Tuesday, February 20, 2007

The TV Roundup

I watch too much tv...

...first up, American Idol. I've refrained from saying much about it, until now, with the Top 24. I actually don't have a favorite just yet (I immediately spotted Pickles, McPhee, Taylor and Daughtry last year as faves), I do have a few I am hoping will do well, those being Punjab the Indian Guy (yeah, that's probably un-PC to call him that, but a, I think PC-ness is alot of the problems this country has and b, I can't think of his name, and c, you knew who I meant anyway) is really good, and of course, you gotta like Chris Sligh, and his 'fro patro'. I'm kinda liking Brandon Rogers, as far as the guys go.

I'm also an early fan of Lisa Turtle, er, Tucker's Part II, that being Jordan Sparks (I picked her out from the moment we saw her audition), and Melinda Doolittle, and I'm really diggin' Gina Glocksen. Of course, I also dug Amy Adams (her rendition of Sin Wagon was hot) and Julia Demato (she was just hot) from seasons past, and they were both booted within two weeks of the finals.

Some of these people I vaguely remember from auditions, like Jared Cotter, Haley Scarnetto, and someone tell me who the crap Leslie Hunt and Amy Krebs are? Voted out, I'd think.

Anyway, the guys kicked off the night tonight, with forgettable performances (or, what I saw, but I'll get to that).

Rudy Cardenas... to show you how memorable this guy was singing "Free Ride", I started typing right after Paul Kim sang. I had to finish the tape, type all you read below, the rewind the tape to see who started the night. Seriously, I couldn't remember this guy or his song. Now I'm rewatching it, and wishing I hadn't. Make matters worse, I forgot who sang it, so I had to go on a five minute search of the web to come up with The Edgar Winters Group. Rudy bugs me now.
Sundance Head... sang a horrid rendition of "Nights in White Satin" by the Moody Blues. What a great song (the original). Like, there is this...
Brandon Rogers... former backup singer for Usher and Christina Aguilera makes it bigtime, singing a pretty good version of "Rock With You" by Michael Jackson, a song that when iTunes finally calls me, will end up on my celebrity playlist.
Paul Kim... doing "Careless Whisper" by Wham!. Actually, it was Wham! featuring George Michael--both Paula Maddox & Mackey can attest that in the mid-80s, George Michael was relevant and actually talented, and not gay.
Chris Richardson... the judges liked his "I Don't Wanna Be" by Gavin McGraw. Me? Not so much. He seems too much of a pansy to sing a rocker song like that. Its like the inverse of Daughtry sang "How Can We Be Lovers" by Michael Bolton.
Nick Pedro... Speaking of pansy songs, this goober decides to rock out with "Now and Forever" by Richard Marx... I haven't heard that song in a while, and I'm okay with that. But this guy? I... uh... huh, what? Oh sorry, I dozed off. Kids, you want a real Richard Marx song? Go download these two: "Endless Summer Nights" and "Hazard".
Blake Lewis... the beatbox kid.

I'd love to tell you how I thought Blake Lewis, as well as Punjab, Chris Sligh and the other guys I can't remember, but I only recorded one hour, not two, cause I'm stupid.

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Next up... The Amazing Race All Stars.

I still love Dustin & Kandice. I can't tell them apart, but the fact that no one likes them because they are so competative makes me root for them. I'm also pulling for Uchenna and Joyce, though I'm sure going on a trip around the world is the perfect solution for a troubled marriage due to infertility.

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Go Dustin! Go Kandice!

Rob and Amber? How much more of Rob and Amber do we have to endure? I mean, there are other reality couples I would watch--take Ethan and Jenna, who also met on Survivor All Stars several years ago. And Mary and David, aka Kentucky, drive me nuts. I don't find them cute or precious or whatever... I find them stupid and annoying. Lose, darn you both.

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It's still too early to know what to think about Survivor Fiji. As it usually takes a few weeks to pick out who I like and don't, I'm still in that "learning" phase. Building off last season's "race groups", this group is totally diverse. Not a blond hot chick in the bunch.

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I freakin' love Lost. Absolutely love it.
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I wanted to keep watching Heroes and Jericho, but I just ran out of time. I've resigned to catching up on Scrubs and CSI on dvd, andthe jury is still out on Studio 60 and Grey's Anatomy as to whether we'll ever be able to catch up.

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Do you ever get sucked into infomercials? Usually those for the Magic Bullet or OxyClean don't do it for me, but when I stumbed upon a CD Collection informercial, I stop. And, like this one on right now, I'm hooked.
Hosted by Air Supply, its 1,377 of my favorite soft rock hits on 509 CDs, for only 76 easy payments of $38.99 apiece.
Seriously, I watch them mostly to catch songs that I've forgotten. Out of my 8,000+ songs on my iPod, how I've lived without "Lowdown" by Boz Scaggs all this time, I'll never know.
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Even the nights are better with Air Supply, cause their makin' love... outta nothing at all (makin' love) out of nothing at all (makin' love) out of nothing at all.
And I love the concert footage they toss in there... who knew that Linda Ronstadt was once so thin? Who knew that Exile looked like the guys from Nelson? Who knew that Rupert Holmes had something out beside "The Pina Colada Song"? Who knew that Bonnie Tyler (Total Eclipse of the Heart) looked like a Gremlin? Who knew that Cliff Richars even existed?
And if I'm Lindsay Buckingham from Fleetwood Mac, I'm totally hacked off that my band was so cool in the 70s, and is now on the same CD as Elton John, Kim Carnes and the guy who wrote the theme song to the Golden Girls.
Holy crap, if I order using my credit card right now, they'll also send me a CD with 20 unforgettable classics from 1977! All mine to preview for the first 30 days for only $9.95.
Having been a music fan growing up in the 80s and 90s, what frightens me is that in 2017, I'll flip channels one day and stumble upon Lisa Loeb and Darius Rucker from Hootie, hosting "Unforgettable Hits of the 90s", with 149 hits from the 90s on one fabulous collection, featurng Dead Eye Dick, Ace of Base, Chumbawumba, and who can forget this 1993 hit from SWV (launches into a bad video footage clip of "I'm So Into You").
...I watch too much tv.

Friday, February 16, 2007

Singled Out

I don't know Paige Benton. I've never met her, but if I ever do, I'll tell her what an impact she made on my life by writing the words you'll read below.

I think it was Drew Morris who emailed me this essay, written by Paige, all about being a Christian Single in Married Christian World. And it blew me away. So with this being Valentine's week, I thought I would send a shout out of encouragement to any single folk, and a reminder to the marrieds... this is entitled "Singled Out By God for Good"

Had I any vague premonition of my present plight when I was six, I would have demanded that Stephen Herbison (incontestably the catch of the second grade) put his marriage proposal into writing and have it notarized. I do want this piece to be practical, so to all you first-graders: CARPE DIEM.

Over the past several years I have perfected the artistry of escape regarding any singles functions—cookouts, conferences, Sunday school classes, and my personal favorite, putt-putt. My avoidance mechanism is triggered not so much by a lack of patience with such activities as it is by a lack of stomach for the pervasive attitudes. Thoreau insists that most men lead lives of quiet desperation; I insist that many singles lead lives of loud aggravation. Being immersed in singles can be like finding yourself in the midst of "The Whiners" of 1980's Saturday Night Live—it gives a whole new meaning to "pity party."

Much has been written in Christian circles about singleness. The objective is usually either to chide the married population for their misunderstanding and segregationism or to empathize with the unmarried population as they bear the cross of "Plan B" for the Christian life, bolstered only by the consolation prizes of innumerable sermons on I Corinthians 7 and the fact that you can cut your toenails in bed. Yet singles, like all believers, need scriptural critique and instruction seasoned by sober grace, not condolences and putt-putt accompanied with pious platitudes.

John Calvin’s secret to sanctification is the interaction of the knowledge of God and knowledge of self.

