This is to convince our friend Becky that she should make comments on my blog. This is my public statement of discontent. Now, Becky, you have no excuse.
This blog is going to be a list. A list of questions that all you readers (ALL of you readers) are meant to read. You must pick one and respond to it in at least 3 words. Everyone who does will be put into a drawing to pick the subject for my next blog. Also, I have not forgotten the ice cream sandwiches, soap, cd, paint drawing, or limerick. Patience is a virtue that we on www.grandmasterchris.blogspot.com value highly.
Question 1) What was your favorite toy as a kid and what was a toy that you always wanted?
Question 2) If I had a piece of pumpkin pie crust in my teeth at a party, would you tell me it was there? What if we were in the middle of a conversation? What if it was someone that you didn't know?
Question 3) Don't you think Miss Manners has the best advice ever?
Question 4) If you inherited $10 million from a stranger, what cool thing would you buy? Would you work, and if so, what job would you do?
Question 4.5) If you didn't have to ever worry about money, what would you do all day to keep yourself busy (job/play/projects)?
Question 5) Tell me a bit about your favorite scar, won't you?
That's it. The winner will get to pick a subject for any blogpost they would like, and any extras in it (song/dance/talent show/Anna getting puked on by Soapy again). I don't even have to know you. If you found this blog by pressing "Next Blog" up at the top, that's cool. You can still win. Also, Becky will get a certificate of achievement if she will comment. What a deal!
Sunday, November 30, 2008
The Times I almost died
There have been two times in my life that I have almost died. I am sure there are tons more where I narrowly escaped horrible injury and pain , but I can only think of two instances where I was inches/minutes away from certain death.
The first was in 2000 when I was flying to the States all on my own. I had just flown from Berlin to Frankfurt and I had some time to kill there. I met my Bishop in the airport and he let me go into the red carpet lounge with him and we ate the free fruit and cookies they had there. My plane arrived and I went to go check in and everything, but when I got to the counter, they handed me a bunch of extra papers and took my passport for more screening. I was intrigued because this had never happened before, so I asked why I had to fill out so many forms. The guy behind the counter told me that one of the passengers just in front of me had been pulled out and arrested because he was carrying a bomb. A bomb! Luckily they found it and pulled him out. I still think about it. I wish I could have seen him get arrested or have been sitting next to him on the plane before it took off or something. Then it would be cooler. But I still was pretty close to being pulverized.
The second story is all my fault. I was a counselor at Scout Camp the year I turned 18. I taught archery at the far end of the camp property, and very few supervisors walked by there because it was about a mile away from anything else other than the rifle range (even though we only had BB guns). Classes had finished one day and I was unstringing bows and putting them away. I often had extra time before lunch so I would go and shoot for about a half hour, and that day, I decided to shoot for a while after I cleaned up all the other equpiment. I shot and then got bored and decided to do trick shots. This, of course, was where I started making bad choices. I shot at angles and with my left hand and with my eyes closed, but then I started wondering how high I could shoot. I was using the heaviest bow we had a camp which I think had a 35 pound draw, which isn't really powerful but it was a recurve. I walked out into the range and shot straight up and watched it for a few seconds, and then I realized that I needed to get out of the way, so i ran under the canvas tent that was set up for the classes and waited. It was then that I heard whistling and saw my supervisor walking up the path towards me. I panicked and realized I needed to look natural, so I put down the bow and thought that if I walked out the the targets, it would look like I wasn't doign anything stupid. Right when I take a step out from under the tarp though, I heard a quiet fwisssh and a splat and I looked down while I kept walking. The arrow had buried itself by my left foot in the mud after missing my shoulder by 7 inches. If I was half a step over, it would have gone right through my heart into my intestines. That would have been ugly and unfortunate. I was shaken up for about 10 minutes but I don't know that I really learned a lesson. I mean, I did in as much as I know logically that I shouldn't do things like that, but I don't think you really change or learn a lesson until something has been taken from you.
Which really stinks for me.
The first was in 2000 when I was flying to the States all on my own. I had just flown from Berlin to Frankfurt and I had some time to kill there. I met my Bishop in the airport and he let me go into the red carpet lounge with him and we ate the free fruit and cookies they had there. My plane arrived and I went to go check in and everything, but when I got to the counter, they handed me a bunch of extra papers and took my passport for more screening. I was intrigued because this had never happened before, so I asked why I had to fill out so many forms. The guy behind the counter told me that one of the passengers just in front of me had been pulled out and arrested because he was carrying a bomb. A bomb! Luckily they found it and pulled him out. I still think about it. I wish I could have seen him get arrested or have been sitting next to him on the plane before it took off or something. Then it would be cooler. But I still was pretty close to being pulverized.
The second story is all my fault. I was a counselor at Scout Camp the year I turned 18. I taught archery at the far end of the camp property, and very few supervisors walked by there because it was about a mile away from anything else other than the rifle range (even though we only had BB guns). Classes had finished one day and I was unstringing bows and putting them away. I often had extra time before lunch so I would go and shoot for about a half hour, and that day, I decided to shoot for a while after I cleaned up all the other equpiment. I shot and then got bored and decided to do trick shots. This, of course, was where I started making bad choices. I shot at angles and with my left hand and with my eyes closed, but then I started wondering how high I could shoot. I was using the heaviest bow we had a camp which I think had a 35 pound draw, which isn't really powerful but it was a recurve. I walked out into the range and shot straight up and watched it for a few seconds, and then I realized that I needed to get out of the way, so i ran under the canvas tent that was set up for the classes and waited. It was then that I heard whistling and saw my supervisor walking up the path towards me. I panicked and realized I needed to look natural, so I put down the bow and thought that if I walked out the the targets, it would look like I wasn't doign anything stupid. Right when I take a step out from under the tarp though, I heard a quiet fwisssh and a splat and I looked down while I kept walking. The arrow had buried itself by my left foot in the mud after missing my shoulder by 7 inches. If I was half a step over, it would have gone right through my heart into my intestines. That would have been ugly and unfortunate. I was shaken up for about 10 minutes but I don't know that I really learned a lesson. I mean, I did in as much as I know logically that I shouldn't do things like that, but I don't think you really change or learn a lesson until something has been taken from you.
