Heckle and Jeckle...

I consider myself a professional heckler because I know how to get under people's skin without using profanity or taking personal shots at them. Of course, this talent has had to develop over time because my freshmen year of college I'd pretty much say anything at the basketball and volleyball games I attended. I take pride in my heckling. Being able to be witty and not disrespectful is not an easy thing. Possibly my best performance came this past Saturday at the NAIA championship volleyball game between MY California Baptist University Lancers and the Concordia Eagles. This was a big deal for our Lady Lancers because last year they were pretty much the worse team in all of NAIA and now they were in the championship game.
Well, Concordia's Libero (which is the back row specialist wearing the different colored jersey, if you aren't familiar with v-ball) wasn't very good. She couldn't pass well, and always seemed out of position for digs, and if you're a Libero these two things are essential. So I targeted her, and kept yelling for our girls to serve her, and hit at her. There was this ball that fell in front of her and she totally could have gotten to it had she made any kind of effort. I then yelled at her, "You gotta lay out Libero, this the championship game, and you gotta lay out". Immediately following that the Concordia coach turned around and looked at me and then got up and came over and said "You know what? These girls are giving it their all, and its NOT COOL that you are saying stuff to them. Totally NOT COOL!" Well, I'm sure I could've responded to her sarcastically, but to not raise the level of the situation, I just smiled and nodded. She then proceeded to point me out to the referee who then told the facilities manager, who then called down my old Athletic Director (who knows me quite well) and he came and talked to me. I told him what I said and he kind of just laughed it off and said "Is that all?".
Now, this doesn't appear to be that great of a heckling job, but I was not aware of who this coach was. She is a former 3 time NCAA champion, 3 time medalist winner, and in the volleyball hall of fame. So I feel pretty good that my little comments could get under the skin of such a prestigious volleyball entity, And our ladies won the championship!!! Go Lady Lancers...

Why do bad guys get the good girls...

This has been something that has boggled my mind for sometime now. I just don't get it. How do guys who can only be described as the nickname for Richard get quality girls??? I mean, I know quite a few girls that are definite quality girls, but they date total A-holes. Nice guys always get jacked, and when I ask girls why this is, the answers I received are so ridiculous it makes my head hurt. My favorite one is that "usually girls do realize that their b/f is a jerk, but they know he has a good side and they care about him so they try to change him, but that doesn't usually work."
Well isn't that peachy. So let me get this straight: A guy is a jerk, but he's isn't a jerk towards the girl, which makes him fake and two-faced. The girl realizes this, and, instead of tossing him and finding a better guy, she tries to change him. But the guys out there who aren't jerks, the guys who are well-rounded individuals, get screwed. Isn't that lovely?
Ladies, ladies, ladies, just because a guy is nice to you, and pursues you doesn't mean you should date him. If you know he's a jerk, but nice to you, it will only be a matter of time before that is turned towards you. HE IS NOT GOING TO CHANGE!!! Please don't settle for these losers. You deserve better...

Back in action...

I apologize to all my readers out there (all 2 of you) for the delay in posts, but I was on holiday in not-so-sunny California where it has become quite cold and even snowed at my parents house. Anyways, its good to be back in suprisingly-cold Arizona, and it's fun to type with hyphens! Let's have 3 cheers for thanksgiving as it continues to press on as the least commercialized holiday. The only constant blemish on it's record is that people are still being taught that the Pilgrims and the Indians ate together. Come on now people! That's all folklore they taught us in grade school. Maybe a few on each side formed some sort of bond, but do you really think a group like the Pilgrims would befriend a race of people that they would most certainly deem ungodly? Thanksgiving actually starts with good ol' Abe Lincoln who christened the last Thursday of November as the day that we should get together with our loved ones and give thanks to the Creator. Go Abe!!! Now on to Christmas for which I love and hate at the same time. I love it because it's a time to celebrate the birth of the Savior (which actually probably happened in April) and another time to be with family. Unfortunately, it has become a capitalist's dream as we strive each and every year to accumulate crap we don't really need. Cheers...

You have a grudge...

So I saw "The Grudge" tonight and boy is that moving freakin' scary. I love scary movies because I love the feeling of your heart pumping and of adrenaline searing through your entire body. I don't really get scared, but I love it when a movie makes you jump, and The Grudge is definitely that kind of movie. Plus, Sarah Michelle Geller actually does a good job. I was a little hesitant at first because I don't think she is really that great of an actress, but she did well in this one. The movie does seem to draw from other movies, most noticeably "The Ring", but it is still good nonetheless. If you haven't seen it, go see it. Watch out for the weird little kid and the eerie sound that all the ghosts seem to make. Until next time...

Smoke if you got'em...

Ladies and gentlemen I must let you know that there is nothing better than to wake up in the morning and have the sweet after-taste of a good cigar or pipe tobacco (in my case both) left over in your mouth from the night before. This morning I woke up and it was like I had a big piece of candy in my mouth, just like the good ol' days of trick-or-treating when you would fall asleep on top of your pile of goodies with some still in your teeth (or maybe that was just me). Cigars and pipes are great because they smell and taste better than nasty cigs, and they are healthier too because you don't inhale (this would've been great for Bill Clinton) you puff. Obviously if you chain smoke either of these you can still get cancer of the mouth, but you should really only smoke once or twice a week. Less is more. I love smoking my pipe. There's nothing better than to sit back with a friend under the cool night sky and smoke some nice vanilla tobacco. You can just relax and talk about anything. Girls, politics, Jesus, sports, etc. All these things are better with a nice pipe...

On behalf of my gender, I apologize...