Singles, like all other sinners, typically dismiss the first element of the formula, and therein lays the root of all identity crises. It is not that hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, but that life has no tragedy like our God ignored. Every problem is a theological problem, and the habitual discontent of us singles is no exception. Can God be any less good to me on the average Tuesday morning than he was on that monumental Friday afternoon when he hung on a cross in my place? The answer is a resounding NO. God will not be less good to me tomorrow either, because God cannot be less good to me. His goodness is not the effect of his disposition but the essence of his person—not an attitude but an attribute.

I long to be married. My younger sister got married two months ago. She now has an adoring husband, a beautiful home, a whirlpool bathtub, and all-new Corningware. Is God being any less good to me than he is to her? The answer is a resounding NO. God will not be less good to me because God cannot be less good to me. It is a cosmic impossibility for God to shortchange any of his children. God can no more live in me apart from the perfect fullness of his goodness and grace than I can live in Nashville and not be white. If he fluctuated one quark in his goodness, he would cease to be God.

Warped theology is at the heart of attempts to "explain" singleness:
•"As soon as you’re satisfied with God alone, he’ll bring someone special into your life"—as though God’s blessings are ever earned by our contentment.
•"You’re too picky"—as though God is frustrated by our fickle whims and needs broader parameters in which to work.
•"As a single you can commit yourself wholeheartedly to the Lord’s work"—as though God requires emotional martyrs to do his work, of which marriage must be no part.
•"Before you can marry someone wonderful, the Lord has to make you someone wonderful"—as though God grants marriage as a second blessing to the satisfactorily sanctified.

Accepting singleness, whether temporary or permanent, does not hinge on speculation about answers God has not given to our list of whys, but rather on celebration of the life he has given. I am not single because I am too spiritually unstable to possibly deserve a husband, nor because I am too spiritually mature to possibly need one. I am single because God is so abundantly good to me, because this is his best for me. It is a cosmic impossibility that anything could be better for me right now than being single. The psalmists confirm that I should not want, I shall not want, because no good thing will God withhold from me.

Such knowledge of God must transform subsequent knowledge of self-theological readjustment is always the catalyst for renewed self-awareness. This keeps identity right-side-up with nouns and modifiers in their correct place. Am I a Christian single or am I a single Christian? The discrepancy in grammatical construction may be somewhat subtle, but the difference in mindset is profound. Which word is determinative and which is descriptive? You see, we singles are chronic amnesiacs—we forget who we are, we forget whose we are. I am a single Christian. My identity is not found in my marital status but in my redemptive status. I 'm one of the "haves," not one of the "have-nots."

Have you ever wondered at what age one is officially single? Perhaps a sliding scale is in order: 38 for a Wall Street tycoon; 21 for a Mississippi sorority girl; 14 for a Zulu princess; and five years older than I am for me. It is a relevant question because at some point we see ourselves as "single," and that point is a place of greater danger than despair. Singleness can be a mere euphemism for self-absorption—now is the "you time." No wife to support? No husband to pamper? Well, then, by all means join three different golf courses, get a weekly pedicure, raise emus, subscribe to People.

Singleness is never carte blanche for selfishness. A spouse is not a sufficient countermeasure for self. The gospel is the only antidote for egocentricity. Christ did not come simply to save us from our sins, he came to save us from our selves. And he most often rescues us from us through relationships, all kinds of relationships. "Are you seeing anyone special?" a young matron in my home church asked patronizingly. "Sure," I smiled. "I see you and you’re special."
OK, my sentiment was a little less than kind, but the message is true.

To be single is not to be alone. If someone asks if you are in a relationship right now, your immediate response should be that you are in dozens. Our range of relational options is not limited to getting married or to living in the sound-proof, isolated booth of Miss America pageants. Christian growth mandates relational richness. The only time folks talk about human covenants is in premarital counseling. How anemic. If our God is a covenantal God, then all of our relationships are covenantal. The gospel is not about how much I love God (I typically love him very little); it is about how much God loves me. My relationships are not about how much friends should love me, they are about how much I get to love them. No single should ever expect relational impoverishment by virtue of being single. We should covenant to love people— to initiate, to serve, to commit.

Many of my Vanderbilt girls have been reading Lady in Waiting, a popular book for Christian women struggling with singleness. That’s all fine and dandy, but what about a subtitle: And Meanwhile, Lady, Get Working. It is a cosmic impossibility for God to require less of me in my relationships than he does of the mother of four whose office is next door. Obedience knows no ages or stages.

Let’s face it: singleness is not an inherently inferior state of affairs. If it were, heaven would be inferior to this world for the majority of Christians (Mom is reconciled to being unmarried in glory as long as she can be Daddy’s roommate). But I want to be married. I pray to that end every day. I may meet someone and walk down the aisle in the next couple of years because God is so good to me. I may never have another date and die an old maid at 93 because God is so good to me. Not my will but his be done. Until then I am claiming as my theme verse, "If any man would come after me, let him. . . "

Monday, February 12, 2007

The Billy Joel Ballet & Musical Revue

So, my lovely wife Steph bought us two sets of Broadway tickets for Christmas… one was Twelve Angry Men, which is one of the best productions I have ever been too. Simply amazing.

My Top Ten Favorite Billy Joel Songs:
10) "New York State of Mind", from the album
Turnstiles… maybe its just my love of the city, my heart for its people, maybe its just the piano and the slow tune, but what a great song.

9) "Allentown", from the album
The Nylon Curtain… Its referring to Allentown, PA, and the mayor was so honored that this song was about his city, he wanted to make this the official song of Allentown, give Billy Joel an award or whatever… funny thing, it’s a total negative take on the town, from the perspective of a mill worker who gets laid off due to the fact that… well, the town sucks. I love music.


The other was
“Movin’ Out”, which is one of the productions I have ever been too. I guess I should back up and explain that Stephanie and I both love Broadway musicals and stageplays. I’ve been blessed enough to have seen professional productions of:
Rent (after seeing the movie, I want to see the show again because I think I understand the show now... or maybe just to hear "Light My Candle" and "Over the Moon", two of my favorite Broadway tunes),
Fame (ugh. I was pumped up for the theme song, and they sing like, two lines)
Best Little Whorehouse in Texas (if you can handle boobies... okay, not "handle" but stand to see them, watch the film, not the show)
Blast (it's like Stomp, with real drums, not garbage cans, and not as much fun)
Thoroughly Modern Millie (just a fun, goodtime show)
Swing (bored to flippin' tears)
Chicago (I would have killed to see Paige Davis in this show, if only for the skimpy costumes)
Phantom of the Opera (Seen it once, its kind of mandatory I guess. I would watch it again, just to say "Hey, I've seen it twice. But if there is ever a case of ruining a show with the wrong people in the wrong parts, this is it)
The Producers (I really enjoyed this, but I would love to see with Matthew Broderick & Nathan Lane)
The Graduate (Lorraine Bracco stood naked onstage. This wasn't a good thing. I did get to meet her later, though, fully clothed.)
Aida (This ended up being loads better than I thought it would be)
Starlight Express (However, this did not. Of course, what did I expect when you cross roller skates, toy trains and the 1980s?)
Defending the Caveman (seen it twice... absolutely hysterical)
The Lion King (seen it twice... the costumes are the key)
Urinetown (seen it twice... holy crap this show is funny funny funny)
Stomp (seen it twice, and would watch it a dozen more times)
Les Miserables (seen it 3 times, am blown away each time... you can judge this show on one song--Eponine's "On My Own")
and possibly the most fun ever, Mamma Mia, which I’ve seen 3 times and plan on seeing again this coming spring.
Including seeing most of these, many with me, Steph has also seen Miss Saigon, 42nd Street and Ragtime.

Oh yeah, there's Cats… I went to see it the second time because the first time despite being on a date with the lovely Kappa Delta Kate Lewis in 1995, I fell asleep… and being awake the second time, I liked it better asleep. It’s like the movie “Showgirls”. It was such a horrifically crappy movie I actually turned it off mid-way through it, and for someone who likes “Black Dog” and “Mo Money”, that’s saying A LOT. Anyway, I thought perhaps by watching it a second time, it might be better… oh no. It was crappier the second time around. Still haven’t finished it. Jessie Spano, what have you done?

