Having just talked to my dad for Father's Day, spending time reminiscing about me when I was young, we got to talking about the movies/videos that I always watched when I was just a young'un. I remembered a lot of it, but some of it my dad reminded me of, and I just had to share it with someone.
So, thanks to the miracle that is YouTube, here is a summary of a number of my childhood memories. Oh the memories :-)
George Harrison - I Got my Mind Set on You
MC Hammer - U Can't Touch This
I guess embedding of MC Hammer's "U Can't Touch This" is disabled, so here's the link if you want an awesome blast from the past:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=otCpCn0l4Wo
Star Wars - Jabba the Hutt
Sorry about the subtitles in this one.
An American Tail - Never Say Never
Babar
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles II - The Arcade Game for Nintendo
Obviously you don't need to watch all of this. Plus the guy playing has no idea what he's doing, I could play circles around him in this game :-) (Boy, if that doesn't make me cool, I don't know what does!)
Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers
Another one with disabled embedding. You won't be disappointed by watching this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q0YkXmebAGM
Wow. I had a great childhood! :-)
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Why Soccer Sucks
1. They don't review the plays. All this technology we have now, and they won't look to see what really happened. Instead, much of the outcome of the game relies on what the refs think they saw in the mass of players on the field. Here's my point illustrated:
Oh yeah, I forgot you can get called for a hand ball when it hits you in the cheek. That makes sense.
2. Soccer players are the biggest pansies in the world. Here's my point illustrated a few times:
There's tons of other videos like that.
3. How much time is left?? Today in the USA - Slovenia game, it reached the 90 minute mark and the officials added 3 minutes to the game. Then just before the 3 minutes were up, someone got injured (or so they made everyone believe. See #2.) and they played until about 94:25 or so until one of the officials blew the whistle. The announcers didn't even know if that was a whistle that signified the end of the game. What a joke!
4. There's an exciting moment every, what? Ten minutes? Good grief. That's like worse than watching baseball. (Ohh it's a pop fly! It's going to deep center! It's going.... going... oh no wait, it was caught. That's just another out, same as all the other ones.)
Sorry soccer (football) fans, but your sport sucks. The only cool thing about it is that so many people all over the world like it, which creates a vortex of cyclical confusion in my mind.
Oh yeah, I forgot you can get called for a hand ball when it hits you in the cheek. That makes sense.
2. Soccer players are the biggest pansies in the world. Here's my point illustrated a few times:
There's tons of other videos like that.
3. How much time is left?? Today in the USA - Slovenia game, it reached the 90 minute mark and the officials added 3 minutes to the game. Then just before the 3 minutes were up, someone got injured (or so they made everyone believe. See #2.) and they played until about 94:25 or so until one of the officials blew the whistle. The announcers didn't even know if that was a whistle that signified the end of the game. What a joke!
4. There's an exciting moment every, what? Ten minutes? Good grief. That's like worse than watching baseball. (Ohh it's a pop fly! It's going to deep center! It's going.... going... oh no wait, it was caught. That's just another out, same as all the other ones.)
Sorry soccer (football) fans, but your sport sucks. The only cool thing about it is that so many people all over the world like it, which creates a vortex of cyclical confusion in my mind.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Cheese is not mold!
I know I already put this on my Facebook, but I just had to put it out there again.
I'm a bit of a mold-phobic. When I see any small amount of mold on anything, I'll just throw the whole thing away. This is most applicable to breads and cheeses.
Then most people are like "Silly Bob, everybody knows cheese is just mold anyway!" At this point I always think, "I should look that up, because I think that's a bunch of bull...logna." (Get it? Like "bologna?")
So today I finally did. And it turns out I'm not silly at all! (At least, not for that reason...) CHEESE IS NOT MOLD! At least not the kinds I ever eat. Here's a quote from eHow.com's article "Is Cheese Really Mold?":
So you say, "See?? There it is! 'Mold is used in the cheese-making process for some types of cheese."
