A Boy and his Sword

Ugh...seriously?

2009-10-07T20:34:00.000-07:00

For the last time...AVRIL LAVIGNE IS NOT PUNK!!!! In fact, if it weren't for a wisely opportunistic vulture of a producer or agent, she'd probably still be a French Canadian country singer!

I know it doesn't mean anything yet

2009-10-07T20:31:00.000-07:00

Starting the season 2-0-0 means nothing in hockey, but outscoring your first two opponents 9-3 over 6 periods of hockey, both on the road, and one of them being the defending Stanley Cup champion, is sure a heck of a lot better than the alternative...and lightyears better than the D-backs!

Twins Wins!

2009-10-07T06:57:00.001-07:00

Grats to JDub, wherever he may be, on his Twinkies getting back into the post-season (although he should probably send Detroit a thank-you gift for making one of the most historic collapses in MLB history).

Just testing

2009-10-06T18:48:00.001-07:00

My blog posts are supposed to also post to my Facebook wall automatically. I'm just checking if they are doing so or not.

A funny thing happened on the way to this post...

2009-10-06T18:40:00.000-07:00

...and yet as soon as I sit down to write this post, the thought leaves my mind. Ironic since it's been over a year since the last time I posted. Ugh...dumb.

Simply the best

2008-05-09T07:14:00.000-07:00

Brandon Webb.

Go ahead and try to hit his sinker. It drops straight down at 90 MPH. Good luck!

Love and Manhood, NFL style

2008-04-25T08:42:00.000-07:00

Ron Wolfley, a 4-time pro-bowl running back in the NFL, recently became a daddy for the first time and ushered his daughter, Savannah, into the world. The event left him overcome with emotion, leading to this blog post/account of events. While the entire post is really neat and worth a read, I found a new respect for the man when I read this...

"I have always believed the true measure of a man can found in his capacity to love. I now know this to be true. There is no greater strength, nothing more virtuous, no greater motivator and no emotion more fierce than love. People will die because of it and sacrifice for others in the name of it.

There are those that will think I’m soft, that tears aren’t for men and love is somehow not cool. My reply is simple: step outside, cave-dweller, and find out why the Spartans fought so fiercely."

I have long believed that real men feel, and the strongest men feel strongly. While I suspect anger/hate is probably the strongest emotion, love is the *GREATEST* emotion you can feel and the greatest choice you can make, for the man that can avoid succumbing to the strongest emotion and instead love some something to that same extent is great indeed.

Best of luck to you and yours, Ron, and thanks for your perspective!

Yup, they're for real

2008-04-23T17:16:00.001-07:00

And they're here to stay for a while, too. This team is good, and scary good at that for a team this young because they *should* get better. I'm not saying they're going to win it all this year, but I am saying anything less than a .667 win percentage this year would be an underachievment.

The thing I'm scared about is the early success they're having. No pro baseball team can sustain this type of record over 162 games...just won't happen. While the Dbacks are in a position this year where they almost HAVE to do well right now (22 of their first 25 games are against division opponents, and 22 in a row at that - you don't get these games back), it's not how they start that I'm really concerned with but how the finish. And since they ARE doing so well right now, don't be surprised if they have something of a *slump* midseason. Teams will figure them out, slowly but surely. Their youth will show it's head on occasion. I just hope that come mid- to late-August and through September they return to this form and carry it all the way through the post season.

Regardless, this team is going to be exciting to watch for a few years to come. They're young, they're talented in many areas, and everyone in the lineup is willing to do the little things to win a baseball game.

I never thought it would happen, but WoW!

2008-04-23T13:02:00.001-07:00

I swore I'd never play it. The communities were too juvenile. It was akin to rooting for the Yankees or the Lakers. My machine wasn't powerful enough to run it well (at the time, that was too true). Playing WoW would suck the life away from me.

And yet now I have a Palladin for me, a level 1 warrior as a dedicated auction house alt, and a Hunter to go leveling w/my wife, who elected to play a Mage.

*oops!*

The community isn't as bad as I thought and I have a nice new pretty beefy machine to run the program. I do feel a little dirty playing it, though...I've never been a big fan of being a part of an evil empire-ish organization or team, and I do feel a touch bad about leaving my old game. Ragnarok has had a fantastic run, though, and after 6-7 strong years it's really coming towards the end of its life. As for it sucking the life out of us?

