Monday, June 15, 2009

A Memory of a Movie

Ok. I have apparently decided subliminally somehow to only update the blog once a month. To some of you that may just be about right, and to the other, and quite smaller group I may add, it may not be enough. After all I know that my blog must be an all-you-can-eat buffet of laughter. I can't help but think back to a few years ago while I was living in St. George. A few times my friends and I would get together and have fun with a video camera. One of the endeavors we undertook was an authenitic "true to life" recreation of the Ammon and King Lamoni story in the Book of Mormon. I really really wish I still had that video so I could post it on Facebook. Anyway, I played the part of King Lamoni, and did so with such power and awe-inspiring skill that it probably would make Charlton Heston's Moses look like a babe in its mother's arms. (The preceeding statement is most likely false in every respect). The video was so true to the story that instead of using real severed arms, we got the ingenious idea to replace them with oven mitts. Chew on that Speilberg! I had tons of fun making it, the only regret I do have is that a true cinematic treasure is now lost. (That preceeding statement is mostly false, except for the "I had tons of fun making it" comment). What does the movie-making future hold for me? Only time will tell.....

Saturday, May 16, 2009

The quasi miracle

For the second time in a row, I am going to write about golf, and yes I did golf this morning.  This particular outing was more pleasent than usual.  I will start off by saying that for the second consecutive time, my driving ability was pretty non-existant.  I should probably work on that huh?  Anyway, overall I think I did better than at any point in my entire life, as far as the overall round went.  For some reason, be it luck or whatever but my ball happened to find itself about 25 feet away from the hole, not that far off the green.  I took my usual practice swings and then hit the ball.  Let me tell you now that the hit was an absolute thing of beauty.  I watched as the ball hit the green, and like a laser guided missile hitting its target, rolled right into the hole.  I was pretty much in shock.  Never in my life had something so wonderful as that happened, and just a guess but probably will not happen again.  That made my day.  I am going out on a limb here by saying that it was all because I watched Happy Gillmore last night.  Moral of the story:  Happy Gillmore will turn any bad golfer into a good one (temporarily).

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Golf....I like golf very much. I think the reason I like it so much is the uncertainty. I have experienced the phenomena of doing well (for my subpar ability), and then the very next round throwing whatever game I had to begin with to proverbial heck. At the very pinnacle of self-confidence I get knocked way back to it is where I came from in the first place. The prompt for this entry comes from today's golf outing. Four of us were in the group, out of which I came in third place. One of the main reasons for this is that I could not drive the ball if my life depended on it. If hitting the ball poorly were a crime, I would be locked away for a very long time. Watching me try to hit the ball was like watching a blind man chop wood. The day wasn't all bad though. At least I made it through the entire nine holes without losing a ball. That rarely happens. I did manage in all my eccentric stupidity to not put sunblock on, and hence my skin magically turned red. (I think they call that a sunburn.) That leaves me with two memories of today's activities. May many happy days of golfing uncertainty be ahead!

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

A country weekend

In starting this entry, I want to state that yes I am in fact going to a country concert this weekend. Those who know me would most likely be thinking to themselves that I have gone way off the deep end or so, and believe me when I say that I completely agree with you! I will admit that I do like some country, but to consider myself a country fan I have to decline. I often said to myself that I would never go to a country concert, and I find myself disobedient to my own way of thinking. Feel fee to verbally abuse me at any time. The only two reasons I am going are 1. the ticket is free (there is no way I would actually pay to see a country concert) and 2. to get away from Salt Lake for a very brief amount of time. If I don't make it out alive, keep in mind that I went out without much of a fight but with my boots on. So remember to keep me in your prayers as I brave a couple of hours of country music. If somehow I make it though, I will hopefully be a better man for it.

Friday, February 6, 2009

.A Movie for a Life

I think it would be fun to think of various movies that would describe different aspects of my life, and I will attempt to humor you with some ideas that I can apply too my life. First of all, just as a warning I apparently have temporarily lost the ability to be clever, so if this entry sucks, here is my preemptive apology. A movie that would describe my work life well would be The Neverending Story. Trying to describe my everyday life is a little more trying. *thinking really hard* Possibly Groundhog Day. Sometimes I feel I am reliving the same day over and over again. On to my social life. A good one for that would be The Invisible Man, which would aptly describe why it is Friday, and I am home. Finally on to my love life. As a precursor to this let me say that I am overly ecstatic that Valentine's Day will be here before we know it. YAY VALENTINE'S DAY!!*
The two movies that instantly come to mind are 1. Gone With the Wind and 2. Gone in 60 Seconds. I don't think I need to explain those. This probably isn't my best work, but it will have to do. I hope you at least somewhat laughed or at least started to crack a smile.
*=sarcastic remark

Saturday, January 31, 2009

Holey Pantalones!

Last weekend I was in the mall looking to purchase some clothing. I was looking at pants, and noticed that mostly every pair of pants had at least one hole in them. I was unaware they had thrift stores in the mall these days. The sad observation was the store I was in was not in fact a thrift store, only had the quasi-appearance of one. One of the many things I will never do is buy a pair of pants (new) with holes already in them. If I did, in some hopefully brief instance of insanity and confusion wish to purchase holey pants, I would just go to the DI and save myself about fifty dollars. In fact, I don't think even the DI would sell such pants. Luckily I was eventually able to find a nice pair of pants with no holes. Call me old fashioned or whatever you will, but if any pants of mine have holes, it will be because I wore them out, or out of my own stupidity caused the hole myself. Don't get me started on the pants with the stains already in them.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Overconfident to zero in 30 minutes

Confidence is a very good thing. Overconfidence is not so good. In my opinion, males are born with a gene that makes us believe in ourselves more than we should. It is similar in some respects to the idiot gene, and the "I don't need to ask for directions" gene. Well one night, that gene decided to show up in all its glory. Getting straight to the point, I felt like I could handle the "chocolate milk challenge". This consists of drinking a gallon of chocolate milk in an hour, and then keeping it down for another hour. To make a short story even shorter, I failed. It wasn't one of those times where I can say that "I almost made it" , I didn't even come close. I lasted about thrity minutes. The remains of my ill-fated attempt were scattered across the bathroom floor. Do you know how it feels to stand in the ruins of a crumbled ego? Not good I will tell you, but a man's ego is like a cartoon character. It can get blown up one second, then appear in the next scene as if nothing had happened. This occured back in 1999, and I am happy to say that my overconfidence gene is still as good as ever.