And I say, "Here's the rest of the quote: 'Some types of cheese that are made using mold include Roquefort, blue cheese, Gorgonzola, Camembert, Stilton, and Brie.'"
So hah! No one eats those kinds of cheeses anyway! (Except maybe bleu cheese, which they shouldn't be eating anyway because it's gross.)
Furthermore, if there is visible mold on any of those soft cheeses, you need to throw it all away. Only on hard cheeses where mold isn't used in the cheese making process can you safely cut mold away. And even then, it is recommended that you cut at least one inch around the edge of the mold, since mold grows roots into the food.
Now if I ever hear someone tell me that 'cheese is just mold' I will just refer them to my blog.
To wrap it up, here's another quote from the article:
I'm a bit of a mold-phobic. When I see any small amount of mold on anything, I'll just throw the whole thing away. This is most applicable to breads and cheeses.
Then most people are like "Silly Bob, everybody knows cheese is just mold anyway!" At this point I always think, "I should look that up, because I think that's a bunch of bull...logna." (Get it? Like "bologna?")
So today I finally did. And it turns out I'm not silly at all! (At least, not for that reason...) CHEESE IS NOT MOLD! At least not the kinds I ever eat. Here's a quote from eHow.com's article "Is Cheese Really Mold?":
"Cheese is not a type of mold, but mold is used in the cheese-making process for some types of cheese."
So you say, "See?? There it is! 'Mold is used in the cheese-making process for some types of cheese."
And I say, "Here's the rest of the quote: 'Some types of cheese that are made using mold include Roquefort, blue cheese, Gorgonzola, Camembert, Stilton, and Brie.'"
So hah! No one eats those kinds of cheeses anyway! (Except maybe bleu cheese, which they shouldn't be eating anyway because it's gross.)
Furthermore, if there is visible mold on any of those soft cheeses, you need to throw it all away. Only on hard cheeses where mold isn't used in the cheese making process can you safely cut mold away. And even then, it is recommended that you cut at least one inch around the edge of the mold, since mold grows roots into the food.
Now if I ever hear someone tell me that 'cheese is just mold' I will just refer them to my blog.
To wrap it up, here's another quote from the article:
"The misconception that cheese is nothing but mold is false. In fact, mold on cheese can release potentially harmful toxins and is highly undesirable."
Monday, June 7, 2010
I guess this weekend wasn't for resting
Friday:
Internship meeting from 12-1 as usual. Then I met with my mom in Murray to look at our auto insurance policy. Apparently my credit rating and driving record are so good that by switching our plan to put it under my name reduced our policy's premium from over $1500 every 6 months to $601 every 6 months! Ka-Ching (says my mom)!
I get home just in time to leave for the Hot Springs in Spanish Fork Canyon. What a place! It was super secluded (about a 45 minute hike from the trail head, which was about a 10-15 minute drive from the highway) and extremely scenic! (To see pictures, click here).
Then we went to In-N-Out. The guy who joined our group at the hot springs (who was originally there by himself... yeah...) must have overheard that we were going to In-N-Out and I guess he followed us there. A little bit creepy...
Then of course hot tubbing and swimming, since we apparently didn't get enough of the water.
Saturday:
10am Ultimate game. We weren't at full strength, were missing one of our best players, and had a player with an ankle injury (way to walk back and forth between end zones, Nat! Sorry we couldn't get it to you better...), and we lost. I think losing 6-12 isn't so bad when you are so outnumbered.
Then went to watch the Soccer game. We also lost that. I guess we couldn't expect much being one man down, and when the other team has a bunch of Hispanic players and an African player. (Complimentary racism?)
Ward activity at Rock Canyon park with a water balloon civil war. I wish I had pictures of that. Oh well.
Volleyball at the Riv at night. Fun times.
A couple of episodes of 24. It's sickening that we have only 1 more episode left in season 1 when we started like 10 days ago. It's also awesome.
Well time for bed. I'm still awake because I took a 2-hour nap today, but maybe I can manage a little sleep before tomorrow.
