I am excited for 2009. It means I approach one year closer to death. I can start running again and start mountain biking in again. I can practice losing my patience in a more succinct and effective way, not just randomly and haphazard. I can approach life with a less cynical point of view and concentrate on the positive. I can open my heart just a little more and not be so closed off. I teach my children something meaningful. I can watch less TV, listen to more enlightening music. Shoot my gun more. Take work to a new level. Drink less soda and e- drinks. Enjoy living a little more, embrace 35 and knock down the prideful just a little. Remember to never hold grudges. Awesome!!
The burning sensation worked its way like a snake slowly zigzagging its way up my body, my lungs burned with each breath like daggers piercing my throat, bright lights flashed in my dizzy mind. The tears were long gone dried like a cruel paint in a wind strewn pattern accross the side of my face and cheeks. I dry heaved convulsing, Was this a bad dream?, My hands would not stop shaking.
I will deviate from my normal mindless course of unpopular music and weird rants to touch on a subject I am inadequately qualified to talk about. For the first time in many years the true meaning of Christmas has touched my cold and callous heart. I happened upon one of those BYU education week replays from 2004. This one was entitled The Passion of the Christ". It was a response or clarification of the doctrine of the LDS church regarding the Atonement. My eyes were opened and I was blessed with a small dispersion of the miasma of my hard heartedness. In an instant the peace I so often seek set upon me and oddly still remains. My heart is full of gratitude for my Savior whom I imperfectly worship and for the understanding that peace can be found in this life through him that broke the bonds of death and suffered unimaginably so that each one of us can obtain eternal life.
If you have spent any time in the South then you may have had biscuits and gravy. The Olympus Grill in SLC made some good b and g may they rest in peace. We had some excellent southern fare tonight, it may have not been authentic red-eye gravy but it was probably better that it wasn't.
Many years ago I went to the Doctor, Dr. Patterson to be exact. He prescribed the Orb. The Orb was good causing many hours of funky beats. Then one day I found the Blue Room single at Zia's. 40 + minutes of ambient dub house genius. While the Orb might not fit your aural needs to me they are the best of the best
This is Assassin enjoy if you dare.
Something new for the the reggae lover in all of us
Posted by AlienfloydFinally I have a comic book based series of movies to get excited about. We watched Iron Man the other day and then we watched the Incredible Hulk last night. I 'm a big fan of Edward Norton and Tim Roth. I love the cameos of Stan Lee and I can't wait to see how the "Justice League " turns out.
For two years have have struggled to make it on my own only to realize I can't do it on my own.
Iron Man. So we don't watch alot of movies anymore, because ...well I 'm not sure. Maybe it's the lack of faith I have in the movie industry at coming up with anything worth watching. I really don't care for bad language...so Iron Man was great. It held my attention and I even forgot Gwenyth was in it. Bonus! It was intense, cool gadgetry and what kid ..er guy has not wanted to fly in a cool titanium alloy suit. Once again the only good terrorist is a dead one.
I can't get enough of the Specials right now. This is an erie one and super chill.
JibJab, inappropriate balloons, and dang good sweet potatoes
Posted by AlienfloydThanksgiving was great, The Cold turkey was fun as always. Thor ran it this year. It was great weather. My parents made us all a great thanksgiving dinner. It was a good time. My brother thought it would be funny to make a balloon animal that wasn't really and hand it to my Grandma. I was afraid she might have a coronary. It did help that he added details with a marker. Chelli 's Sweet taters were awesome, I don't get the haters on the taters.
Yes Lori's pies were awesome as well.
Peace and pray for the Indians...
B
So What do you all think of the new look? Love it right???
1. Twilight is not for guys.
1. Started your own blog
2. Slept under the stars
3. Played in a band
4. Visited Hawaii
5. Watched a meteor shower
6. Given more than you can afford to charity
7. Been to Disneyland
8. Climbed a mountain
9. Held a praying mantis
10. Sang a solo
11. Bungee jumped
12. Visited Paris
13. Watched a lightning storm at sea
14. Taught yourself an art from scratch
15. Adopted a child
16. Had food poisoning
17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty
18. Grown your own vegetables
19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France
20. Slept on an overnight train
21. Had a pillow fight
22. Hitch hiked
23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill
24. Built a snow fort
25. Held a lamb
26. Gone skinny dipping
27. Run a Marathon
28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice
29. Seen a total eclipse
30. Watched a sunrise or sunset
31. Hit a home run
32. Been on a cruise
33. Seen Niagara Falls in person
34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors
35. Seen an Amish community
36. Taught yourself a new language
37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied
38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person
39. Gone rock climbing
40. Seen Michelangelo’s David
41. Sung karaoke
42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt
43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant
44. Visited Africa
45. Walked on a beach by moonlight
46. Been transported in an ambulance
47. Had your portrait painted
48. Gone deep sea fishing
49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person
50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris (well the second floor)
51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling
52. Kissed in the rain
53. Played in the mud
54. Gone to a drive-in theater
55. Been in a movie
56. Visited the Great Wall of China
57. Started a business
58. Taken a martial arts class
59. Visited Russia
60. Served at a soup kitchen
61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies
62. Gone whale watching
63. Got flowers for no reason
64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma
65. Gone sky diving
66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp
67. Bounced a check
68. Flown in a helicopter
69. Saved a favorite childhood toy
70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial
71. Eaten Caviar
72. Pieced a quilt
73. Stood in Times Square
74. Toured the Everglades
75. Been fired from a job
76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London
77. Broken a bone
78. Been on a speeding motorcycle
79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person
80. Published a book
81. Visited the Vatican
82. Bought a brand new car
83. Walked in Jerusalem
84. Had your picture in the newspaper
85. Read the entire Bible
86. Visited the White House
87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating
88. Had chickenpox
89. Saved someone’s life
90. Sat on a jury
91. Met someone famous
92. Joined a book club
93. Lost a loved one
94. Had a baby
95. Seen the Alamo in person
96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake
97. Been involved in a law suit
98. Owned a cell phone
99. Been stung by a bee
Don't ask. Just do or do not.
I never tire of this song from the Cult. It reminds me of driving the streets of Phoenix with my friends.
I wake up 6:52 nearly every morning after hitting snooze since 5:30. Why? It keeps me sane. The short dreams are an amalgamation of genius and acid trips running through my brain. If anyone knows me they know of my weird dreams. Dreams that I am other people, dreams of co-workers, dreams of people I have never met. Dreams of strange places, impossible situations with the occasional out right nightmare. I embrace my dreams, I occasionally write them down. I learn valuable lessons from them and they keep my sanity intact.
Why can't I shed a tear
Why can't I feel fear
Why can't I forget my dreams
Why can't I rip the seams
Why can't I break my gaze
Why can't I live for days
Why can't I drive in rain
Why can't I strive and feign
Why can't I talk on time
Why can't I walk the line
Why can't I steal your name
Why can't I feel the same
Why can't I pull the trigger
Why can't I be bigger
Say it
weigh it
pray and make it!
Why can't I see my self in spite of myself?