My wife said she wanted to play but was hesitant because she didn't want to become addicted to the game (something, by her own admission, she can fall into with video games pretty easily). I said I wouldn't allow it to cut into her reading or her love of books. The result? She's actually been reading more than she has in a long time, and I'm actually reading at all. We've travelled enough in the past few months to have already earned a free night, which we'll be redeeming in May when we head south to TucSuck for a couple days. Sucked the life out of us? Not at all.

If you WoW it up, drop me a line sometime and let me know what server you're on!

Danica's win does not deserve an asterisk

2008-04-22T10:13:00.000-07:00

I've heard some people commenting on Danica Patrick's recent IRL win, claiming it was, "only won on fuel mileage," so it basically doesn't count.

Uh...what?

Wasn't the Daytona 500 won on gas mileage/fuel strategy this year? I didn't hear anyone taking anything away from Ryan Newman after that one. In fact, he was applauded by many for making a gutsy call and then pulling it off. I realize that IRL isn't NASCAR, and NASCAR isn't Formula 1, etc. But really, it boils down to this - it's a race to X amount of miles, first to finish within the rules wins. She did that. To say that she "only won" on mileage is to say that knuckleball pitchers "only won" because they throw a pitch slower and weirder than others. But it's legal. And it works - IF the pitches are better than the batters they're facing. And Danica was better than the other racers/teams that day. I don't get why people are trying to take anything away from her and this win (actually, I do get it, and they're dumb). It's not like she took anything away from them...oh, except for the trophy that she earned by beating everyone else in the field that day.

Is she a better racer than the rest of the field? No, I don't think so. That's what the season points championships help to point out. Does driver weight have something to do with gas mileage and therefore puts her at an advantage, everything else being equal? Possibly...I'm not knowledgable enough of a race fan to know. But she and her team won that day and replaced the monkey with some hardware. For those that don't like it, they should go beat her in a race. That's why they play the game, folks!

Conversation at work

2008-04-18T10:27:00.000-07:00

Me to Co-worker: "I don't like you very much right now."
Co-worker to me: "Huh?"
Third party to co-worker: "What he's saying is that he's not getting any pleasure from you right now."

*insert puzzled look here*

Ummm...Sprechen Sie WTH???? This is why techies many times aren't allowed to also provide direct support to the end user. Things just get lost in translation somewhere.

Tattoos

2008-04-18T10:25:00.000-07:00

First it started with my wife thinking she wanted a tattoo for/around her birthday. Then I chimed in saying if she got one, I'd get another. Then we got her brother in law involved...he's in. Now her sister is in the fold...

That's how you know you're family, baby...bound by ink and blood!

Time

2008-04-18T10:18:00.000-07:00

There never seems to be enough when you want it, and there's always an over-abundance when you want it to go faster.

Things have settled down at home to a semi-normal state at home now, and I find myself wanting about 4-8 more hours in the day. I'd really like more time to be lazy and enjoy more, but with work being slightly less than an hour away (and no chance of that changing is anywhere in sight) and the responibilities that come with marriage (enjoyable though they may be), I just don't have enough time in the day, it seems.

The reality, of course, is that if those extra 4-8 hours were actually available, they'd probably get filled by some entity demanding my time versus used for things I'd prefer. And so it goes...

Oh well!

John Daly - - - -X- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Tiger Woods

2008-03-20T18:35:00.000-07:00

I could make a whole series of posts on what I think is wrong about golf, but for now I'll just focus on this - it needs more John Daly-like people, and less Tiger Woods. And lest I be misunderstood, let me clarify that I don't think Tiger Woods is bad for the PGA or golfers, as the exact opposite is true.

While he's gotten much better in recent years, most common people couldn't relate to Tiger. So few people in this world come from his family's money, achieve his level of success, have his mental toughness (while he's on the course, at least...no idea about how mentally tough he is elsewhere), or anything like that. And I'm pretty sure he's a double-minority to boot, so you know he's encountered some racial bias in the South (if not elsewhere). John Daly, on the other hand, is closer to the common man. The common man isn't addicted to alcohol and nicotine, mind you, nor has the common man been married and divorced as many times as him. He's shown so little focus on his game it's basically mockable. If there's such a thing in golf, Daly is the representation of the common, mainstream sports fan in America.

Both have won multiple majors. Both have had their day in the sun. Both have devoted fans. Both have attributes that are good for the game. But here's where the big difference comes in - in the most common man-friendly tournament on the tour - the Phoenix Open - you won't see Tiger Woods. It also just so happens to be one of the most attended golf tournaments - if not THE most attended golf tournametn - that's not a major championship. It could be because of the AZ weather in February. It could be because of the snowbirds. It could be because AZ is known as a major golf state. Or it could be because there's a huge potential fanbase out there that just wants to have a little beer and a ciggy with their golf instead of a polo shirt and slacks in the sun. Relaxed. Accessible. A familiar, comfortable experience.

