Sunday, May 27, 2007
Random Thought of the Day
I never realized the irony of the line "I'm gonna drop you like a bad habit." The bad habits are the ones we never seem to shake, unless of course you're talking about an old nun's habit...in which case close your eyes.
Monday, May 21, 2007
Random Thought of the Day
What substance to you have to add one of in order to turn a biscuit into a triscuit?
Monday, May 14, 2007
Pwnage!!1!!onety-one!!!
This post is intended for Joel Brown. Joel, I just want you to know that you are not the only person that can only see the bottom of my foot...
This is one half of my reward from the recent overnighter with the youth. This is my Super Bowl Championship ring from Madden 07. The other half is a pizza box with the tournament results. WG wrapped it all up with a 42-24 clubbing of the favored team. Other accomplishments on the evening included a Fussball championship, and repeated drubbings on Guitar Hero one and two. Thank goodness we didn't play marbles, cuz those kids would've gone home poor.
And while I admit that owning kids (some of which are half my age) was fun, it was more fun to just play. Sure I may seem like a jwek for my boasting, but hey at least I own it, right?
Mad props for owning my pwning skillz!!!
(p.s. I'm sorry mom, I'll play nice next time)
This is one half of my reward from the recent overnighter with the youth. This is my Super Bowl Championship ring from Madden 07. The other half is a pizza box with the tournament results. WG wrapped it all up with a 42-24 clubbing of the favored team. Other accomplishments on the evening included a Fussball championship, and repeated drubbings on Guitar Hero one and two. Thank goodness we didn't play marbles, cuz those kids would've gone home poor.
And while I admit that owning kids (some of which are half my age) was fun, it was more fun to just play. Sure I may seem like a jwek for my boasting, but hey at least I own it, right?
Mad props for owning my pwning skillz!!!
(p.s. I'm sorry mom, I'll play nice next time)
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
A Moment to Reflect
As I drove to the store at 3am this morning, I was caught by some words that were on the front of my shirt. I was wearing the green (dare I say MSU Spartan-esque) samplarian t-shirt. The words down at the bottom of the shirt read: "...it's freakin' sweet!" You might notice a striking similarity between these words, and the address of this blog (imfreakinsweet.blogspot.com, if you had forgot).
What many of you, in fact probably all save one, would not know is how this phrase became part of my common parlance. As you have experienced, I'm prone to spontaneously creating phrases, but this one I cannot take all the credit for. This was in fact a joint effort between myself and the recently deceased Josh Vore.
Despite Josh's affinity towards watching Gilmore Girls (which was beyond me), he, Jeremie, other TLS folks, and myself frequently enjoyed playing rounds of Halo. Jokingly, when Jeremie dominated one such round, Josh and I began laughing about how Jeremie boasted about his Halo skills: "Well, you guys put up a good fight, but you never really had a chance. I mean I am just freakin' sweet at this game." And so that became our inside joke, and every time something happened wherein someone won a game of anything, the mocking cry of "I'm so freakin' sweet, it's not your fault," came out. Frequently, this became the defining quote of Josh and my games of Horse on Lukas' toy basketball hoop. "Freakin' sweet" was our joke.
I had forgotten that until I was on the road, making that urgent 3am WalMart run. Then I looked at my shirt, and then it hit: this is a phrase that I have used countless times at seminary, in Virginia, on the Internet, and in all walks of life. But it never hit me of how I was completely in debt to Josh for what I considered to be one of my more humorous utterances.
The reality of missing Josh won't hit fully until I'm around one of the Vores, no doubt. But now, as I see and hear this phrase all around me, it will no doubt bring back the memories of its foundations. I'm gonna miss that boy, he was freakin' sweet.
What many of you, in fact probably all save one, would not know is how this phrase became part of my common parlance. As you have experienced, I'm prone to spontaneously creating phrases, but this one I cannot take all the credit for. This was in fact a joint effort between myself and the recently deceased Josh Vore.
Despite Josh's affinity towards watching Gilmore Girls (which was beyond me), he, Jeremie, other TLS folks, and myself frequently enjoyed playing rounds of Halo. Jokingly, when Jeremie dominated one such round, Josh and I began laughing about how Jeremie boasted about his Halo skills: "Well, you guys put up a good fight, but you never really had a chance. I mean I am just freakin' sweet at this game." And so that became our inside joke, and every time something happened wherein someone won a game of anything, the mocking cry of "I'm so freakin' sweet, it's not your fault," came out. Frequently, this became the defining quote of Josh and my games of Horse on Lukas' toy basketball hoop. "Freakin' sweet" was our joke.
I had forgotten that until I was on the road, making that urgent 3am WalMart run. Then I looked at my shirt, and then it hit: this is a phrase that I have used countless times at seminary, in Virginia, on the Internet, and in all walks of life. But it never hit me of how I was completely in debt to Josh for what I considered to be one of my more humorous utterances.
The reality of missing Josh won't hit fully until I'm around one of the Vores, no doubt. But now, as I see and hear this phrase all around me, it will no doubt bring back the memories of its foundations. I'm gonna miss that boy, he was freakin' sweet.
Random Thought of the Day
Ants, like humans, scurry around with little concern for whatever living things surround them; that is, until someone tries to squish them.
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