8) "Just the Way You Are", from the album The Stranger… such a tender song. And with Valentine’s Day coming right up, how can you not like this song… unless you’re stuck in a relationship limbo, then how can you like this song?

7) "Movin’ Out (Anthony’s Song)" from the album The Stranger… Sergeant O’Leary is walking the beat, at night he becomes a bartender. He works at Mr. Cachatorrie’s, down on Sullivan Street, across from the medical center. He’s trading in his Chevy for a Cadillac-ac-ac-ac….

I say all of this to tell you that we aren’t rookies at this, we’re both huge theater buffs—okay, also to get a record of all the shows I’ve been to in case I forget, and also to brag about all the shows I’ve seen and you haven’t, but humility has never been something I’ve professed to own—so we really look forward to any chance we get to see something such as the above listed shows… well, maybe not Fame, Starlight, Whorehouse and Swing, four shows I didn’t enjoy at all.

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I think the most disappointing thing was that Stephanie and I really, really wanted to love this show. At least, I did.
Where was I? Oh, “Movin’ Out”… okay, the fun of Mamma Mia is that they incorporate the songs of ABBA actually into the storyline, and the music is sung in context with the comical story. It’s marvelous. Absolutely marvelous. So, when I found out that Billy Joel was lending his music to a similar type show, I was just ecstatic… and it was called “Movin’ Out”? One of my top ten favorite Billy Joel songs? Rock on! It can’t be anything but fantastic, right?

6) "The Downeaster Alexa", from the album Storm Front… not really sure why I like this song. I mean, its about fishing on a boat called the Downeaster Alexa. I hate fishing. But it’s a powerful, powerful song--actually, more narration--sung loud and brash, about a man who’s in desperate need because he’s got a family to take care of. He’s trolling the Nantucket sound, but “…there is no luck in swordfishing here…” From what I understand, he wrote the song, using his daughter’s name, Alexa Ray. And “Downeaster Alexa” is a cool name. I wonder if Downeaster Alexa Dollar would be a good name. Steph?

5) "She’s Always a Woman", from the album The Stranger… She only reveals what she wants you to see. She’ll promise you more than the garden of Eden, then she’ll carelessly cut you and laugh while you’re bleedin’. Yeah, I dated her. I won’t tell you who she is, but if you read A Love Story in Three Acts, you might have a guess.


The morning of the show, we saw one of my best mates, Michael, and he told us he and his wife Ashleia had seen it the previous night… and they weren’t enthused at all. I thought, “Well, he’s not a big musical person like Steph and I, so perhaps we’ll appreciate it a little more…” Then we met Randy Latta, daddy to Matt, and he and his wife Lisa told us the show was disappointing. Something about “one guy singing the whole thing” and “lots of dancing” and such… afterwards, Stephanie and I were both completely confused. What did he mean, one guy singing? The whole thing? Is this a musical, or a concert?

We get the program, and I flip to the songs, which all have characters listed by the song titles, leading me to assume that those would be the characters what would be singing the aforementioned songs. And we found quickly, we were wrong. Taking Randy Latta’s advice, we had read the story recap, which we’re glad we did, because we wouldn’t have had a clue what was going on.

The whole thing was one guy and his band singing Billy Joel songs from a balcony, and a bunch of people dancing. Granted, the guy singing, the band playing and the dancers dancing were very, very, very talented… I mean, very talented. The guy was nailing Billy Joel’s music perfectly, the band was entertaining, sometimes just to watch, and the dancers were very gifted in what they were doing.

4) "Piano Man", from the album Piano Man… When I was a kid, I used to hate this song. I think it was just too long, because I felt the same way about American Pie, but now I’m all growed up and have a much finer appreciation for lyrics that slightly go deeper than “how come every time you come around, my London London Bridge is going down”. The album cover still creeps me out, though.

3) "Only the Good Die Young", from the album The Stranger… as a Christ-follower, I’m not sure I really should like this song. I mean, honestly, I shouldn’t sing the line “I’d rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints” but this song makes me just darn skippy happy. And they only sing a ¼ of it in “Movin’ Out”, those jerks.

Still… I was kinda bored. I really was. It was hard to understand really what was going on, and even with the music, if you didn’t know the lyrics of many of the songs, how would you know what was going on with Brenda and Eddie? They had it all ready by the summer of 75, I guess. It also didn’t help that the lead, the guy who played Eddie, looked remarkably like the character actor guy who played that guy in "Not Another Teen Movie". And honestly, that meant I really couldn’t take him seriously the whole show, not when I’m seeing that stupid kid’s face in my head.

I guess the guys who put the show together didn’t want to copy Mamma Mia’s format, with the songs being sung by characters within the show, but here’s the thing… I wouldn’t have minded one bit had they done that. Not at all. It would have been kind of fun to see one of the characters bust up with “Only the Good Die Young”, or have a marathon dance-off with “We Didn’t Start the Fire” (which, by the way, is one of the most ingenious songs ever written, yet still one of my least favorite Bill Joel tunes).

Overall, it was an okay show. It wasn’t what I was expecting, though to be truthful, I’m not really sure what I was expecting. And as Steph said when we walked out, “Well, at least we can say we’ve seen it.”

2) "The Longest Time", from the album An Innocent Man… come on, who doesn’t like this song? If you don’t at least find your foot tapping a little bit, or are at least fighting temptation to snap your fingers and say “wha-oh-ah-oh… for the longest time”, you’re a communist. And I mean that in the most affectionate way. By the way, this is the album that also features "Leave a Tender Moment Alone","Tell Her About It" and "Uptown Girl".


1) "Scenes from an Italian Restaurant", from the album The Stranger… I don’t even know how I came to like this song. I think, like American Pie and Hotel California, it just sorta happened. Brenda and Eddie, popular steadies, hook up, break up, hook up, break up, shop at Sears, go broke and so on… all with a bottle of red and a bottle of white.
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The genius that is... Billy Joel.

Random Billy Joel story… so I have the box set that incorporates Billy Joel’s Greatest Hits, Volumes I, II and III. It’s a great set that also includes liner notes on the songs and such, and my only beef with it is that it does leave off “Leave a Tender Moment Alone”, probably my 11th favorite Billy Joel song. Anyway, it’s got a 4th disc, which is a live CD where Billy not only takes requests from the audience, he tells the story of the song before he sings it. He goes through several, including a line by line explanation of “Piano Man”.

And you know what really bugs me?

I LOST IT!!!! I have no idea what happened to it… while living at The Deuce, it one day up and disappeared. Now, had this been Volume I, II or III, I would have just replaced the disc by buying that album. But this live CD is one that only comes in the box set. Not good times. Bad times.

Friday, February 09, 2007

Top 5 Coolest Things of 2006

Next year, when I do the Top 100 Coolest Things of 2007, I plan on starting at the end of December, and have it all written out just so I can post it in like, ten consecutive days. Anyway, here’s the Five Coolest Things About 2006:

5. “Everybody to the Limit”
“Come on fhqwhgads… I see you jockin’ me. Trying to play like, U No Me.”

Do you know who Homestar Runner is? Better yet, do you know who Strong Bad is? Well, you should. Homestar Runner is a Flash website full of computer animated cartoons, featuring such goofy characters as Homestar, an armless lisp talking nice guy, Bubs, the owner of the concession stand who’s always awesome, Marzipan, a broom-like chick who is Homestar’s girlfriend and Strong Bad, who is a rebel cool guy.

On the website, Strong Bad answers emails, but sometimes does other things, like do music videos… like the fifth coolest thing in 2006, “Everybody to the Limit”.

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Strong Bad, conferring with The Cheat

It makes no sense. Absolutely none. It starts out with the words “Come on fhqwhgads, come on fhqwhgads… everybody to the limit, everybody to the limit, everybody come on fhqwhgads…”
Through the video we see various random items, including the New York Subway, Strong Bad enjoying a bottle of wine, both John F and Bobby Kennedy (or at least portraits), a monster whiffle ball, plus The Cheat (another character) with gold crunk teeth.

And honestly… its one of the funniest freakin’ things I’ve ever seen in my entire life. I’ve watched it a few dozen times by now, including twice while typing this. You owe it to yourself to get in a very, very silly mood (the kind that makes you laugh hysterically at Napoleon Dynamite and Dodgeball) and check this video out immediately.

