and stay up when you remember to have the weight in the back, but not so easy to turn when it's your first time. Yeah, I found that out the painful way. On my fourth attempt I actually stayed up until it was time to turn. The boat turned and so did the rope, unfortunately (even through all my efforts to) I could not turn with the boat and I ended up go sideways, getting the board underwater (at 30 m.p.h.) and doing a faceplant that ripped my feet out of the board (sign of a very bad fall because the feet shouldn't ever come out) and made my face tingle for a few minutes.

Also went bike riding down there in good ol' farm country. The hills weren't very fun though. Yeah those started to burn after a while. At the end of the week after biking like 20 miles, flying over the handle bars on a really high nose stall, and running into every wildlife creature imaginable I got sorta sore.

Went throught Chicago for a few hours on the way back. Ate Giardono's pizza for the first time. That stuff is so good and so thick (duh! Chicago deep dish), the cheese itself is like an inch thick. And to us Michiganders it was all upside down. Chicago has got to be one of the coolest cities in the U.S. There were so many people just on the sidewalk by the beach nonetheless on the Magnificent Mile. And the street performers in Detroit are nothing compare to theirs. There was a guy singing while playing the keyboard, a guy playing the sax, a teriible guitar player, a gut painted in bronze posing as a cowboy statue ( yeah that was cool), this group of guys playing these beat up trombones and a sousaphone, and a few groups of kids banging out a beat on the buckets. Yeah, you got to give it to Chicago, it's a pretty cool city.

Peace out

2004-06-05T21:22:00.000-04:00

So I cleaned out my locker yesterday and you wont believe what i found. Along with the usual trash and paper and junk I found a potato. Yes a potato. It is about a foot and a half long now. It turns out that I had brought the little creauture in for a science project and never used it. So I guess i forgot to take it home and it stayed in the back of my locker all year. It was in a bag and it started to grow through the bag. So by the end of the year it had grown straight up behind my books. Well I'll try to get a picture of it on here by tommorrow.

Saw the third Harry Potter movie yesterday also. She I mean it was great. She I mean the movies keep on getting better and better. Except for the second one that was so stupid and pointless. But hey now Im hooked on the series thing ( I wonder why), and can't wait to start reading the books and when the 4th movie comes out: The Phoenix's Goblet of Fire or sumtin like that.

Blogging is really weird. I feel like Im talking to myself when im making a post. So if anyone is actually reading this please tell me and tell me what u think about it.

Why?

Peace out

2004-05-22T18:26:00.000-04:00

Once again I have not blogged in a while and I have forgotten everything I was gonna say. Oh well.

Go to www.notquietnow.blogspot.com and read this person's blog. It is a very cool story and well written. But to get everything start from the beginning.

I want to go paintballing so if someone is going tell me and I'll come too. I am bored at home and I want to go shoot somebody (in a non-violent way of course).

Glad the Pistons made it out of the series with the Nets. It felt good to hold Kidd to no points since he was the one that took us out of it last year. We'll just have to see if they can hold on against the farm boys.

Played on my dad's softball team today. A guy got hurt and they had no subs so they asked me to play. Bummer I got the worst position on the field: catcher! I don't really care though it was really easy and everyone hit the ball so I had nothing to worry about. The pitcher made me mad, he told everyone to scoot in. So I pegged one at him but he caught it which kinda took away from the fun of it. But hey, who cares, at least I got to play. Oh yeah did I mention that almost everyone on the team is over 35? Yeah that was kinda funny to watch them dive for balls.

Well I'm all blogged out for now. I will try to get a picture of something on here sometime soon.

Peace out

2004-05-05T21:13:00.000-04:00

Sorry bout not bloggin. I haven't had much time.

So school stinks right now. My softball team hates me and blames everything on me even when they make a mistake. They also forget that people do have ears and they can hear what you are saying about them. They also need to realize that they others aren't as good as them but that they aren't the superstars. And they need to show respect to people who are trying their hardest. While they hate me I just will do the same to them too. And if I hit a home run I'm not going to high five them because they havent given me any respect.

My baseball team pretty much hates me too. They think that everyone is as good as them and those who aren't are just terrible players. So if I ever hit a home run during the season I won't high five any of them either.

Have you ever had people get mad at you just because you don't know an answer? They think you are smart and let you do all of the work for the team. And whenever you don't know an answer they get ticked at you cause they are too frickin lazy to even try. They just rely on you and whenever you can't help they get mad when it they should be helping too. Well now I'm sick of people trying to use my brain for their own good, so now i'm just gonna keep my mouth shut and not even help them and let them figure something out for once.

Have you ever had something stolen from the locker room? Well I have, and it makes me ticked. I mean come on, this is suppose to be a Christian school, the last thing you'd expect is stuff being stolen. I mean these people don't even care that others have worked hard for something, they just go steal it. Well when I find out who stole from me they won't be too happy the next day.

If everyone was like Brandon Miller there would be world peace. Why can't everyone else be humble and so unselfish like him. It might be a very silent world but at least people would care about each other. That's my "shout out" to you Brandon so stay cool and don't change (execpt you can talk more, please).

Peace out

2004-04-18T13:15:00.000-04:00

Well I'm back! I know that is good news for you all.