So I was at Friday's tonight hanging in the bar with a few friends and just observing the patrons around us when I saw this group of guys loitering around the bar. There was about 5 of them I guess, but only one actually sat at the bar. The others formed this little "Jr high" semi-cirlce behind that guy while holding their beers. They were probably in their early-to-mid 30's and they kept making eyes at these two girls sitting to the left of me. I could over hear some of their little comments which were of the typical male variety, and they would occasionally walk over to these two ladies, whom without hesitation, let it be known that they did not care for any attention from these guys. So, having been shut down, these guys continued to talk about and look at these girls like they still had some chance of scoring. I glanced over at the girls a couple times inbetween my convo with my friends and they really seemed uncomfortable. So the girls decided to leave and then these guys watch them as they walk out to their cars and one of them says, "Man those chicks bolted out of here. I totally thought I had a chance with them". Another one says, "They were so hot, I'd do both of them". And I'm thinking, "Yeah right".
I felt bad for these girls because they were just trying to enjoy themselves, and have a drink, but of course the loser patrol had to mess it all up. Do these guys take themselves seriously? They're all 30 and sitting at a bar, actually... they weren't even sitting, they were standing. They were leaning against the wall like boys at a jr high dance. Sippin' their drinks and daring each other to ask a girl to boogie. Seriously, do these guys realize they're losers? Is this what these guys invisioned for themselves? Being in their mid 30's, hanging at the bar, hitting on girls that are 10 yrs younger, and talking about how they would "do" them!? Man, guys do suck. We are dogs. I wasn't sure at first, but now I am certain. I felt embarrassed by these guys. These losers represent the male gender, and they are total disgraces. Ladies, I apologize for all the comments and looks and BS that you have to put up with. Gentlemen, do all of us a favor. If your boy has no game, let him know so he doesn't screw it up for the rest of us. And if you're in your mid 30's and still tryin to pick up chicks at the bars, well...sad day...

Goodwill to all men...(and women)

So I was at the Goodwill today looking for some clothes and I found 2 cool button up shirts that had some pink in them (for the last few months I've had this weird obsession for pink shirts). As I looked around the store I started to wonder if I should be shopping there because I might be taking clothes that someone who is less fortunate could afford to purchase. I mean I love thrift stores because you can find cool clothes for cheap, and I hate paying the prices at your typical mall/retail store, but at the same time I can afford to shop at those places, whereas many of these people can not. Is it wrong that I shop at thrift stores? Obviously these places are open to everybody, and I love it when I find a great shirt, but still I wonder about the people who have to shop there because they can't afford clothes anywhere else. Your thoughts....?

One is the loneliest number...

Remember when you were little and being alone was totally alright? I remember sitting in my room for hours playing with my G.I. Joes, Transformers, and Thundercats action figures for hours on end. Complete battles would take place in my room without any pauses except to use the facilities and to accommodate my mother's random check ups to make sure I wasn't causing any trouble. I never worried about needing another person to have fun or to hang out with. Of course I had neighborhood kids that I played with, but it wasn't like I depended on them.
At some point during my intragration into society (I suspect it would be Jr. High) being alone became "uncool". The number of friends you had and what you did with them became the standard to live by, and those deemed "loners" became outcasts who would never live up to that standard. Suddenly doing activities with others became an imperative property of life. We became dependent upon others to give our lives value.
Questions like "what did you do this weekend?" were asked with such regularity that you better had done something because you definitely can't say NOTHING or else you may be ridiculed. This continues even more fervently throughout high school as people developed their clicks that they hung out with every second. The only time they weren't with their click was when they were sleeping or dropping a deuce and even then it wasn't always the case.
I've lately wondered where this fear of being alone comes from because I continually struggle with it. I'm always looking to do something especially on the weekends. And if I don't do anything exciting I feel like I'm some loser wasting my life away in my room. But what is wrong with being by myself, and watching a movie in my room, or reading a book etc. Why is that not cool enough for a Friday/Saturday night? Maybe we feel more vindicated if somebody is there with us. They can share in the memory too. We can share stories about what we did with other people so that they too will want to be with us. Then all of us can share memories and stories and live happily ever after together.
I think some of this dependence comes from people not being content with themselves. They need other people to give what they do some sort of importance. If you don't like yourself then you probably won't want to hang out alone. I'm caught in the middle of this struggle because I'm a very social person, but I do like to do things alone. Nevertheless, I go through these phases were I need another person to be there. I need a group to connect with and especially on weekends because all the cool people are out doing stuff. Sometimes being alone drives me absolutely mad and other times I can't wait to get away from people. Hey what did you do this weekend? I wrote in my blog...

Putting the "Self" in selfish...

Sometimes I feel like I really have grown and matured as a person, and then there are other times when I wonder how I've made it this far under my own ignorance. The other day I went to a friends apartment for a dinner party, and I had to park far away. I was upset because I had to walk a long distance carrying bags of soda. As I'm griping about how much this sucks I look over at one of the apartments and I see a lady in a wheelchair staring out at the street. She looked zoned out in her own little world. Her eyes were glazed over, and she just kept staring at the street. I stopped for a minute and continued to watch her. I then came to the realization that this lady would like nothing more than to walk the street, sidewalk, or anywhere for that matter. It wouldn't matter how far she walked or what she had to carry just so long as she got to do it again. And here I am bitchin' about how I have to walk an extra block.
Walking seems like such a simple thing, not something to ever give an extra thought about, but to this lady walking would be the world. I take stuff like this for granted because I'm so used to it. I've become comfortable in my little routine, and I don't appreciate the things I have. I should feel blessed every day that I'm still breathing, walking, eating... Instead I worry about crap that doesn't really matter like what I'm going to wear, what am I doing this weekend, what CD will I buy next. God has blessed me with so much, but still I show no gratitude because I expect things to be this way, but I deserve nothing...