Man, fhqwhgads… you’re just making yourself look worse. I mean, everybody’s just gonna feel sorry for you. I mean, I do.

4. Senator Rick Green’s 4th of July Sermon
On the weekend of Independence Day, 2006, we attending Valleydale Church (an sbc fellowship) were treated to a phenomenal sermon. Our regular pastor was on sabbatical for the summer, and we’d been given the pleasure of listening to Antjuan Marsh, Wade Morris and others… but on this day, we were given Rick Green, a senator from Texas.

Rick Green is what you would call a Biblical Declaration of Independence scholar, I guess. And his sermon was all about the brave men who put forth their name on the document that stated, among other things, we were to be free of British rule. And his sermon was all about the faith, the love of God and the holiness of those said men.

A painting of the signing of the Declaration of Independence went on the big screen in the church. And there, he began to go one by one, naming the men featured, telling a little of their back stories, everything from blacksmiths to lawyers to politicians to Bible scholars and more… all connected by the fact they signed the Declaration. And, of course, all connected by the fact they were solid Christ-followers and believers in a one true God.

He told us that even the least of the believers, Benjamin Franklin, a guy who didn’t necessarily consist of the Christ-like tendencies of the others, still believed in one true God, still believed in God’s son Jesus. It was more knowledge put forth about the Declaration of Independence that I had ever heard, including multiple viewings of National Treasure.

And his point? To dispel any myth that might come along that this nation wasn’t founded on a belief in God. To discard any lie tossed out there that says that men like Jefferson, Hancock and so on weren’t really Christians, weren’t really followers of the Bible and of Jesus, but just monotheists who were just eager to worship whoever they wanted—they did want that freedom, the freedom to all worship God alone. And that is cool.

3. “Black Horse & the Cherry Tree”
How great is this song? From the moment it starts with the “two three four!” to the memorable “whoo hoo”… (Steph and I saw a comedian talking about this song, and he just mumbled some unintelligible words, then shouted out Whoo Hoo!, to which Steph laughed and said “Yeah, that’s how I feel!”)… the song had me hooked.

KT Tunstall is a British singer/songwriter, singing about a tussle between her and her heart, something about a horse, a cherry tree tossed in there, lots of Whoo Hoos, several No No Nos, a couple of “not the one for me!” yelled out and whatever else… what does it all mean? You know, I’m not quite sure. But, I never fully understood the true meaning of “Head Over Heels” by Tears for Fears, yet that song has remained #5 on my all time favorite song list for over seven years.

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KT, with her guitar and her recording-floor-thingy

Anyway, what really gets me about this song is not just the video, but seeing her do it live on Letterman & Leno. This chick is TALENTED. She stands alone with a guitar, a drum and some sort of recording contraption on the floor in front of her. She beats on the drum to get a rhythm going, then sings “Whoo Hoo” a few times. When she sings the “Whoo Hoo”, she presses a button on the recording-floor-thingy, and suddenly, you hear the “Whoo Hoo” in the background. Then she does the same thing with the drum, then the tambourine. When the “Whoo Hoo” and the drum and the tambourine are all going in the background, she starts playing the guitar and singing the song. It’s amazing… (I’m actually listening to it right now, kinda getting’ into it…)

By the end of the song, she’s got a drum beat, a tambourine, a hand clap, a mouth harp, a bunch of “Whoo Hoo”ing, background vocals, some “no no no”ing… all playing in rhythm behind her while she plays guitar and sings, by herself on stage. That is cool.

2. The Family Festival in Stamford, CT
When I was in NYC, most of you know I blogged the entire mission trip, including one pivotal day when we helped host a family festival for Encounter Church, in a park in Stamford, CT. You can read about the whole day here, but following is what I wrote specifically about that on event:
Landon was already down there, as was Alan, his wife, and the stairstep children. Landon was driving a big U-Haul truck, with a trailer attached to it, and Alan had his van, all full of stuff. We began setting up little by little, putting up collapsable tents, setting up tables for food, unloading all the food, the grill, hauling out the moonwalky things (they're called bouncies or bounce-houses, which actually makes more sense than "moonwalk") and all the other fun things needed to put on a festival.
It took well over an hour to set up, and we still weren't quite done when 4pm--the start time--came around. Give you the picture... we've got two big tarp/metal frame tents side by side, with three tables running across the front, and one on each side. BBQ grill in the corner. About twenty yards to the right and up of the tents is another tent, our "registration tent". Directly in front of the two big tents, about twenty yards, is a row of chairs, each with supplies for games set up in them... games like "ring toss" and "hula hoop challenge" and other stuff. On the left side of the tents is the two bounce houses, laying flat on the ground.
I grabbed a hand truck and walked around the main field--and this is a huge, huge field, mind you--and gathered garbage cans to place around the perimeter. Though its good to be safe, apparently the health department had given Landon and Encounter Church a big list of stuff they had to abide by, like no food sitting on the ground, even in its packaging, coolers had to be drained of melted ice water at all times, that water itself had to be dumped in bathroom sinks and not just on the pavement or grass, people couldn't get any food for themselves, we had to hand them the hot dog and bun on a plate and so on.
We set up the food stuff under the two big tents, and Tim took over the grill. I was elected to do popcorn, because somehow I slightly remembered how to do it a year ago, while Cindy was doing sno-cones. J-Bo, Mama Faith and G-Ann were manning the hot dog buns next to Coach Tim's grill, and Gary, Margie and Abby Lohan were going to do registration to begin with. Kid Sister was doing chips and Natedawg was doing the Oreo cookies (we had to serve people both of these normally accessible items). Landon wanted everything done by the book because we wanted no room for anyone to say anything.
Across the field, there is a guy who runs the Cove Cafe, which sells drinks, hot dogs, burgers and other beach type foods, and he's not happy. You can imagine, because he makes his money selling $3 dogs, and here's this bunch of church folk giving food away for free. Landon talks to him for a while, and he seems to disappear for a while.
So, 4pm rolls around, and we've got a problem. The bounce houses are still flat on the ground. The generator provided for us isn't working, and not only can we not inflate the inflatables, we can't run the sno-cone or popcorn machine. I look around, and we have maybe a dozen or so people who have shown up. Truth be told, I'm praying for 100. We'll see.
Another generator arrives, they hook it up, they still can't get it to work. I walk over and watch what's happening, then I take a step back and utter these exact words: "Father God... I pray you bless this afternoon and everything that walks within our sight. In the name of my Lord Jesus Christ, I banish any of Satan's demons from this area, that these generators will work." And when I said the word "work", instantaneously, I saw Landon leap up with his hands in the air, I hear Mark yell "Yeah!!" and I hear the roar of a generator engine. It was one of the coolest things I've ever seen in my life. God rocks my face off.
So we got the extension cords stretched, plugged in the sno-cone and popcorn machine, and we were off. I poured in the oil and kernals and waited for it to pop... then the plug came unplugged. So we plugged it back in, and a few minutes later, the generator somehow was switched off (Cindy was yelling across the field for Chuck or Mark, as you could see one of the inflatibles come uninflated with kids in it... it was kind of funny), and when it was switched back on, I finally, FINALLY, had my popcorn. And we rolled.
And the people started coming. And coming. And coming. And coming. And coming. And coming. Then, more came. It was absolutely unbelievable. G-Ann and Mama Faith are trucking out buns as fast as they could go, Coach Tim was putting on dogs by the dozen, J-Bo was over there helping, Kid Sister and Natedawg were tossing those chips and Oreos, I was filling popcorn bags like crazy, and Cindy was throwing down on the sno-cones. She had a line like you'd see at a movie theater concession stand, about ten kids deep, for about ten or twenty minutes... it stopped when we just ran out of ice. So a few guys went to get ice.
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Here's the field from a distance... I had to walk back a bit to get everything in. Right about now is when the people really started pouring in.
It was amazing just watching this area just fill up. Even things that seemed to be bumps in the road, like when the Cove Cafe guy came back, ended up working out for God's glory. The guy said that he normally makes 300 to 400 in a typical afternoon, but he had made $15 since 4pm (it was around 630ish when he came back). Landon told him he'd write him a check for the difference. The guy said that wasn't necessary, but Landon said "Look, man... we want to come back, and we want to keep favor with you, so whatever we can do to establish and maintain a good working relationship, we want to do it." They talked for a while, and seemingly came to an agreement that they would work out when Encounter came back. Landon said later that he plans on sending the guy a $500 check.
I finally took a break, leaving the popcorn in the capable hands of Natedawg, and had a dog myself... actually, two. I went and sat in the middle of the field, looking all around me, and had tears in my eyes. It was so amazing, all of our prayers, all of your prayers, God's plan, God's wonderful, beautiful plan to give us a gorgeous day with the breeze blowing, a team that was put here for a purpose one by one, it was so joyous and beautiful to see it all come together.
In order to eat, all people & families had to do was fill out a registration card, sort of like a communication information card that Valleydale Church (an sbc fellowship) has. They got a green Encounter Church rubber wristband and were free to do whatever. Around 7pm, Gary said they had a stack of cards several inches thick, and Landon told us later he estimated at least 300 cards with about 500 or 600 names on them.
What's more, all through the evening, I could overhear people asking about the church, where it met, what it was all about, the location and so on. Remember Julissa? She was in the prayer requests yesterday--she lit up with a smile when we told her we prayed for her. And tonight, she ended up helping run some of the games and such, and later ended up serving popcorn.
This is the food tent... at around 745pm, when were running out of just about everything.
I helped Landon's wife Christy do some face painting, but not for long. My hand was too shaky, I felt too jumpy and excited to sit still. Besides, I've face painted before... the early requests are "stars" and "hearts" and "rainbows"... by the end of the night, its "can I get a puma perched on a bedrock of slate, waiting to pounce on a gazelle, with ravens flying in the background?"
Through the course of the evening, we all switched places doing different jobs, though Coach Tim stayed with the hot dogs on the grill and Mama Faith and G-Ann kept with the buns and condiments.
If I can be personal for a minute... I needed to see this happen. Not that my faith was lacking a miracle to make it click, but I am so revitilized by tonight! I teared up three different times, first in the field, then talking to Todd and Sharon and Kid Sister, then later talking to Coach Tim, just at the amazing blessings God was pouring out on us. All of our work passing out fliers, which most of us didn't even want to do, all of our prayers we gave to Him for this one night to go decent came to frution in dozens of connections made by Encounter Church to the community, tons of good will built up with the people there, further connections made by us to some of the VBS kids and other adults, hundreds and hundreds of information cards, hundreds and hundreds and hundreds and more names that Landon now has to work with... I just smiled for hours and hours on end.
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Me and Kid Sister (named so because everyone else on the trip has family, so I claimed her as my own)... We're both wearing smiles we can't get rid of.