Those who read all the way to the end: leave a comment on what you're thinking about right now.
Internship meeting from 12-1 as usual. Then I met with my mom in Murray to look at our auto insurance policy. Apparently my credit rating and driving record are so good that by switching our plan to put it under my name reduced our policy's premium from over $1500 every 6 months to $601 every 6 months! Ka-Ching (says my mom)!
I get home just in time to leave for the Hot Springs in Spanish Fork Canyon. What a place! It was super secluded (about a 45 minute hike from the trail head, which was about a 10-15 minute drive from the highway) and extremely scenic! (To see pictures, click here).
Then we went to In-N-Out. The guy who joined our group at the hot springs (who was originally there by himself... yeah...) must have overheard that we were going to In-N-Out and I guess he followed us there. A little bit creepy...
Then of course hot tubbing and swimming, since we apparently didn't get enough of the water.
Saturday:
10am Ultimate game. We weren't at full strength, were missing one of our best players, and had a player with an ankle injury (way to walk back and forth between end zones, Nat! Sorry we couldn't get it to you better...), and we lost. I think losing 6-12 isn't so bad when you are so outnumbered.
Then went to watch the Soccer game. We also lost that. I guess we couldn't expect much being one man down, and when the other team has a bunch of Hispanic players and an African player. (Complimentary racism?)
Ward activity at Rock Canyon park with a water balloon civil war. I wish I had pictures of that. Oh well.
Volleyball at the Riv at night. Fun times.
A couple of episodes of 24. It's sickening that we have only 1 more episode left in season 1 when we started like 10 days ago. It's also awesome.
Well time for bed. I'm still awake because I took a 2-hour nap today, but maybe I can manage a little sleep before tomorrow.
Those who read all the way to the end: leave a comment on what you're thinking about right now.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
NorCal Trip
So this is what I think would be about the coolest thing we could ever do. It would be a lot of driving, but totally worth it and relatively cheap for how long the trip is.
- Day 1: Drive from Provo to Coarsegold, CA, about 55 miles south of Yosemite Nat'l Park. Stay at roommate's grandparents house
- Day 2: Yosemite Nat'l Park. Do whatever hikes people want to do, possibly including Half Dome. Drive back to Coarsegold in the evening/night.
- Day 3: Drive to Danville to John's house. Spend the afternoon/evening in San Francisco seeing some sights. (Golden Gate Bridge bike ride, anyone?)
- Day 4: More San Francisco sights. Stay at John's house again.
- Day 5: Drive up to Auburn to Brent's house. Go boating all day on the nearby reservoir. Stay at Brent's house.
- Day 6: Drive home to Provo.
I think the trip would be especially fun if we did it over 4th of July weekend, but that's a whole other discussion. Meanwhile, since travel costs are so cheap, we could see a symphony or a play for $20-50. Also, we could keep food costs down by buying our own food to prepare at the houses and having our own sandwiches/snacks for the drive rather than stopping at restaurants. We could probably do this whole trip at a cost of about $150/person or less.
Anyway, I just had to get it out there. I'll be trying to get people interested in the next week or so.
Monday, May 31, 2010
Conversion
Keep in mind that a lot of this story deals with my mom, as she was baptized before I was.
In August of 1999 in Madison, WI my mom and I were in the middle of putting together a new gas grill and eating pizza when there was a knock at the door. I went to answer and there were two men in suits standing at the door who asked for my parents. My mom went to talk to them and invited them in.
--Background Time!--
My mom grew up in a Catholic family and went to 12 years of Catholic school, but she says it never really did much for her. She was interested in religion but felt that something wasn't quite right with everything she had been learning. So when I was young she studied around, and we went to a few different churches. When I was about 7 she started studying with the Jehovah's Witnesses (in Ann Arbor, MI while she was going to grad school). I spent most of the time in the basement playing with their son, Noah. The only thing I remember about him is that he used to make his own board games and they were actually pretty fun) She studied with them for about a year until she finally asked them how they knew that what they were teaching was true. When they talked about how they have the best Bible scholars who understand the Bible better than anyone else, she thanked them for the time she had been studying and sent them on their way. Her interest in learning about religion and her time spent studying with the JW's was a primary reason for her not turning away the two LDS missionaries who showed up at our door in August of 1999 while we were building a grill.