Went paintballing like three weeks ago. There were a couple of guys that showed up at the field also. We decided to have them go against us (Me, Toigo, Jenkins, Wietholter). We beat them in two out of three games. I could tell my aim had improved when I hit one of them in the butt. The kid just sat there so I used him as a "hostage". Note: don't sit down.

Spring Break was so much better without my sister there nagging me all day. I can't wait until next year when she won't be around at all.

Our bball team had its first game Friday. DCD's field is awesome. It is the best field we'll play on all year. It was a pretty boring game all in all. We beat them 11-1. Found out halfway through that Joe Dumars was in the stands watching us. It turned out his son was the firstbaseman. After the game we all walked up to him and shook his hand and got his autograph.

I have gone blank on all I was going to blog about so I'll just leave it at this.

Peace out

2004-04-04T13:08:00.000-04:00

Feel free not to come onto this site for a week. It's Spring Break and I don't really feel like taking the time to post a new blog everyday. So it's up to you what you do with your time, but if I were you I wouldn't come here for another week because you will keep on reading this boring old post.

Peace out

2004-03-24T22:27:00.000-05:00

2 more days until Spring Break!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Finished matting my photo for MACS. If you want to see it come to MACS on Friday. If you are all ready going take some time and stop by the art room to see the photo. Ahhh...MACS...the only time in the year that people either show off their talents or are forced to sing in front of some judges that never look up at you. Our school is definetly not a fine arts school and we should leave it that way. We don't want to become like Bethany and have a tuba in each classroom so whenever the kids finish their wok they can just practice their scales or whatever. Yeah, we don't want to become like that. But it is kind of bad that we lose to all of the other schools in every category (except photograohy). They spend so much time with their music that they don't get to enjoy the outdoors or the thrill of sports. While on the other hand we have plenty of time for sports and only 8 people in our band! I don't know if you can much better than that. Speaking of our band, you should come by and see us play our little ditty. Mr. Flower said that if we place he will throw us a pizza party. Hopefully that will give our group enough encouragement to do well for once.

I must sign off leaving you with the famous words of Ghandi's pet monkey: "Uwww, awww, aww, uwww, awww ,uwww!"

Peace out

2004-03-23T21:25:00.000-05:00

3 days until Spring Break!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Why did someone ever create tests? I mean who would ever think of such a terrible way to educate poor, innocent kids? And why do the teachers have to take advantage of this so called test and give two to three on the same day? Don't these teachers have something better to do than to give their students lots of work on one night while they go play hockey or watch CNN? And why am I asking so many questions? I don't know!!!!!!

Can't wait until our first baseball game. I think our team is good enough that we will have a good season this year. I finally did good in the batting cages and can't wait to hit some more right back at the coach. I'm not sure but I might become some sort of relief pitcher for Stephen and Daniel. Mark and David showed me some techniques at practice and gave me advice on how to get more power. For now I'll just try to be a good infielder and work on my skills for batting and fielding.

Peace out

2004-03-22T21:28:00.000-05:00

4 more days until Spring Break!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That is all I have to say today so I will shut up now and quit writing.

Peace out

2004-03-21T16:13:00.000-05:00

I have finished my pics that I am going to use for MACS. I have two really good pics and don't know which one to submit. It's a tough choice so I'll just have to hope that Eeni-Meeni-Minee-Mo chooses the future winning pic (which is mine).

Having two girls from a Maranatha group staying at my house tonight. Luckily I don't have to give up my room to them.

Found out that my parents will be gone from Monday to Wednesday! They are going up to Frankenmeuth for their anniversary and leaving me all alone with my overly bossy sister. Glad that they will be gone for a few but sad cause I still have to put up with Janelle.

I've been having urges to go paintballing lately. So if anyone would like to go please tell me. I haven't gone in a while and would do anything to go. My paintballs are just waiting to explode on someone.

Peace out

2004-03-17T22:05:00.000-05:00

Happy St. Patty's day everyone! Today was also my sister's birthday! She is now 18 and will be able to finally vote for anyone she wants (especially my personal favorite: the head of the education board of Brownstown). Pretty soon she will be going to college and I will miss her but for now I wish she would just move away.

People need to realize that Allen Park is not the richest and best city in MI. And also that Brownstown is not all flat land that is so open and there is so much property to choose from that it is all cheap. It is especially ironic since these people hate "concrete jungles" that they say they would rather live up north while on the other hand they make fun of the open land in the south.

Peace out

2004-03-16T22:50:00.000-05:00

Bummer of a day. The girls vball lost in quarterfinals to Lenawee. They probably could have beaten them if Lenawee didn't have this beastly animal on steiroids. They season is over and now Janelle will never again play high school vball. The boys bball didnt do much better either. They lost to Oakland by about ten points. I guess the rumor is true that it is hard to beat a team three times in one season.

Started baseball today. I learned two things: don't let the coach get hit with the ball and whenever you miss a grounder dont say "Dang it" and throw your glove down (Pasta). Of course you wouldnt have to worry about that if you had never missed the grounder in the first place.

Peace out

2004-03-10T22:07:00.000-05:00

I am mad at the computer so there will be no blog today. I am so sorry.

Peace out