Tiger isn't really any of these on a wide-scale basis. Daly is. Screw your Buicks and your Gillette's. I want to see someone sponsored by MGD and Dodge/Ford/Chevy.

Better to remain silent

2008-03-20T18:08:00.000-07:00

People blog for many reasons, I 'spose. We started blogging as an easy means of communicating to our related communities what's going on in our lives. I jumped on as something of an experimental, bandwagon blogger and just kept on going, picking up some fairly loyal readers and friends along the way. I use it now mainly to vent thoughts of all types, silly to serious, mundane to insightful.

Blogs are what I'd call "huge"now, and influence politics, sports, and all other sorts of opinions that don't matter...and some that probably do. One area I wish there wouldn't be a blog is the online newspaper *sigh*

Not all that long ago AZRepublic started allowing readers to register w/their site and post blogs. That's not so bad, but it also allows them to comment on the articles directly after the articles. What this has led to is the idiot-with-a-microphone syndrome on the masses. For those that haven't experienced what I'm talking about, when you give an idiot a microphone, typically one of the first things they do is prove their idiocracy by saying something into the microphone, be it gibberish or some stupid comment (are those two really qualitatively different?) at a louder-than-normal volume which then gets amplified even more by the mic so that you can't really ignore it.

These posts are the cyber-equivalent of shouts of gibberish into a microphone.

As an example, the following message was posted after an article discussing potential cancer-causing health concerns at a local high school (at least five teachers and multiple other students have developed brain tumors in the past 7-9 years; others have had unexplainable respiratory problems; mold and CO gas are present):

"Don't doubt it from Corona. Crappy school in the 80's, guess it hasn't changed much. Tempe High all the way."

WTH??? Is this guy Uncle Rico or something??? What does the school potentially being "crappy" twenty years ago have anything to do w/their health concerns, and how does Tempe High potentially being better relate to that? Maybe this is his way of saying San Dimas football rules?

I don't claim to be smarter than the folks that post such things (although I probably am and, if you're reading this, chances are you are, too), and I don't claim that my opinions are always right (unless my opinion happens to be contrary to that of my nemesis, in which case I'm right by default). I just don't want to be within eyeshot or earshot of such stupidity. If you don't like my blog, fine. Don't read it. But I need to read the news somewhere, and it already has enough bias/spin. Please don't make it worse by proving you have equal or less intellect than Bill and Ted.

If only the games ended at halftime

2008-03-20T12:36:00.000-07:00

It looked for a half like Georgia really did belong in the tournament. Then the reall Georgia showed up (along w/the real Xavier) and the 2nd half happened. ASU may not have belonged in the NCAA - I'm one of the ones that thinks the NIT was the correct bid for them - but Georgia and UofA definitely didn't belong in there, either.

Buh-bye, Bulldogs.

(Sorry, Trevor. They just aren't an NCAA team this year.)

The anti-team

2008-03-20T12:31:00.000-07:00

With 3:12 left in the first half, perenial powerhouse Kent St. has 8 points on 4-20 shooting. Eight. Ocho.

If I was their player, I might not come back for the 2nd half. If you're their coach, you have to be embarrassed. I mean flat out, painfully Billy-Donovan-Style-After-Florida-misses-the-NCAA-tourney embarrassed. Of course he also has to take credit for their lack of performance, but still...

Only in a game like WoW...

2008-03-20T07:45:00.000-07:00

...can you have a two-handed mace, two-handed axe, a sword, 5 vials of oil (presumably glass vials which, magically, don't break), a piece of wolf meat, and 3 apples in a...

"small blue pouch."

WTH??? Have you seen these things?? It's the size of a freakin' COIN PURSE that hangs off your belt. Assuming that all that crap *could* fit into a super-elastic, high shearing strength coin purse, how would it look haning off of your belt? It'd be like a giant, flopping, multi-bladed tumor jangling off your hip.

God forbid you sit down wrong with that thing hanging off your waist!

You got SERVED!!!

2008-03-07T05:38:00.000-08:00

A while ago I realized that I *really* like being served. No, Kiki, not the type of service I'd get just outside of Clark County. I mean good service at a restaurant or something like that.

