Showing posts from September, 2009

Beyond Poor [Warning: Content Rated PG-13]

I have attained a new level in poverty in my life, akin to my days of freshman-ness when I would only eat veggie sandwiches at Subway because they were a buck and a quarter. The stamp program was my Godsend. My excitement was uncontainable when I got 8 stamps... because I got to EAT MEAT!!! I never thought I would reach that level again. But I have. And surpassed.

1. I now shop at Wal-mart. I never in my entire life thought those words would leave my mouth(fingers?).
2. This is only AFTER getting everything I can at the DOLLAR TREE. *uncontrollable sobbing*
3. I had this fun experience today:
I found an ad on craigslist: "I need a qualified writer who can write detailed reports on varied websites. Qualified candidates must be 18+ of age. This will be part time work" and then it was signed with the person's name.

So I emailed said person about the position with my resume, and said I hoped to hear more if I fit the qualifications. Not 5 minutes later, I received a res…

Adventures in Urbania - Episode 2

Once again the door is open. A car screeches to a halt in front of the building. A ghetto white trash chick gets out wearing flip flops and goes running upstairs. Suddenly there is pounding. More pounding. Then boyfriend in the still-running car yells, "C'mon! She ain't home!"

GWTC's response: "She said she would [expletive] be here! Why isn't she answering the phone?! Ahh! I know she's in there! I'm just gonna kick down this [bleeping] door!! [SWEAR!] I don't have the right [curse word] shoes to kick down this [edited for the children] door!! I want my knives back!!!"

I have no words.

Adventures in Urbania - Episode 1

Got an apartment. And dang it's going to be a story generator, for sure.

Last night I was standing in the kitchen next to the fridge, eating fresh raspberries I'd bought from a farmer earlier in the day. My fingers were getting stained red, and the berries were divine. I was so lost in my eating that I almost missed the knock that came on my wide-open front door.

I looked up in surprise to see a slightly overweight woman with many piercings, and wild purple hair. "Ey, do you know where I can buy some coke? Or crystal?"

My brain was clearly malfunctioning, because I thought of offering her some of my Dr. Pepper in the fridge, but instead blurted out, "Well, there's a Smith's across the street."

"Smith's what?"

"Like, as in the grocery store."

"And how am I supposed to get some there?"

Suddenly, it clicked in my head. My translator was BROKEN. Coke did not mean Coca-cola. And Crystal was not a brand of Lemonade. OHHHHHHHHHH…

True Confessions: 7.

"Forgive me Father..."
"...for I have sinned."
And gravely so. True Confession of my soul:

7. I'm OCD orderly. About being random. :)

Whenever I post a book review, it has 11 books. Because that's how many were in the first one. Whenever I post a movie review, there are 17. Because that's how many were in the first one. I'm very much a creature of habit.

Random, but ordered. Creature.

Books IV - What I Breathe

Alisa M Libby's The Blood Confession - Grade: B. Book 7 for Kerry. This book was super duper bloody, but in a believable, uber creepy way that reminded me of one of my failed attempts at a story that sort of became its own. I want to become a slightly psychotic killer after putting this book down. Just a little bit, though. But I don't have a castle. Or do particularly well around blood. Dang.

Robert Rigby's Goal! The Dream Begins - Grade: B. Book 8, you know the drill. Wow! For being a mass-produced-with-cool-pictures-because-we-made-a-movie-and-now-want-to-make-a-buck book, this wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it was going to be. There was even a plot. Amazing. And the characters weren't flat. It did bring back all my actual soccer memories, which involve my playing really hard and then always just being pissed because I suck at soccer but wish I didn't.

Terri Farley's Phantom Stallion #6: The Challenger - Grade: D. Book 9. Terri should be grateful I actu…

Ender's Redemption

I have finished Ender's Shadow. Yesterday, and it's been in my head ever since. I understand now. I understand what I missed, and where I got confused in my previous reading. Because Shadow is a parallel novel, I couldn't help but pick up Ender's Game and read over the last half again as I read Ender's Shadow. I loved the nuances, the differences, the similarities. I loved being able to see Ender form outside of Ender. Sometimes I wish there were a parallel novel to my own life. That which you see. I've been criticized recently of being too self-protective. That deep down I am angry, and vulnerable, and I use that to control and domineer others around me. That's why I have so many relationships that end in failure. I don't discount or negate any of this, but I hope I'm seen in a different light than this when you are around me or think of me. If not, I'm sorry. I'm trying to change.

This is the way I see myself: I am a man who gives everythin…

The Now

Peoples of the Bloggy!

The time has arrived. (Almost. X.x) I now have in my possession all the photos I've been working on amassing (except for the small setback that one of the cds I was sent has lots of corrupt data. Oi vey... But we're working on it! Attempting to recover as much as possible from the CRC errors. Thanks be to great friends who are SMART about that sort of thing!) Soon. Soon.

Nigh is the day in which you will be absolutely INUNDATED with stories about me, me, and me. :) Oh, and my summer.

For the now:

- I am doing everything I can to not let my bed rule my life, and get up like a normal person. That way I stave off things like despair, depression, and despondency. Very helpful, I must say.

- Applying, applying, applying for jobs. I try to spend at least 2 hours a day working on job hunting, and have now found a lovely recruiter who is helping things along splendidly. Excellent. There is still hope.

- I recently enjoyed a long sit-down with some delicious graphic …


So I was writing up a cute little post about what I've been doing in the last week, and talking about some books and whatnot, and realized that I started doing book reviews after my bout with Orson Scott Card's Ender's Game which was a really amazing experience -- akin to maybe one other book I've read -- as far as the brunt impact it had on my life when I read it (which would be Chaim Potok's My Name is Asher Lev). Realizing that my experience with Ender was not located here, I decided to rectify such an oversight. I pressed save on the other post I was writing (pictures and the summer re-cap coming soon! No, really, I'm not just saying that X.x I feel like the boy who cried wolf, lol), and decided to bring you this one instead.

The post/essay itself is taken from a site that Gideon Burton, Liz Busby, Katherine Morris, Ben Crowder, Candy Eash and I engineered as an extension of the BYU Chapter of The Association for Mormon Letters back in early 2008. The site w…