Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Maybe It's Fad-tastic...

You know about fads. There are fad diets, clothing fads, 80’s fads, hair fads, baby fads, and even hobby fads. They come and go. They ebb and flow.

One of my latest fads it knife fighting. Specifically, Mexican knife fighting.

mexican knife fight:
A knife fight, usually between two individuals, particularly unique in the fact that they have duct taped their hands together in a hand-shaking gesture while holding the knives in their unbound hand. Usually conducted to settle a dispute over food, money, drugs, property, or prostitutes.



I have only had two fights so far, but I killed my opponents rather proficiently. It would appear I have natural talent.

And you know, I laugh when people talk about the inhumanity of Mexican knife fighting. Cause really, it’s no different from cock fights or dog fights! The only difference is a person dies rather than a chicken or a dog. Oh no! Get PETA on the phone!!! Pffft!

Thing is, I don’t think the fad will last very long. Firstly, because knife fights are crazy bloody and I’m not sure I can stomach it much more. Secondly, it appears that they are also illegal and I don’t want to go to prison and have to join a prison gang for protection and kill some random guy for initiation and then get solitary for a while and learn the whole new sport of shiv fighting…

Friday, March 4, 2011

Maybe, I Ams What I Ams and Dats All Dat I Ams...



I'm a blue monster. Mah favorite color is blue. It has been so since… well, since the beginning, I guess. In a pile of documents that include little league photos and weird certificates of advancement that my Mom kept from my childhood there is a collage I made in kindergarten. I actually have memories of making it. I remember slaving away on it under the watchful eye of Miss Minor. Our instructions were to make a collage of things that were our favorite color. Armed with craft paper and that minty smelling glue I set to work. Mine has some blue yarn. A blue button or two. A blue Uno card. And an awesome sketch of a giant blue whale. Frickin’ sweet blue action.





27 years later my closet looks pretty much the same. The Nurse is always giving me grief cause my dress shirts are either white or a varying shade of blue. It is really hard to get away from. It’s not even a premeditated decision. When I set out to buy a shirt I never intend for it to be blue. It just always seems to end up that I come home with a blue shirt in my hand. I’ve started to feel a little self conscious about it.


But after very extensive search, I feel it enlightening to reveal the correct meaning of blue, and defend my color selection. I can only assume the single website I visited (Emily Gems crystal-cure.com) is both fair and balanced.

According to Emily Gems (crystal-cure.com/blue):


How the color blue affects us physically and mentally:


* Calming and sedate
* Cooling
* Aids intuition

*Blue is the coolest color - the color of the sky, ocean, sleep, twilight.

*The ancient Egyptians used lapis lazuli to represent heaven.

*A pure blue is the color of inspiration, sincerity and spirituality.

*Blue is the calming color.

*Dark blue is the color of truth and moderation.

*Lapis lazuli and azurite are said to heighten psychic power.

Blue Energy:

Blue gives a feeling of distance. Artists use it to to show perspective. This is a good way to understand the energy of the color blue - it allows us to look beyond and increase our perspective outward. It contains a cool vibration that is helpful to communication. The vibration if blue can be used to open energy flow where it is blocked. Using blue to relax will encourage feelings of communication and peace.

Put some blue in your life when you want:

· calm and relaxation to counteract chaos or agitation

· to open the flow of communication

· to broaden your perspective in learning new information

· solitude and peace

Blue gem stone properties:

*Blue gemstones promote peace and are used to calm ragged emotions.

*They are used to provide relief to people who have difficulty sleeping or who have nightmares.

*They offer inspiration and enhance the quality of communication.

*Blue is seen as trustworthy, dependable and committed

*As the collective color of the spirit, it invokes rest and can cause the body to produce chemicals that are calming however not all blues are serene and sedate.



See! Blue is pretty straight-up!!!




However, in the spirit of full disclosure, I suppose I should share some other Gem Master Blue thoughts...


However not all blues are serene and sedate.


Electric or brilliant blues become dynamic and dramatic, an engaging color that expresses exhilaration.

Some shades or the overuse of blue may come across as cold or uncaring. Blue is the least "gender specific" color, having equal appeal to both men and women.


Blue also connotes feeling alone and sad and represents 'bruised and broken'


Pfffft... What does Emily Gem know? Who made her the color expert, anyway? Who even wants to be warm and caring!? Color of sadness and alone?? She obviously hasn't heard of my Days of Life festival coming up on April 5th, 2013! Where I will totally NOT be alone.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Maybe What Could Have Been...


Remember that Nicolas Cage movie where he leaves his job and home and everything to go to Las Vegas and drink himself to death?