I've previously ranted about freakin' fast food places not being able to get a simple order right ("Dude, I'm asking you to do LESS work by NOT putting cheese and pickles on my hamburger, but apparently your work ethic is so high that you couldn't possibly live with yourself if you let that hamburger get out the window without them,"). I think I had to go through multiple bad experiences before I realized how much I appreciate the good ones.

It finally sunk in when I was at Buffalo Wild Wings to watch the Liddell/Silva fight in December w/my ol' pal Sonny. We normally get pretty good service here (and it's a GREAT venue to watch most major sporting events, particularly professional fights) but that night it was off. The place was busy, sure, but the liquor was flowing. Mad tips would be had. You figure that more tables = more tips, but we watched two servers look at us, ask us who was helping us, and then walk away having done nothing after we told them that we hadn't been helped yet. WTH??? The third lady finally got it right ("Hey, more tips for me! Sorry about the long wait...what can I get you boys?") and we were fine from that point on.

There are three elements of service that need to be there for a positive interaction. In order from easiest to hardest (or, I guess most common to least often found)...

- Observe/listen
- Respond
- Humbly submit yourself/subordinate yourself to the entity you're serving

It's those places that do all three well and consistently that will continue to receive my business when I'm given the choice.

Increasing the effectiveness of birth control

2008-03-06T17:26:00.000-08:00

If you want to help increase the effectiveness of any birth control measures currently being used by a couple who's never had a child before, simply show them the prices of diapers and formula.

I've never purchased any baby maintanence items before today, when I ventured down the baby isle at the store to pick up some items for the church's community needs ministry. Let me just say that the jaw hit the floor and I might need some denture work. I have no idea how long 40 diapers will last a newborn...maybe a week? Regardless, I saw the prices of diapers and envisioned taking a quarter out of the child's piggy bank every time they took a crap (not that I'd actually do it...but I'd want to since that's basically "disposable" gold it's pooing on). Then I saw the price of formula which, if it didn't give me an even more solid reason to question having children, definitely did give me a reason to keep any prospective children on that natural teet for as long as reasonable for the child's development.

Oh, and before the question comes out from y'all (since they were already asking it even before we got married out here), we don't know if or when we'll have kids but we know it's not a priority at the moment, nor a gigantic desire. We'll see as time goes on but right now we're quite pleased and content to have a family household of 2.

New position, same issue

2008-03-06T05:21:00.000-08:00

I like my new job in IT (which is actually pretty fun so far), but I have to get up at 4:30am to get to work by 6. That warrants a giant :-( At least I beat the majority of the bad traffic.

I don't know that mornings will ever stop sucking. I mean, if the military couldn't beat it make a morning person out of me then I don't think much else has a chance.

I'm back(ish)!

2008-03-05T16:15:00.000-08:00

Hi all! After basically six months of blogosphere silence I'm back in the game...sort of.

No, I didn't commit suicide after OSU lost the national college football championship to an SEC team (as well as their third major sports championship within two years, all of which were lost to friggin' SEC teams), and as you can see I'm still a fan. So is my wife.

Trust me on that.

I know I want to keep blogging and hope to continue to do so with similar regularity as before the break. As most of my readers should now know, the reason for the break was focusing on engagement/wedding plans, then continued into the post-wedding changes. Since contact has been limited w/most of you, I'll summarize all that's new since the new year:

- New job
- New computer desk
- New wife and family
- New home
- New tires
- New church
- Soon to be new computer
- New blog layout (man, that last thing was hideous)

And while this excitement was going on, we also sprinkled in two surgical procedures, three illnesses, two family birthdays, a few holidays, and a partridge in a pear tree.

All of the posts above could fill up a blog post or three. Some I'll get to, some will be delayed, and some may simply be lost in the pile. I'll try to keep up my random musings along w/updates on my life, just as before.

Glad to be back, everyone. Hope all is well!!!

The significance of an asterisk

2007-09-19T20:44:00.000-07:00

I voted to brand it.

Now do I think any of the publicly-lauded heavy hitters are completely performance-enhancer clean? No, of course not. Anyone who is currently perceived as having a shot of breaking the HR record has probably used something, and their records would be similarly tainted.

I don't want it branded because of steroids or other enhancers. I want it branded because of the one thing all those chemicals failed to enhance - Barry's charm. He's a jerk, plain and simple, and I want that asterisk on that ball for all to remember that he went about his career with such a lack of grace and class that it bears mentioning in the footnotes of baseball history.