By 7pm, we were already out of ice, and had to send someone else for more--making this the second time we were out. We loaded up all three coolers full of the last drinks we had, that being a few cases of bottled water, a few cases of Cokes and some Diet Coke, and by 730ish, before they even had time to get cold in the little ice we had, they were gone. At 740, the mustard was all gone. The ice arrived, but the drinks, save for a few Diet Cokes, were all gone. I spent much time running all over the field trying to gather garbage cans with a hand truck, because all the ones I had gathered were overflowing. People were still registering at 8pm, when we were shutting things down. I saw one family sitting in the grass, eating hot dogs and sipping watered down sno-cones... as I passed by, I smiled, and both said "Thank you for doing this. Thank you so much."

Of course, then we had the fun part--the tear-down process. Didn't matter... I was so happy and overjoyed, I could have loaded that truck by myself... it might have taken a while, and eventually stolen some of my joy, but it was awesome anyway. Across the bike trail, in another field with a covered area, they were having a clambake (I know this because when Courtney the Stairstep Child and I took water that was draining from the coolers to the bathrooms there, I saw the clams). I was so thirsty, I just walked over there in the middle of their party and asked for water. Saw a granny shaking her jelly and throwing down on the dance floor. If you still can move it, then do so, I guess. They gave me a bottle of water.
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Sometimes you have to get your hands dirty for Jesus, as Abby Lohan, Cindy and Justin the Stairstep Child found out... notice the big red stain on Cindy's shirt as well... it's all sno-cone syrup.

1. The iPod
Back in 2005, I knew I was going to get an iPod, it was just a matter of the money. Steph bought me a 4 gig Lyra mp3 player, and while I liked it, 750 songs just wasn’t enough to satisfy my “gotta-have-every-freakin-song-at-my-disposal-at-any-given-moment” appetite. So, I saved. I added money every few weeks to a Best Buy card (because I knew if I just tried to save up the cash, I’d never get it saved). I also had a Wal-Mart card that I had added money to, I priced shopped, I compared iPods vs. the-then-coming-Zune to Creative to others… I looked at 30 gigs. I looked at 60 gigs. Did I want to wait for 80? In preparation, I started loading up CDs into my computer, awaiting the day I would come home with a Apple iPod. And soon enough, I did. Heck, I didn’t even open it for the first two weeks I had it… I wanted to finish loading CDs.

It took well over 12 hours to load all the music I had in the computer in my iPod, and it was a territory I had never walked upon… I mean, I knew nothing about iTunes. But I slowly began to figure it out…

Suddenly, I had play lists at my disposal at all times, including:
“Happy Music Fo My Thugs”… my favorite Hip Hop, like Ludacris, Eminem, R. Kelly and Justin. “The Best Soy Latte That You Ever Had and Me”… rock stuff like Train, Foo Fighters, Vertical Horizon, Sheryl Crow and John Mayer
“The Melancholy Circus”… my favorite music for a dreary day, like Edwin McCain, some Hootie, a few choice Celine selections (early stuff, none of the pantywaste stuff now)
“The Buzzbin”… harder rock like Nirvana, Nada Surf, Fiona Apple, Oasis, Soundgarden and STP “Welcome to Delaware”… all the Christian music that has changed my Walk considerably, including Watermark, Steven Curtis Chapman, Rich Mullins, dcTalk, Jennifer Knapp, etc.

Then I discovered the downloading of videos (I’ve currently got “Behind These Hazel Eyes” playing on my iPod)… then I discovered the renting of audio books and CDs at the library… I’ve got podcasting for Rush Limbaugh, so I can get the real news before its filtered through the Left Wing Extremist Machine for broadcast on CNN… I’ve also got CarTalk on podcast, I get the best Strong Bad emails and even more…

Bottom line, is, the iPod has revolutionized the way I listen to music, completely, in every way. Even when I was in New York this past summer…

Finally, in case your curious, and I know you are, Paula, Tyler and NYC Jenni, here’s the Top 10 Most Played Songs on Dave’s iPod in 2006:
1) Wildwood Flower by Reese Witherspoon
2) Trinity by Jennifer Knapp
3) Crazy by Gnarls Barkley
4) Lift My Eyes by Jill Paquette
5) Taylor the Latte Boy by Kristen Chenoweth
6) Smile by Lily Allen
7-tie) Hush by LL Cool J
7-tie) Gone Like Yesterday by Jill Paquette
8) Feeling Good by Nina Simone
9) Chains by Tina Arena
10) Blowin’ Me Up With Her Love by JC Chasez (I’m going to go do something manly now, like burn something or watch wrestling or make out with my wife, just to feel better about myself.)

And that, ladies & gentlemen, is the Top 100 Coolest Things of 2006.