All I remember about the first discussion we received then was that I kept leaving to get more pizza, and that I was surprised to see that the modern-day prophet didn't look all Moses-style but wore a suit and looked like a pretty normal guy.
A couple of months went by as we got to know a good number of missionaries that passed through the area. We invited them to dinner, had Family Home Evening with them, and got pretty attached to some of them. My mom had been thinking about (but not reading much from) the Book of Mormon. She was also going to church on Sundays (I wasn't). The missionaries continued to plead with her to read from and pray about (not just think about) the Book of Mormon. Finally one day in a discussion she asked the missionaries how they knew that everything they talked about was true. (Years later my mom asked me if I remember when she did this, because she was fully expecting for this to be one of the last times we met with them, and was worried that I would think she was being too harsh on them.)
Of course they had a simple answer that my mom wasn't expecting. They had prayed about it and had received and answer that it was true. This is when it finally dawned on her that she could do the same. (Even though the missionaries had been telling her all along.) Even then it took her another few weeks to finally do it, but once she got around to it (in a beautiful rolling-hills part of Wisconsin that served as a leash-free dog park) she received her confirmation.
As a 14 year-old, I thought the missionaries were neat, and I respected what they taught, but didn't really think twice about it in the serious way that it deserved. My mom was baptized in November of 1999, and I had actually started going to church and even early morning seminary by the end of the year. The missionaries started re-teaching the discussions for my benefit, and in February committed me to baptism. I honestly wish I remembered the details of this whole part better, but I do remember being baptized on March 12, 2000 just after turning 15.
Looking back, I realize that my real testimony didn't come until after I was baptized. I remember reading the Book of Mormon with my mom one night in 2 Nephi 9 and just having an overwhelming feeling of peace. I had prayed about the Book of Mormon before, but I guess this was the moment that was right for me to finally receive an answer.
It's been an amazing journey since. I've gotten to be the first in my family to serve a faithful two-year mission. I really can imagine how empty life would seem without knowing the truth of the gospel. I don't bear my testimony often, but I hope that doesn't lead anyone to think that I doubt it. I've had doubts and gone through hard times, many questions, and less-diligent phases, but time and time again I'm reminded of how blessed I am to know the truthfulness of this gospel.
p.s. this is probably my favorite picture from my mission. Taken looking from the island of São Migual, Açores.
In August of 1999 in Madison, WI my mom and I were in the middle of putting together a new gas grill and eating pizza when there was a knock at the door. I went to answer and there were two men in suits standing at the door who asked for my parents. My mom went to talk to them and invited them in.
--Background Time!--
My mom grew up in a Catholic family and went to 12 years of Catholic school, but she says it never really did much for her. She was interested in religion but felt that something wasn't quite right with everything she had been learning. So when I was young she studied around, and we went to a few different churches. When I was about 7 she started studying with the Jehovah's Witnesses (in Ann Arbor, MI while she was going to grad school). I spent most of the time in the basement playing with their son, Noah. The only thing I remember about him is that he used to make his own board games and they were actually pretty fun) She studied with them for about a year until she finally asked them how they knew that what they were teaching was true. When they talked about how they have the best Bible scholars who understand the Bible better than anyone else, she thanked them for the time she had been studying and sent them on their way. Her interest in learning about religion and her time spent studying with the JW's was a primary reason for her not turning away the two LDS missionaries who showed up at our door in August of 1999 while we were building a grill.
All I remember about the first discussion we received then was that I kept leaving to get more pizza, and that I was surprised to see that the modern-day prophet didn't look all Moses-style but wore a suit and looked like a pretty normal guy.