The order of things

2007-09-19T20:24:00.000-07:00

Jack Bauer may save the world sometimes, but Jason Bourne saves Jack Bauer. Don't ask me which is better or cooler...that's like asking if the NSX or 300ZX twin turbo is better. You'd take either and like it.

I saw the Bourne trilogy in its entirety this past weekend and was pretty impressed. Good action, good plot, good acting. Over the top, granted, but what modern action/spy movie isn't? That's part of the fun of it.

Bourne is incredible, as are the rest of the "Assets." Independent, creative, brilliant, stealthy killing machines. Simply amazing. If I were going to be an assassin, I'd want to be like that, sans amnesia. Oh, and throw in some throwing knives or a bow and arrow or something...some kind of long distance silent killing method.

Jack Bauer is definitely cool and definitely a killa, but Jason Bourne and the Bourne trilogy is more my speed.

Ready, set, BUSY!!!

2007-09-19T19:50:00.000-07:00

5:00AM, get woken up by cat. Resist urge to kill cat and go back to bed.

5:45AM, get woken up by girlfriend's phone call. Forgives girlfriend and go back to bed (this interruption isn't so bad, really)

6:30AM, get woken up by alarm. Put the alarm clock under a pillow w/o turning it off and go back to bed.

7:00AM, get woken up by alarm again and finally get out of bed.

8:15AM, get into work, realize I shouldn't have gotten out of bed.

9:20AM, blink.

10:25AM, get call from former and soon to be again boss, thinks about running back home to bed.

10:55AM, meet with former and soon to be again boss, realizes prior thoughts about running back home to bed were spot on.

1:30PM, breathe

2:00PM, realize what I forgot to do while blinking earlier, attends to late tasks

2:30PM, receive message that my employees have been removed from training classes

2:31PM, head to the Training department with Nerf dart gun in hand to aggressively negotiate to get employees back in training classes

2:33PM, picture a Nerf dart impaling a Training employee for removing my employees from training classes

2:41PM, worry girlfriend by not responding to attempts to contact me

4:30PM, against better judgement, breathe again. Fourteen tasks delayed during said breath.

5:45PM, install new wireless keyboard and mouse...too mentally fried to realize I should go home.

6:00PM, see boss heading home and join her in the elevator down to the first floor.

Welcome! (I know...it needs work still)

2007-09-19T19:45:00.000-07:00

For all those that are visiting from the old blog, welcome to the new home! I truly appreciate your visit and continued viewership.

And yes, I know it needs work. Gotta get some links and the hit counter and other little trinkets like that. Give it time...it'll get fleshed out.

But now, on with the show!

Imagination Uncuffed

2007-09-16T23:51:00.000-07:00

Never did I really imagine that I would be as blessed as I've been recently.

I've been dating the FGF Abby for a few months now and I'm happy to say that we'll be getting married sometime in the first quarter of 2008, likely Jan 19th.

I've know Abby to some degree since we were in high school, however every day that I get to know her better is a day that I'm more amazed by who she is and her character. And then there's her family, a fantastic group of people that I'll get to share my life with.

And then there's the things that we'll have to look forward to as part of the future...details that there's no call to go into here, but suffice it to say that the blessings are simply amazing.

Things like this don't happen to me or my family much. No, not ever. We're the family that has flat tires and dead batteries all the time, that gets into an auto accident and totals the disabled-conversion van two days before the folks are set to go on their 30th anniversary trip. We're the family that needs a root canal after the credit card gets paid off. We're the family that refi's the house only to have the AC, water heater, and dishwasher go bad at the same time. So for something like this to happen to a guy like me from a family like mine...it's beyond anything I've ever imagined.

I'm a romantic, yes, but I'm a realistic romantic. And the realist in me says this doesn't happen to me. But it is, and I'm lovin' it.

Thanks for being you, Abby. You'll get your ring in good time.

A thing of beauty...

2007-09-08T15:42:00.001-07:00

You should figure out real quick that I'm a football fan, and to a greater degree an Ohio State Buckeye fan.

With that being said, I present to you this picture...

The Blog Title

2007-09-08T15:41:00.001-07:00

A Boy and his Sword.

It's simple, really.

The Boy is me. I'm a guy, yes. A male. But for me to call myself a man just sounds weird. I play with nerf dartguns at work. I enjoy video games. I get excited about explosions. Cars and football and most other sports are cool. So are UFC fights. I attend gaming and anime conventions. Most of this isn't stereotypical rugged "man" stuff.

