talking bout a RESOLUTION

I am a horrible blogger. (Add that to the list of things I suck at. Spell is at the top of course. Cursing is next; I just sound silly when I do it.)

I have been wanting to blog about the differences between President Elect Barack Obama and Rev. Martin Luther King Junior.

I have been wanting to blog about the initially offensive comments of Bishop Robinson on NPR and weigh them with some encouraging words of Rob Bell form a Sex God chapter.

I have blogged none of those things. I've been too busy trying to figure out what to do about my job, my house, my debt and... what was the other thing... oh yeah, groceries.

I am working on getting up a resume' which means I need a portfolio. But, most of the work stuff I do isn't really a good representation of my style, but I have little time outside of work because I'm having to pick up a few other odd jobs to help make ends meet. It is a vicious cycle, but HERE is my Portfoliog. It's got a clever title and everything.

Take a look. Let me know what you think.

Wildebeest is a Funny Word

I remember when The Lion King came out on DVD. This was the first Disney movie that incorporated CGI technology really well. Not the first, but the first to do it well. The artist was explaining one of the scenes that utilized the technology. It was when Mufasa gets trampled by the herd of wildebeest (I think that's what they were).

The point is that there were a whole lot of one kind of animal. The easy, logical and technological thing to do would have been to just duplicate that one animal design and mimic its movements thousands of times and be done with it. But, they didn't know that.

What they did was made each animal look a little different. They all ran a little differently. They were unevenly spaced and wild. I mean... it's not like you can tell that the creatures are different. You can't tell how evenly spaced they are. You don't notice all of the things that they did... but you would notice it if it weren't there. You would notice if they all looked too perfect--like toy soldiers.

It's easy to notice when people don't do things a lot of times. Like when my wife does not put up her towel. It's hard to notice all the things that she does. Like... well... everything. It's hard to notice that when I'm not here she rears my son, cleans my house and cooks my meals. I say that I do my best to notice, but I'm afraid I don't do that well enough.

So, for all of the clothes, towels, medicines, diapers, burp cloths, meals, trips, wildebeests and everything that I don't notice...

Thanks. You are the best.

New Year... Again

If there was a federal holiday that I could chose to work through it would be New Year's Day. I honestly don't see the point. All of the holidays that I like either memorialize something of old or celebrate something grand. Not so with New Year's stuff. What does it memorialize? Yesterday? What does it celebrate? Tomorrow?

No, New Year's Day is a holiday because people are too hung over from New Year's Eve to come into work. It's a holiday for frat boys. Frat boys and valley girls who like to say, "Hey remember two seconds ago when it was so last year?"

I guess what bothers me the most about this inane holiday is this: I really wanted to go to the bank today. I mean... isn't it hard enough to get to a bank when it's open already? Do we really need to come up with more reasons for them to close their doors for the whole day?

It's just a new year! You didn't see this coming for like 365 days!?