In case you missed it:
100 - 91... Brand New Heavies, Michelle Malkin, Chris Daughtry, Desperate Networks, Arby's, Papajohns.com Bowl, Casino Royal, The Devil Wears Prada, Justin Long, Ice Cafe Con Leche
90 - 81... Jo Dee Messina, Snakes on a Plane, Taylor Hicks, Heroes, Wordjong, Nelly Furtado, Taylor Swift, Deal or No Deal, John Tucker Must Die, Thelma & Norma
80 - 71... Courtney the Stairstep Child, Little Black Book, Lex Luthor, Evan Mallard, Cingular ads, Carly Simon, Maggie Gyllenhaal, Dustin & Kandice, Night at the Museum, Dinner Theater
70 - 61... Grey's Anatomy, Survivor: Cook Islands, Studio 60, Zaxby's, The DFC VII, Rozerem, The Fray, Sandra Oh, Monster House, Coke Blak
60 - 51... My Girl McPhee's Black Horse, John C. Reilly, X-Men: The Last Stand, I Heart Wendy, Facebook, Lisa Taylor, Hem, Pickles, Cars, The Marine
50 - 41... Andrew Mann, Brooke Smith, AttackTix, Ashlyn Latta, J-Bo, The McLeod House, Mackey & the Boyz, Coney Island Cyclone, Brad McGuffey, Wintersong
40 - 31... Launi Larrabee, The Purple Onion, $1 Movies, Texas wins, reconnecting, the Geico Caveman, financial testimony, Margie & Gary, Ambre Lake, NYC Jenni
30 - 21... Blue on Blue, My Girl McPhee, Wildwood Flower, Ashley Spell, Greek Wedding, Cafe Lalo, Baby Wookiee, MySpace, 2 Hawbakers, 12 Angry Men
20 - 11... Little sisters' graduation, I May Hate Myself in the Morning, The Death of the WCW, United 93, WalkAbout, Emily Taylor, White & Nerdy, Hoover Public Library, Rammer Jammer Blog, Starbucks
10 - 6... Marvel Civil War, paying off the car, K-Swiss, Harry Potter audio, Now I Can Die in Peace
Ten More Things.... 2006's crappiest things, biggest disappointments, favorite videos, what barely missed the list and what I'm looking forward to in 2007.

Sunday, February 04, 2007

The Super Bowl XLI Diary

And with that, I now bid you goodbye for the 2007 Super Bowl Diary. See you in a few days for the Top Five Coolest Things of 2006. Much love.

915pm... And finally... Peyton won the MVP. Jimmy says, "Should've been Bob Sanders" Tommy then replied, "Should've been Rex Grossman." I agree.

908pm... The discussion turns to American Idol, and how it all works. Our friend Natalie Valentine tried out a few years ago, and wasn't "what they were looking for". Don't ask me why this came up. Reminds me that Jennifer Adams isn't here tonight...

901pm... And its over. So, the Indianapolis Colts are the Super Bowl champions. The commercials weren't all that great, save for a few here or there. I still walk away with $25 to Best Buy. My wife Stephanie is hot. All the world is right.

856pm... It looks like Paula Mackey will be winning the 4th Quarter in our Super Bowl Score game. Tony Dungy just got dunked. Peyton Manning will be removed of the "Can't Win the Big One" label. Paula Maddox is still catching her breath from halftime. Ryan Sherman is kicking small children seeing his own anti-Christ, Peyton, win a ring.

844pm... So its 29 to 17, Indianapolis is on the verge of winning its first Super Bowl, and only its 2nd, since 1970. And the way our Super Bowl score game works, if the score stays the same, I would have won the 4th quarter... which is $50 to Best Buy. Good times or bad times?

836pm... Just saw a promo for "Rules of Engagement" on CBS. One guy says "I think being married is going to be great" and the other guy says "Based on what?". Mikey, Tom, Tommy and I laughed. Oh, I must mention that Mikey, Tom, Tommy and I are the only married guys in the room.

834pm...
Me: Bob Sanders might get MVP
Mikey: You know they'll give it to Peyton Manning, even though he freakin' didn't do anything
Tommy: If the Colts win, they might give it to Rex Grossman

831pm... My man Bob Sanders just intercepted Rex Grossman again. I mean, honestly... Peyton Manning versus Rex Grossman? That's like Stephen Hawking versus Mikey in a quantum physics discussion. Speaking of which, I saw an interesting documentary on Stephen Hawking on National Geographic Channel the other day, about how some scientists now are disputing Hawking's findings on black holes, findings that not too long ago where untouchable and undoubtable and... where was I?

823pm... So Indy just intercepted, and ran it back for a touchdown. The play has been challenged by Chicago, though. And rightfully so, because if Indy gets this, then its a backbreaker for the Bears. Indy up 29-17

820pm... Just had a room discussion about... Marisa Tomei. The rumor back in the day was that Jack Palance, the previous year an Oscar winner for "City Slickers", called out the wrong name for Supporting Actress, rather than
Vanessa Redgrave (who, despite my hotness for Marisa back in the day, should have won for "Howard's End"). It was proven false though.

817pm... I just took the 3rd Quarter in our score contest... $25 to Best Buy, baby. That is iTunes money. Tommy just came in for a snack break... Score is still 22-17, Marvin Harrison just got nailed, Peyton got smacked, its still pouring rain...

805pm... Chicago kicked a field goal... 22-17, Colts still ahead. This is actually turning out to be a pretty darn good game.

8pm... And finally... we just saw the
K-Federline commercial. And working at Starbucks, I'm offended by that, darn it.

757pm... Emerald Nuts just had a commercial with Robert Goulet. Um... uh...

753pm... Somewhere in Birmingham, Paula Maddox is just coming around, after passing out at halftime. And the Colts just scored another FG.

751pm...
Marbutt & his chick Jennifer just came in. Mikey just tossed out both Hard Rain and Deep Rising when discussing the amount of precipitation in Miami.

748pm... Okay, so careerbuilders.com might have the best commercial yet... a spot with office workers, clad in armor made of office supplies, doing battle. Hilarious. Kinda like it was at NBC.

747pm... Bad snap resulted in Rex botching the play again. Bears punt, Colts begin to pile it on.

746pm... Mikey just informed me that
National Treasure 2 comes out this year... which led me to comment, "National Treasure 2: Hunt Harder", then to continue with "National Treasure 3: Smithsonian Drift". I crack myself up. And Rex just got his Grossman handed to him, via a McFarland sack from the Colts.

740pm... Indy lost the call. And here comes Vinatieri again... he missed it earlier. This is the redeeming kick... and... it was rough, slightly bent, badly snapped, but good. Indy 19-14.

737pm... So, Indy just challenged a play, claiming there is 12 Bears on the field... but I can't really hear whats going on, because suddenly this is a talky room, not a football room. Bad times, bad times.

733pm... The Colts are up 16 to 14, halfway through the third quarter, its raining like crazy, Peyton is catching fire now, the Bears defense is rising... and the biggest attraction in the room right now is Ashleia trying to get a Jelly Belly out of Lucy, her dog's, mouth. Good times, good times.

720pm... Whew... that was... interesting. Okay, my wife is downstairs asleep on the couch, Tom and Jill are eating, Tommy and Drew are Wii'ing, Ty just came in, Mackey and the Mack-fam are there, Daniel Powell and his wife Jenn just came in, the Police are reuniting on the Grammy's, and
Survivor: Fiji is coming. Party frickin' on.

718pm... Prince,
now being a devout Jehovah's Witness, actually doesn't sing any of his dirty stuff much anymore. When told this, Mikey said, "Crap, I wanted to hear Get Off". He wasn't remotely kidding.

716pm... Big curtain behind him, shadow of Prince splashed upon it... so when he holds the guitar a certain way, it looks as if Prince is... well...

715pm... The Purple One just strapped on a guitar shaped like the aforementioned symbol. And then he launches into "Purple Rain". Somewhere in Birmingham, Paula Maddox just shrieked like she's 14 again

711pm... A college marching band is playing along... honestly, Prince or not, that's a cool gig to be playing in the band at a Prince mini-concert. Prince is now singing some ballad crap, looking like he's a black, constipated Jim Carrey... and he now actually might be singing Foo Fighters.
Me: Are you excited to be here watching Prince, Kelly (who just walked in with Ashley)
Kelly: Very

710pm... He just sang "Let's Go Crazy" and now he's onto something that I dont know... Ashleia observes "he doesn't know either... he's just making it up"... and now he's on to "Proud Mary"

710pm... We just had this exchange:
Mikey: Look how wet that stage is
Ashleia: Can you die from playing electric guitar in that?
Mikey: It would so cool if he like, died on tv

709pm... Somewhere in Birmingham,
Paula Maddox is dancing a fool.