Initially that seemed like a dark and depressing concept for a movie. But then I got to thinking about how that would have spared us from:


- Captain Corelli's Mandolin

- Ghost Rider

- Next

- Bangkok Dangerous

- Knowing

- Season of the Witch

and coming to a theatre near you:

- Drive Angry 3-D



You even wonder if Nic had some sort of gut feeling about what was coming down the 'ol script pike, so he ran off to Vegas to try and just end it all before it started.

What a tragedy...

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Maybe Birthdays Are So Last Season...

Sometimes I get bored at work and decide to Google stuff and write blogs instead. Today I felt the pressing need to figure out how old I am in days. I found a great website that provided the answer... I am officially 12,234 days old.

You'd think having lived 12,000+ plus days that I'd really have this life thing figured out... Turns out I don't. Here's what my journal entry might look like if I kept a journal.

Day 12,234:
Dear Diary,
I suck at being healthy. It's been about three weeks now that I have had this sinus infection. You should see what's coming out of my nose... it's madness. Everyone around me is dieting and eating healthy and I find myself continually repulsed by their good behavior. In other news, I got a paper cut underneath my fingernail from the label of a bottle of salad dressing in my fridge. Seriously, what are the odds? It really stings. I'm not very good at life...

Sincerely,
JTS22

Ridiculous, I know.

This discovery of my age in days got me thinking... I'm not a big fan of celebrating my birthday, however, I am now a huge fan of celebrating 1,000 day milestones.

So consider this your personal invitation to JTS22's 13,000 Days of Life Festival. It will be held on April 5th, 2013. If you already have plans, I suggest you cancel, because this party is going to change your life for the better.

I imagine it a lot like the State Fair. Pants optional. Please RSVP.

Friday, February 25, 2011

Maybe Public Service Announcement: Blog-stalker On the Loose...

So, I have had a wicked case of blog-stalking the last few days. It’s been… I don’t know, weird?


I should be more specific, I have been Mormon blog-stalking. Can you believe how “blessed” everyone is? It’s crazy! It’s a whole blogging community of incredibly blessed and blissful people where nary a thing goes awry. It’s seriously like we’re all in Katie’s world—where everyone is a pony and they all eat rainbows and poop butterflies! It’s weird people!


I seriously had to pull up a youtube video of baby seals being clubbed to death just to feel normal again.


It would be so refreshing to read a blog “About me” profile that said something like:


Ken Doll and I met at BYU. I didn’t really like him and was horrified when he proposed. I said yes only out of fear; my prospects were few and I was totally worried that I would become an old maid (and we all know about ‘those girls’). We got married in the (fill-in-the-blank) temple. We have (choose at least one but no greater than four) children. I now spend most of my life fixing meals, cleaning up the dishes, cleaning up after the kids, doing the laundry and trying to keep pee off of the toilets. I do a little crafting and blogging on the side ;) By the end of the day I am totally trashed… at which point I have to begin thwarting the incessant sexual advances of Ken Doll. Somehow, we’re keeping it all together. We are so blessed and just so happy with life.


But then again, would I be so comically entertained if everybody didn’t put their best foot forward and show how perfect their world is and how blessed and saintly they are on their blogs?


Hmmmmm….

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Maybe Disney Dot Com, Sucka

Ten things about our latest trip to Disneyland:

1. It is no big secret that Disneyland is the better of the two parks (the other being California Adventure); better, at least, for the kids. Therefore, I offer this tidbit of wisdom: when presented with a “which shall we do first” scenario, always go with Disneyland. Why? Because, by day two your feet are sore, you’re a little sleep deprived, their little legs are tired, etc… It’s just best to use that good first-day energy up at the best places—on the best rides. We made the bizarre mistake of swapping the order this year. Not our best choice.

2. So, you should know that you should NOT plan on “running into” characters like you did in the good ol days. Despite the damage control Disney attempted concerning their Photopass fiasco (see here) there are literally NO characters roaming the park. Freakin’ liars! You will not run into them. There will be no candid moments of your kids spotting Mickey or a Disney Princess across the way and running gleefully into their arms. Simply won’t happen. I do not want to hear you crying about it, cause I frickin’ warned you.

3. If you are heading “that-a-way” this year there are some things you should know: Star Tours is closed for a big “update”. Luckily I knew that before we got to the park. That could have been tragic. An update to what is already a great ride sounds like good times to me. So, hopefully I’ll make it back someday for the updated ride. Also, Splash Mountain is closed for maintenance… til’ like May! What the crap!? This was news to us at the gate, the day we arrived at the park. Splash Mountain is pretty much a family fave for us, so it was quite a blow to start the day that way. $%@#$@#$& Disney!!!