I'm also something of a boy in my spirituality again. I once was strong but I allowed my muscles to atrophy. I've been slowly building them back up for a while and have re-entered the ranks of youth ministry (although it still sounds funny for me to say that the college group is a "youth" ministry...then again, frequently the guys in the dorm acted like jr. high kids so maybe it's not so far away).

As for the Sword, that's scripture. "...the word of The Spirit, which is The Word of God." Through the majority of my schooling I was fairly strong in my faith. I dare not say I was a "good Christian" (I don't know the meaning of the term...it *almost* seems like an oxymoron) but I was most certainly at peace with my Maker. After a period of being kicked around for a while I started returning my attentions towards my faith, and in doing so it was like I was an old knight wielding his sword for the first time in decades - it felt a bit heavy in my hand and weilding it was awkward, but memories fled back into my mind along with a rememberance of how I used to use it...and will come to use it again.

It's not that I've forgotten how to use, read, or study the Bible - to the contrary, that knowledge never left. It's the extended tools...my bible software and concordances and other such references...along with the proper application/interpretation of scripture that is a bit rusty. That's alright, though. Fortunately scripture is for everyone, not just those that "know" how to use it. Heck, sometimes I wonder if those less formally trained aren't actually better able to understand scripture, anyway. The more we "know," the more we tend to lean on that knowledge; but I think it's the Holy Spirit, not our brains, that is the real key.

Entry the First (sort of)

2007-09-08T15:39:00.000-07:00

(This will be a bit longer than mosts of my posts...some history is necessary to make everything relelvant)

A long time ago in a galaxy far far away (aka sometime around the year 2000 in the Southwestern College dorms) I started a journal of sorts. It was something of a prayer journal blended with a "diary" of my spiritual walk.

Let me just tell you that the journal hasn't gone well.

The reason I started the journal in the first place is two-fold. My Dean of Students and supervisor as an RA, coach Steve Morley, once commented that he hadn't encountered a person of greatness or of high repute that didn't keep some sort of a journal. Shortly after that my roommate and fellow RA, Brad Petry, quoted a book that he'd read saying, "People who write things down get things done."

It's rather uncomfortable for me to say that I've found both of their statements to be true; when you look at my journal, there might be ten entries in it. I'm not even sure if I know where it is any more.

While I was spiritually strong while I was at Southwestern my walk greatly diminished upon graduation and entering "the real world." My testimony was further tarnished after my divorce - I made some pretty poor choices out of my emotional distraughtness during the following months.

I've been attending Open Door Fellowship for the past few years - sometimes off-and-on, sometimes more stabley (is that a word...eh, screw it...I majored in English so it's a word now). Their body has been patient with me, accepting me as I was and allowing me, encouraging me to grow strong in the Lord again. Slowly that happened, and slowly that happens. Both past and present tense.

Hooray God for being patient with me.

All the while I've been slowly focussing my attentions back to where they should be, I've also been blogging. Some friends of mine in the game industry initially piqued my interest in it so I started one of my own. That was over two years ago. I wasn't sure if it would maintain momenum or not as I've traditionally hated writing, but it's mostly thrived, averaging about one post every other day. Slowly the blog developed from a way to allow my friends and I to share our chronicles into filling a need to be heard, as well as a recultivated drive to be active and successful. I've always been interested in radio and broadcasting which harkens back to this inherent desire...no, need I have to communicate. So my trusty blog filled all of that.

That is, of course, until someone mentioned that I swear a fair amount in my blog.

*ouch* That stung a bit. Then again, healing salves and truth usually do.

I realized that my blog is one area of my life where I haven't really been walking the walk, or even talking the talk. If you care to download the past couple years of my life to see where I'm coming from, visit onefinalfantasy.blogspot.com. I warn you, though...a portion of the content is R rated. Nonetheless the blog as a whole is a fair representation of what I've spent my time doing for the past two years. A fair representation of me.

So now I start a new blog. Included in it shall be all of my same snarkiness, odd thoughts, and love for football. However this one shall have a spiritual element as well. Where in my previous blog I never really touched on spiritual topics, here I won't be afraid. I find myself chuckling a bit right now, really...it's funny how I can go ahead and spit out my thoughts on everything else, exposing myself to the world, yet the one thing I shouldn't be afraid about at all I hid like it was a virus. Go figure. Stupid fear.

This kinda picks up where my old prayer journal of ten or so entries left off. I strongly suspect this one will be more successful (if for no other reasons than that I can type faster than write, and that I can access the net from just about anywhere).