707pm...
And now its Prince. The stage is shaped like that weird symbol he called himself back in the 90s when he was feuding with Warner Brothers. And where is Sheila E, I might ask? Mikey just observed how great it would be if Prince fell off the stage since its so wet there.

657pm... and... its... NO GOOD...

655pm... Ashley just called. She's lost. Two seconds remain in the half, and Adam Vinetieri is about to kick another field goal. And.... its... a time out...

647pm... Once again, I prove prophetic... just saw the commercial for
"Wild Hogs", a movie that puts John Travolta, William H. Macy, Martin Lawerence and Tim Allen together... AND features the lovely Marisa Tomei, Oscar winner for "My Cousin Vinny".

644pm... Mackey just made his 1,844,923rd loving comment about Brian Urlacher. I think this is the definition of a Man-Crush. Kind of like Mikey has on Bono, I have on The Rock and Ty has on Bob Riley.

641pm... Mikey's wife Ashleia and Mackey's daughter Nicole just came in to the men's room... or the room here with all the guys in it. Ashleia is here to see Prince.

638pm... This guy is walking down the street in a Heart costume. He then gets attacked by various people in black costumes wearing signs, "High Cholesterol", "High Blood Pressure" and a hot chick wearing "Diabetes." Mackey pipes up, "I want diabetes"

628pm... We're loving Bob Sanders for the simplicity of his name. And apparently, Bob has been all over the place tonight. How cool would that be? Super Bowl MVP Bob Sanders... Tommy has disappeared, we think he could have made his way down to the Wii in the basement... Ashley Spell and her friend Kelly is on her way... and the rain is really, really coming down.

625pm... I think that was Tenacious D in that Garmin navigation commercial. Could've been The Darkness.

620pm... Mr. Jim (Paula Mackey's pappy) won the first quarter in our annual Super Bowl contest. He won himself a pristine, mint condition of the special edition
"My Cousin Vinny", starring Joe Pesci and the Oscar winning Marisa Tomei. She was hot. Wonder what happened to her? She went on to star with Christian Slater's crappy "Untamed Heart" and... wait, where was I? Oh, the game...

601pm... A great Carlos Mencia Bud commercial... a disturbing, yet funny David Letterman/Oprah Winfrey spot... Tom just came in... and we noticed that its raining so much, the cameras are now affected, and it looks like its old school. I think I just saw Johnny Unitas.

6pm... "Why won't they let Rex Grossman pass?" asks Mikey... I reply, "Cause he's Rex freakin' Grossman." Of course, then Rex just scored. And I am SO PUMPED about
Survivor: Fiji premiering next Thursday. And Drew just walked in. Its 14 to 6 Bears.

559pm... Me: Am I the only one not excited about seeing Prince?
Mikey: Its raining. He's not going to get out there in the rain
Jim-may: Maybe someone will hold an umbrella over him. A short umbrella
And in the kickoff, Chicago fumbled the ball... Indy recovered... then proceeded to fumble the ball in the next play... and Chicago recovered. This might be the best Super Bowl I've seen in a long time.

546pm... Just had this exchange:
Ty: Apparently, an Iranian family with a gazillion kids just moved in next to our house
Mikey: Really?
Ty: Yeah, I think it might be a terrorist training camp
Jimmay: Ty's gonna call some of his government buddies
And Indy finally scored. Then they just botched the snap. I revert back to Mackey's comment... the rain changed everything

545pm... Ladies and gentlemen, Jimmy Bowling has arrived. I moved upstairs to the big tv... there is a smaller, yet nicer, television downstairs, but its a little loud down there. So I'm up here in a meat locker of a bedroom with Reverend Ty, Mikey Nipp and Jimmay

537pm... Bud strikes again with a clever "Paper Rock Scissors" commercial. And Chicago just intercepted it. I remind myself that this is what happened to Florida against Ohio State, and we saw how that turned out.

530pm... The Bears just ran it all the way back for 6. Steph commented the game will be boring if this is what happens. Mackey retorted, "It's raining. It won't be boring" And Peyton is on the field, and starting off, playing like poopy. This is what happened against New England, and they ended up coming back... we'll see...

523pm... Tad & Gina just showed up. They're also doing player intros, and the crowd just booed a player with the name Mohammed. Is it bad that I find that funny?

521pm... what's happened so far: The Chad Johnson/NFL 365 commercial just played, starring Martha Stewart, Rascal Flatts, LL Cool J and a few select others... Billy Joel just sang, completely off key, the national anthem. Michael commented that its because 1) he's old and 2) he's an alcoholic, so his liver is probably totally shriveled up. Not that a shriveled liver has anything to do with singing, but still...

Well, its time for the Super Bowl, as the Colts take on the Bears in Miami Florida... and once again, the usual crowd--Tommy & Amy, Mikey & Ashley, Steph & Yours Truly at Ken & Lynn Nipp's--are joined by the Mackey's and some others here. And I'll keep you informed of all the fun goodness of the Super Bowl....

Thursday, February 01, 2007

Super Bowl Baby Top Five Skinny Dippin' News

**Tune in Sunday afternoon, as the 2nd Annual Live Super Bowl Running Diary transpires**

So, you're waiting for the Top Five Coolest Things of 2006, huh?

It's coming! I promise!

I actually had every intention of finishing it up on Wednesday, but two things prevented it...

First... I got the news that my buddy Wookiee and his lovely wife Gina had a baby on Wednesday morning... born 7:40am, Austin James clocked in around 5 pounds,3 ounces, and about 19 inches and some change long.

Oh yeah, AJ was SEVEN weeks early... and still 5 lbs, 3 oz. Had Gina carried him to full term, I imagine she would have delivered a small pony. Know that Daddy Wookiee, for those of you who don't know him, is himself 6'9, and about 250. Austin is gonna be a hoss.

Secondly... there's an important bit of information that I'm lacking in order for me to do a proper write-up for the 4th coolest thing in 2006. I actually struggled with the idea of "If it's cooler than 96 other things on your list, the 4th coolest thing to happen in a whole year, shouldn't you know all about it already?", but I finally resigned that yes, this actually was cooler than Ashley Spell, John Cena in the Marine, paying off my car and 93 other things.

So, that will be completed sometime early next week. And I feel like I've gained a whole bunch of new readers because of it! In fact, I inspired my friend Erin Formerly-Coates-Before-She-Got-Married to do her own Top 100 Coolest list. Plus, I got a glowing review from NYC Jenni, which you can read right here.

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As you might have read above, the plan is to take the lovely, green-eyed Ashley Spell's laptop to our annual Super Bowl watching destination, that being the home of Ken & Lynn Nipp. Like last year's diary, I just want to keep up with the afternoon & evening's happenings... so if you are around, check the page a few times for updates to see what transpires.

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Completely unrelated to the Super Bowl, blogging, Wookiee, Wookiee Baby or anything else, I gotta tell you that I finished a great book today... isn't it a great feeling to finish a great book? I mean, its a sense of accomplishment, an aura of "Wow. I committed my time, and it really paid off."

Carl Hiassen's "Skinny Dip" tells the story of Joey Perrone, a lovely young woman who, at the beginning of the book, is being thrown off the side of a cruise ship by her husband Chaz. Joey, an accomplished diver (a fact that her husband forgets, which only begins to tell you how inept he is), finds herself holding onto a bale of Jamaican pot, adrift until she's picked up by Mick Stranahan, a backwoods island dwelling loner.

And of course, since she's alive and Chaz thinks she's dead, it opens up a world--or a bookfull, at least--of possibilities to make Chaz's life miserable. Hiassen's language is very coarse, but the story is hilarious. It's a light and breezy tale, one that can be read in two afternoons (like I did) and Hiassen has a way of making you like even the unlikeable characters--even Tool, the gorilla like bodyguard who became my favorite one in the story.

Its in paperback, probably cost you 8 bucks, maybe 14 for the trade, so enjoy it.

And I'll see you on Sunday for the Super Bowl... and then next week for the Top Five.

