20.12.09

This has been on my mind...

Why is it in America, we drive on the right side of the road, but sit on the left side of the car?

23.11.09

The New Masters of the World

You who have endured much
Pain and sacrifice
Tell me, when are you going to
Live your life
How much longer will you hate this strife?

When will you realize this is home?
Why can’t you see that you’re not alone?
This new group of people is your family
And they love you like you love me.

You may think that you’re doing fine
All well and good, but you’ll see in time
That no matter how deep runs this lie
That others see, this
Isn’t the truth, just wait and see

I can see through to what you need
And it isn’t something Walmart sells
Half price
It’s a way to happiness, with no sacrifice
Go ahead now, and live your life


2.11.09

The Sunrise of My Life

As God is good all the time, He is with us all the time. Instead of all the time, I’m going to use the phrase every moment of every day. Means the same thing, but looks better abbreviated. EMOED vs. ATT. I’m a Verizon customer, so I guess that’s part of it. And EMOED says emo-ed. Some people have a thing against emo people, but since it means emotional, I think more people could stand to show more emotion. We are human, are we not? (I believe the Killer’s ironically had a song posing the same question) Anyways, I that people consider time spent with God, or pretty much anything relating to God, including time spent with Him, holy. As such, EMOED is holy. Our lives, or to be more precise, the time we spend alive, is, dare I say, holy time.

This morning, I went Chesapeake Bay Bridge/Tunnel to watch the sunrise. Not for any reason, well, there was one...ish, but you’ll see. On the way, I got pulled over. I kinda freaked out, because on top of not having done anything wrong, at 5:20am, in a city in not the best part of town, you have an aversion to parking on the side of the road. But it was ok, a good guy with a gun was right there the whole time. (It was for a brake light that was out.) I thought about the time, and I thought…at the very core of it, the officer was helping me. He was sharing information that could prevent a future ticket, or worse, someone rear ending Sherman. (I’ve named my car after the tank.) My time was shared with another person. It was, dare I say, holy?

I think most people start to realize their morality too late. They have “Bucket Lists.” I figure since every moment is holy, we should go with that. Spend every day doing something that we wouldn’t otherwise do. What’s Whats the point in life if we don’t live it? At what point do we monotonously drone through our daily lives for the sake of what? Money? Most people wouldn’t claim happiness…

But the sunrise was beautiful. Dare I say it, holy?



27.10.09

Easy Way To Call The Radio.

One thing the FCC can spend their time on, besides legislating morality, is something I thought about one day. No, this had nothing to do with the Superbowl years ago, or when Bono spoke a little too clearly. I mean, if he mumbled like the other guys in U2, or like everyone else in a rock band, or every other Irishman, he would have been fine. But no, enunciation is key. I don't really care about that. But I do get sick of driving around, although, since I've moved here, I can change that to "I do get sick of sitting in traffic, hoping to drive around," and here some reason to call a radio station. I have only called radio stations a couple of times in my life, and not for tickets or anything. I wanted to hear a song, but now I don't even do that.
I just listen to Christian Radio, and pray for the song I want.
Part of that is never knowing the number. Oh yeah, the DJ's say it, with the crossfader turned on, so as soon as they say the area code, the next song is playing.

"Give us a call at 96X at 757-6...(music starts) I was walking down the street...(DJ's voice) TO WIN TICKETS TO SEE THESE GUYS LIVE!...pretty thing approaching me."

That actually annoys the crap out of me. And as a side note, I went back and Googled the concert. I went. It was good. With no help from 96X. But if the FCC would adopt my method here, then it will be easier for you and everyone else in the listening area to win those tickets.

A telephone number is made up of the the area code, the exchange, and the last four. They might more commonly referred to as first three, second three, and the last four. (Seriously, what the hell are those called?) There are also 800 numbers, which are supposedly toll-free, but my phone bill doesn't do tolls anymore, it just charges minutes. But the 800 replaces the area code. So give all the stations an 800 number. And for the first three, make it the area code of the broadcasting area. It would look like 1-800-336, for a station from Central to Western, NC, 1-800-704, for a station from Charlotte/South Central, NC, 1-800-757, for something from Norfolk/VA Beach...you get the point. Then, for the last four (stupid numbers...) it can be the radio station's call sign. So the End from Charlotte would be 800-704-1065. Hot 100.5 in Norfolk would be 800-757-1005. Makes sense?
I can hear detractors from this plan already..."but what about those stations in the 80's and 90's on your dial?"

2 things- A) Ha, dials. B) Insert a zero before the 3 digits of the call sign. 96X would be 800-757-0961. NPR from Greensboro, NC would be 800-336-0885. Every radio station. Everyone knows how to call. Everyone wins.

25.10.09

25 Things I Learned Road Tripping...

1) Never plan on the “last one.” If you do, everything will go wrong on that one.

2) Deer are not as cute or pleasant as their name implies.

3) You don’t have to cover yourself in deer urine to kill one. But you do have to be awake really early in the morning.

4) While Virginia State Police are real testy about radar detectors, they don’t give a flip about those “must have 2 headlight” laws.

5) When you cross county lines, the easiest way to find out if it’s a speed trap is to drive 5 miles/hour under the speed limit for the 5 miles. If cops come out of the woodwork to pull over the cars that pass you, it’s a speed trap. Drive the limit for the rest of the way. If not, make up for lost time.

6) Waffle House hash browns, nay any food consumed at 3am, tastes better when surrounded by friends.

7) There is, unfortunately, such a thing as "too deaf to hear emergency vehicles". Or the "music that is up too loud".

8) Make sure your shotgun rider is awake.

9) Even Stupid Johnny Stupid Cougar Stupid Mellencamp’s stupid song about puberty will keep you awake if you sing it loud enough.

10) Caffeine is a gift from God.

11) If you hear a Fleetwood Mac song, chances are higher it’s a stupid easy listening station rather than a good rock station.

12) Elton John, too.

13) Billy Joel is a crapshoot.

14) It’s easier to share the road with professional truck drivers at 4am than it is with minivan driving soccer moms or guys who are up for work at 5. Yes, the hour really does make a difference.

15) I think work zone speed limits should have posted hours. There is no reason why I have to drive 35 miles/hour for 5 miles at 2am when workers aren’t there and I already went over the one lane bridge that’s dangerous.

16) I think I should have bought a car phone charger. I would have really flown through those unlimited night minutes.

17) Always have a bottle of water. You never know when you’ll get thirsty.

18) Virginia State Police don’t care about public urination on the side of the highway, either.

19) Dark Side of the Moon is really a great album. There’s more on it than just Money, stupid DJ.

20) Even though they can’t hear or understand it, screaming obscenities at the car in front of you, or giving every deer or deer crossing sign you see the finger does make you feel better about it.

21) If I hear 25 or 6 to 4 one more time, I’m gonna puke.

22) Every vehicle can go 65. You have to want it to, though.

23) I’m sick of McDonald’s being the only 24 hour fast food place. Step up, Burger King.

24) In a pinch, Dr. Drew answering questions from herpes ridden 16 year olds is worth listening to.

25) In the style of Andrew Bernard. Don't Bring Me Down by ELO. Complete with hand motions. "Nailed it." Yes, I did.