A couple of months went by as we got to know a good number of missionaries that passed through the area. We invited them to dinner, had Family Home Evening with them, and got pretty attached to some of them. My mom had been thinking about (but not reading much from) the Book of Mormon. She was also going to church on Sundays (I wasn't). The missionaries continued to plead with her to read from and pray about (not just think about) the Book of Mormon. Finally one day in a discussion she asked the missionaries how they knew that everything they talked about was true. (Years later my mom asked me if I remember when she did this, because she was fully expecting for this to be one of the last times we met with them, and was worried that I would think she was being too harsh on them.)
Of course they had a simple answer that my mom wasn't expecting. They had prayed about it and had received and answer that it was true. This is when it finally dawned on her that she could do the same. (Even though the missionaries had been telling her all along.) Even then it took her another few weeks to finally do it, but once she got around to it (in a beautiful rolling-hills part of Wisconsin that served as a leash-free dog park) she received her confirmation.
As a 14 year-old, I thought the missionaries were neat, and I respected what they taught, but didn't really think twice about it in the serious way that it deserved. My mom was baptized in November of 1999, and I had actually started going to church and even early morning seminary by the end of the year. The missionaries started re-teaching the discussions for my benefit, and in February committed me to baptism. I honestly wish I remembered the details of this whole part better, but I do remember being baptized on March 12, 2000 just after turning 15.
Looking back, I realize that my real testimony didn't come until after I was baptized. I remember reading the Book of Mormon with my mom one night in 2 Nephi 9 and just having an overwhelming feeling of peace. I had prayed about the Book of Mormon before, but I guess this was the moment that was right for me to finally receive an answer.
It's been an amazing journey since. I've gotten to be the first in my family to serve a faithful two-year mission. I really can imagine how empty life would seem without knowing the truth of the gospel. I don't bear my testimony often, but I hope that doesn't lead anyone to think that I doubt it. I've had doubts and gone through hard times, many questions, and less-diligent phases, but time and time again I'm reminded of how blessed I am to know the truthfulness of this gospel.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
I'm not a sugar daddy
Starting tomorrow Kellie "the Bone" and I are going to refrain from eating anything with refined sugars in it for 5 days. I am positive this will turn out to be MUCH harder than I think. Pretty much anything that comes in a box will have sugar added to it, and I won't be able to eat it. I may end up starving tomorrow until I get a chance to go to the store on Monday to buy stuff I can actually eat. Or maybe I'll just eat oatmeal all day.
Just thinking about it makes me realize that I definitely don't eat enough fruits and vegetables. And that makes me think that maybe I'm not as healthy as I thought I was. Or maybe I just say that because I ate half a large pizza today. Yeah that's probably the real reason.
Anyway, I guess it'll be an adventure. It reminds me of when I was in high school and my mom and I decided we were going to eat like vegetarians for one week. The only thing I remember is that I went over to a friend's house and told his family about it (it came up in regular conversation) and I overheard them talking about it to each other and they thought it had something to do with me being Mormon. (I had recently converted.)
Anyway, I'm done writing. Maybe tomorrow I'll blog about my conversion, because I realize I haven't really said much about it on here. Yay!
Just thinking about it makes me realize that I definitely don't eat enough fruits and vegetables. And that makes me think that maybe I'm not as healthy as I thought I was. Or maybe I just say that because I ate half a large pizza today. Yeah that's probably the real reason.
Anyway, I guess it'll be an adventure. It reminds me of when I was in high school and my mom and I decided we were going to eat like vegetarians for one week. The only thing I remember is that I went over to a friend's house and told his family about it (it came up in regular conversation) and I overheard them talking about it to each other and they thought it had something to do with me being Mormon. (I had recently converted.)
Anyway, I'm done writing. Maybe tomorrow I'll blog about my conversion, because I realize I haven't really said much about it on here. Yay!
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Somber
I'm in one of those moods today. It's been like one of those constant, "everyone else is doing something either productive or fun, and I'm at home doing nothing productive nor fun." It got better once we had our intramural games in the evening, but seriously once I got back from my internship (I spent most of the time social bookmarking. Oh boy.) I had NOTHING to do.