4. Let’s carry the Splash Mountain discussion over into number four. “Closed for maintenance”. You want my honest opinion? I kind of felt like, for the first year ever, that the parks were looking a little… worse for ware? I think Disney needs to close the doors entirely for a bit and spruce everything up. Pressure wash the whole damn park. Throw on a fresh coat of paint. Fluff the fur on some of the characters. Do some heavy maintenance on the rides that really need it—you know, cause they’re ALWAYS broken (i.e.- Space Mountain, The Matterhorn, etc…). Seriously, close the doors for like three months Oct, Nov, Dec (or more) and revitalize the park and then have a huge Grand Opening. People will go nuts to be at the Grand Re-Opening of the newly polished Disney. You could make it quite the affair. I will not charge you any money for this awesome idea.

5. Have you ever seen the movie Cars? I have. More times than I can count with both hands and feet. It’s Bubba’s favorite movie. It has grown on me tremendously. And I would like to inform the director John Lasseter, via this HUGE blog, that apparently his film’s message was not lost on me. Driving to California always used to seem so awful. I dreaded it! But this last time, I seemed to actually enjoy the trip. I was looking at all the different landscapes. Appreciating little old Motels on the side of the highway, in tiny little towns. Lamenting the old abandoned buildings of those same towns and wondering what they looked like when the highway was a two lane road. Somehow the drive to California from Utah seemed totally bearable. How about that!?

6. I had assumed that by building a Disneyworld resort in Hong Kong, that the Asian tourist population at the California parks would dip substantially. I mean, it’s right there in there back yard. I was 100% wrong. They are still there in full force. Impressively.

7. Disney has somehow (maybe this is part of the “magic” they are always talking about), but somehow, they have conditioned me/tricked me into feeling okay about paying $3.00 for a 20 oz bottle of coke. I feel very exposed sharing that with all of you.

8. I don’t mind lines. They are part of the amusement park experience. Anyone who goes into Disney with the expectation that they are going to have very little waiting time for rides is just really setting themselves up for a miserable day of disappointment and frustration. What I do mind? Pushy people in lines. Case in point: I was standing in line with my pretty wife, my three bubbly children and my very patient mother-in-law at the ever popular Finding Nemo submarine ride. We were at the very tail end of a long line and there was about a four to five foot gap between ourselves and the group in front of us. Not much space at all really. We were chatting and waiting patiently when the matron of another family came flying down the chains with here little family in tow. She approached us, saw the VERY SMALL gap between us and the group in front of us and went to step between my wife and myself to move into that space! She stopped short and looked up at me, and said very nastily and very annoyed, “Oh! Are you in line?” What!? Are you serious lady? Am I in line? No, I stand here everyday with my wife and kids and just watch people pass through these cattle guards. We were well within the ropes… not like we were standing out in open, undefined space. I was taken back enough that I was literally speechless at her audacity. Though I did not respond audibly, Mrs. Pushy Pants must have discerned my annoyance. She stepped back and gruffly said, “Sorry.” What in the hell did she want me to do? Butt hump the people in front of me to ensure there was no space? Who are these people!?

9. I am pretty sure Mickey has had some “work” done. The guy does not look a day older than when I saw him as a kid. So much so that he is sporting a “Kidman” forehead. You know, the kind that doesn’t move—has no expression? Kind of a little on the freaky side? And I’m not one to point fingers. I understand it is fairly normal practice in “the business” of Hollywood. I guess I’m just making an observation. Just call me Isaac Freakin’ Newton.

10. You always see someone you know at Disney. Always. But, if I may brag a little, I laid out an awesome line when I had my “run in to someone you know” moment at Disney this last time. I was standing in the bathroom in Toon Town, waiting for Bubba to finish washing his hands. As we turned to walk out, in walks Matt Hyer. A kid I grew up with from my lifelong home ward in Sandy. I stopped short. I didn’t smile or anything, I looked him up and down and said, “Matt Hyer… of all the bathrooms in all the world.” He looked terrified! He quickly searched his shirt for a name tag or something and then stuttered, “You… you know who I am?” In his defense, we had not seen each other for years and I did have on some aviators. He studied me for a second and finally recognized me. It was pretty funny. Fun to see Matt, his wife and kids and his mom and sis.

Seriously. Of all the bathrooms….

Friday, February 11, 2011

Maybe It's All About the...

Beards.

I have had this weird obsession with facial hair of late. Is it because I can't grow one right now? I don't know. All I know is that I want a serious mustache or a crazy beard or something.

I wish I had a big fuzzy beard and people were like, "I would really love to just curl up in your beard and take a nap?" That would be sweet.

A big fuzzy beard- that people just wanted to climb inside it and live.

Or like a Magnum P.I. stache.

Any of those would do really.

Thanks for listening. I feel better having talked about it.