Sunday, January 28, 2007

100 Coolest Things... #10 - 6

10. Marvel Civil War
Sometimes something in the comic book world comes along and just sweeps me off of my feet. Unlike the previously mentioned disappointing “Infinite Crisis” from DC, “Civil War” from Marvel has blown me away.

Here’s the premise… in order to satisfy a need for publicity, a young, inexperienced and foolish superhero team, starring in a reality show, botch the capture of a criminal in Stamford, CT, and end up killing over 600 innocent people in the process. The public outrage is such that heroes are protested, and Johnny Storm, "The Human Torch" (from the Fantastic Four), is severly beaten into a coma by a mob of angry citizens. Tony Stark, Ironman, helps to lead a movement with the government, passing The Superhuman Registration Act, forcing all of those with any paranormal or superhuman abilities to register their identities and other information. To do otherwise would be a violation of the law.


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Who's side am I on? The side that gets me issue 7 the fastest.

Joining Ironman are various heroes, including Reed “Mr. Fantastic” Richards, She-Hulk, The Wasp, Sentry, and even Spiderman, who, in support of the Act, reveals to the world that he is Peter Parker. All does not bode well with Captain America, however, who sees this Act as a violation of civil liberties, and goes underground to lead a resistance. Following him are Daredevil, Falcon, Spider-Woman, Luke Cage and, in another shocking event, Sue “Invisible Woman” Richards, who leaves her husband Reed.

Except for Storm who joins the resistance, the X-Men sit back and watch, unsure of how to respond, agreeing with Captain America’s resistance, yet knowing how much it sucks to be scrutinized unfairly. Battles rage, Goliath is killed, Thing packs up and leaves the country, Daredevil and others are tossed in a Negative Zone prison, Captain America and Ironman throw down once, and the government authorizes a team of “reformed” villains like Elektra and Jack O’Lantern, who end up beating the crap out of Spiderman when he tries to join the resistance—Jack O’Lantern is then gunned down by The Punisher.

And it all leads to what will be the final issue in the series, issue 7, though the last page of issue 6 shows no fewer than 35 Marvel heroes and icons staring at each other, ready to get it on. And this, my friends, is why Marvel Civil War is one of the coolest things of 2006, or any year.

9. Paying Off the Car
Debt, debt, debt. Got the credit cards paid off, then it was all attention to the car… and in the early summer of 2005, Stephanie and I started paying almost 2 payments at a time in an effort to get the POS car to officially be my POS car. And in March of 2006, we paid off the final payment, a sum of several hundred dollars and its all mine. Student loan, here we come.

8. Emily “K-Swiss” Reynolds
Simply, I would haven’t had nearly the encouragement I had in NYC this past summer without the friendship of Emily Reynolds. The trick is, everyone on our mission trip was connected to someone, be it J-Bo & G-Ann, Mark & Cindy, Chuck and his son Daniel, Coach Tim and Anna Lynn… then there was me. And there was Emily, 16, junior in high school. Striking up an unlikely friendship, we connected in a great brother-sister type way. One night when things were really frustration, I just said, “I’m going to Starbucks” and just went on my way. A few seconds later, I heard behind me “Yeah, me too”, and she followed. We both vented for about twenty minutes. It was needed.


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One of my favorite pictures I've ever taken... and I'm not a good photographer, so I have to brag about something

On the way to Coney Island, she gave me her testimony… like me, I think she’s happy to talk about what God has done for her, but won’t just offer it up—you gotta ask the right questions. She was there with encouraging words when the trip got tiresome towards the end, and I was happy to be there for her, even just to listen for a minute, when her tears came. Since we’ve been back, different schedules, plus different lives altogether have been quite an obstacle in much communication, but for one week, she was my kid sister.

7. Harry Potter on Audio book
I had been downloading audio books onto my computer, a few at a time, when I stumbled across Harry Potter & the Sorcerer’s Stone. I smacked myself on the head, wondering why I had not thought of it to begin with, so I checked it out and loaded it on the computer, ready to load it on the iPod. I was not prepared for the remarkable journey I was about to take.

I love the Harry Potter books, I think they are marvelous, and sometimes I wonder why I didn’t think of such a simple story back in 1989 when I first started writing. That being said, I had missed my goal of reading them all once a year. So, I began to listen to the first Harry Potter on audio book, on the iPod, in November. Narrated by Jim Dale, a British stage actor, I was immediately drawn in by his pacing, his reading style and the great tones he put on each character. Within half the book, I didn’t even know Jim Dale was reading—I was listening to Hagrid’s rough growl, Malfoy’s slow drawl, Hermione’s feminine nagging and Harry’s simple, boyish voice. When I rode around town, to work, to the store, to church, I would turn on the books.

Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting No, I don't own a Harry Potter iPod. Yes, I would if it were available to me. You happy?

The most often heard response was “Oh, that’s not really reading, that’s just listening to someone read to you”, and I beg to differ. When I’m reading a book with my own eyes, I can have background noise, I can almost multi-task, I can read a page, glance up to change the channel and so on… but with an audio book, I’m glued. I have to listen to every single word, otherwise I’ll miss something. I would put in my earphones, do my housework (laundry, dishwashing, etc) all the while, hearing intently on the story.

All in all, there are right around 80 discs that were loaded, totaling about 95 hours and some change… and I finished Harry Potter & the Half-Blood Prince just last week, taking me three months to listen to them all—and I was riding down I-59 when Harry kissed Ginny, and it was like I was reading it all over again. If you love Harry like I do, pick up the audio books. Jim Dale is a master, and you’ll never read the books the same way again.

6. “Now I Can Die in Peace: How ESPN’s Sports Guy Found Salvation, with a Little Help from Nomar, Pedro, Shawshank and the 2004 Red Sox” by Bill Simmons
How can you not love this book? How can you not love The Sports Guy?

Bill Simmons, aka The Sports Guy, has a bi-weekly column on ESPN.com where he writes about what he knows best… the Celtics, the Red Sox, the Patriots, the NBA, pop culture and so on. His first book was written, or at least compiled, after he finally saw his beloved Sox capture the World Series in 2004. Really, it’s a series of columns he wrote leading up to the World Series, put together in chronological order to see the pain, strife, anxiety and nervousness of a Red Sox team who was down to its final out in a 3-0 game hole to the hated Yankees, only to come back and win the series 4-3, then trounce the Cardinals for its first title in 86 years.

Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting Much of my own writing style comes from The Sports Guy, and I'm not ashamed to admit it.

The joy of the book, however, is in the footnotes. As The Sports Guy was able to go back and re-read all of his columns he was putting in the book, he added little notes updating what he said back then, or sometimes just spewing out random ideas… in one sentence, he writes a simple statement, “…something bad always seemed to be happening [to the Sox]… in the end, the season wasn’t that much fun.” And the footnote that goes with it? He answers the reader question “If the 2000 Red Sox season was an episode of Saved By the Bell, who would play Zack, Pedro or Nomar? What about Slater, Screech and Kelly?” After answering it well, he adds the next little bit:

Zack’s career actually turned out better than Nomar [Garciaparra, traded to the Cubs right in the middle of the season]—he ended up on NYPD Blue as Dennis Franz sidekick. Seriously, would you have rather been Nomar (Rookie of the Year, 2 Hall of Fame seasons, rapid decline by your early 30s) or Mark-Paul Gosselaar (the lead of the most memorably ridiculous show of the 90s, followed by a respectable stint on one of the most famous cop shows ever)? I’m going with the latter. Call me crazy.

He goes on to address his hatred for the Yankees, the haunting of Fenway Park, Amityville Horror, several references to Andy and Red in Shawshank, U2, The Counting Crows, El Debarge, The Basketball Jesus, lots of Rocky mentions and in my favorite line in the book, he mentions his wife’s love of Albert Pujols… only because his name sounds like “Poo-Holes”. Then he says, smarmingly, “I didn’t know I was married to Beavis.”

It’s a fast read, and you don’t necessarily have to be a Red Sox fan to enjoy this book… its in paperback now
, for around $12.

And finally, tomorrow... the list comes to an end, as we reveal the coolest things of 2006... can you say "Everybody to the Limit?"