Strike that, I had stuff I could have done, but decided not to. I wonder if, subconsciously, I just wanted to be able to complain about it later. I like to think of myself as a glass-half-full kind of person, but I guess something I prefer to see the half-empty side of things and fill up the other half with social interactions.
You know how sometimes you like to just be alone? I don't get that feeling very often.
On a few positive notes, I'm almost done with The Magician's Nephew, and we won our Ultimate game, despite being one man down the whole time! We actually started with only 5 players, so they dropped a player to make it slightly more even, but once we scored twice in a row they decided we didn't deserve that luxury. Fortunately someone else came to make it 6 on 7, and we still won 12-7. Booya!
Anyway, did anyone actually read this? Leave a comment if you did :-)
Saturday, May 22, 2010
I'm hungry
Here's another exercise in stream of consciousness writing. It can be a good way to get thoughts out of my head and onto a place where I can read them. Unfortunately I can't really go back and change what I wrote because, well, that would completely defeat the purpose. (Except for spelling mistakes, since for whatever reason I temporarily forgot how to spell "purpose")
I had my first tennis match today for the spring intramurals tennis tournament. It went well enough, since I won. I had a few good plays in there, and for the most part my serves were consistent. But it wasn't as glorious a win since the guy I was playing was simply having a bad game. He seemed like he had the technical aspects down well, but just was making a ton of unforced errors. Too bad.
I just watched the Count of Monte Cristo again for the first time in many years. (Saying many years makes me think of a British person from the 1800's. Maybe because I just watched the Count of Monte Cristo...?) What a great movie! I almost can't help but wonder, though, if what Edmund was accomplishing through his revengeful schemes wasn't simply enacting justice. I mean, everything that happened to those he got revenge on was just (I think). So maybe the key difference between spiteful revenge and just revenge is the motivation? Or can there not be such a thing as just revenge? Or maybe, as the movie seemed to be saying, only God can really deal out justice. What patience!
K, I don't want to make this too long since no one will probably want to read it anyway. I'm just tired and hungry and think I'll go to bed so I can be rested for my tennis matches tomorrow. (Er, later today. Ugh.)
I had my first tennis match today for the spring intramurals tennis tournament. It went well enough, since I won. I had a few good plays in there, and for the most part my serves were consistent. But it wasn't as glorious a win since the guy I was playing was simply having a bad game. He seemed like he had the technical aspects down well, but just was making a ton of unforced errors. Too bad.
I just watched the Count of Monte Cristo again for the first time in many years. (Saying many years makes me think of a British person from the 1800's. Maybe because I just watched the Count of Monte Cristo...?) What a great movie! I almost can't help but wonder, though, if what Edmund was accomplishing through his revengeful schemes wasn't simply enacting justice. I mean, everything that happened to those he got revenge on was just (I think). So maybe the key difference between spiteful revenge and just revenge is the motivation? Or can there not be such a thing as just revenge? Or maybe, as the movie seemed to be saying, only God can really deal out justice. What patience!
K, I don't want to make this too long since no one will probably want to read it anyway. I'm just tired and hungry and think I'll go to bed so I can be rested for my tennis matches tomorrow. (Er, later today. Ugh.)
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Baffling
I still haven't quite grasped the concept that a girl can actually like a guy. I still feel like they just put up with us because they're supposed to. I also haven't quite grasped that a girl can actually pursue a guy, as in show signs of interest. Even when I receive those signs, I just call the girl outgoing and flirty and don't think twice about it.
Maybe I've just seen too many movies.
Or maybe I just don't want to seem stupid by assuming someone is interested only to find out she's just outgoing and flirty.
Confusion! Probably (hopefully) where confusion isn't necessary...
Maybe I've just seen too many movies.
Or maybe I just don't want to seem stupid by assuming someone is interested only to find out she's just outgoing and flirty.
Confusion! Probably (hopefully) where confusion isn't necessary...
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