Which really stinks for me.
Friday, November 28, 2008
Trees
I decided to forgive myself and not worry about making up the post I missed. Mostly because it means I don't have to think of another topic to write about. It is laziness that keeps me loving myself.
We took Lisa up to East Campus of the University of Nebraska where the law school, dental school, and dairy are. I showed off the newspaper stands and my locker and then we went to get some ice cream. Rather Anna and Lisa got ice cream and I scoffed and got hot chocolate. It was cold, why would you want to eat ice cream? Soapy was being good (but she is still kind of creepy and zombie like since she got her shots on Wednesday. Probably its Solanum.)
But as we were leaving, we passed by some nice firs in the arboretum. Lisa noticed a small sign zip-tied to a branch and we looked at it.
It had a little robo-pooch in the corner and text that said
"This tree has been sprayed with rotten eggs and synthetic fox urine. It will release a foul smell if it is taken into a warm house."
A few things ran through my mind: Why does it not stink now? Why did they spray it? Did they wait for eggs to get rotten before they mixed it with the fake-o fox urine? How do you spray that?
I suppose they have had problems with people stealing trees for christmas? What does the university do once spring rolls around? Can you really wash off rotten eggs and fox urine? Did the sprayers object to handling the stuff? I kind of want to steal a branch off of the bottom and take it into a warm house to see if it really stinks. Why doesn't it stink in the cold either? Maybe they use high tech science or something.
cool cool.
I would also like to add that the pumpkin pie turned out great. The crust wasn't doing so hot (I'll have to get you to teach me how to make a nice crust, Katie), so we ended up with more of a pumpkin torte with a crust base than a pie, but it was nicely stirred and chilled. Also, we are enjoying the turkey bits that we gleaned from the carcass.
We took Lisa up to East Campus of the University of Nebraska where the law school, dental school, and dairy are. I showed off the newspaper stands and my locker and then we went to get some ice cream. Rather Anna and Lisa got ice cream and I scoffed and got hot chocolate. It was cold, why would you want to eat ice cream? Soapy was being good (but she is still kind of creepy and zombie like since she got her shots on Wednesday. Probably its Solanum.)
But as we were leaving, we passed by some nice firs in the arboretum. Lisa noticed a small sign zip-tied to a branch and we looked at it.
It had a little robo-pooch in the corner and text that said
"This tree has been sprayed with rotten eggs and synthetic fox urine. It will release a foul smell if it is taken into a warm house."
A few things ran through my mind: Why does it not stink now? Why did they spray it? Did they wait for eggs to get rotten before they mixed it with the fake-o fox urine? How do you spray that?
I suppose they have had problems with people stealing trees for christmas? What does the university do once spring rolls around? Can you really wash off rotten eggs and fox urine? Did the sprayers object to handling the stuff? I kind of want to steal a branch off of the bottom and take it into a warm house to see if it really stinks. Why doesn't it stink in the cold either? Maybe they use high tech science or something.
cool cool.
I would also like to add that the pumpkin pie turned out great. The crust wasn't doing so hot (I'll have to get you to teach me how to make a nice crust, Katie), so we ended up with more of a pumpkin torte with a crust base than a pie, but it was nicely stirred and chilled. Also, we are enjoying the turkey bits that we gleaned from the carcass.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
I am scum
I forgot to post yesterday. my nablopomo is destroyed!
but what I would have written is that I found ten dollars on the street. I really did. It was the best thing I have found since the quarter i found by a trash can the day before.
We spent it on two sandwiches from Jimmy Johns.
I also would have told you that sometimes I forget we live in the twenty-first century. I was at a grocery store and I couldn't see any bananas for the thanksgiving banana cream pie. I was looking and looking, and I realized, "wait... bananas don't grow in the fall. man..." I decided to give it one last shot and ask the produce guy (stacking pears) if there was any chance that there are bananas around. I considered asking him if any other stores had bananas at this time of the year, but I didn't because I didn't feel like asking him abouit the other stores (that has always been weird for me. I am sure they don't even care, but it is hard for me.) So I said
"I don't suppose you have any banana now, huh?"
He gave me a weird look at pointed to the huge pile of bananas that I had missed somehow. And thats when I remembered we live in America and capitalism means we have bananas all year round. For a few seconds i was genuinely astounded. How embarrasing.
Speaking of pears, did you know the california state flag is the result of a typo? It was supposed to be a pear.
Well, I hope this can sort of make up for that part of all of you that died because of my neglect. I'll do today's report later tonight.
-Chris
but what I would have written is that I found ten dollars on the street. I really did. It was the best thing I have found since the quarter i found by a trash can the day before.
We spent it on two sandwiches from Jimmy Johns.
I also would have told you that sometimes I forget we live in the twenty-first century. I was at a grocery store and I couldn't see any bananas for the thanksgiving banana cream pie. I was looking and looking, and I realized, "wait... bananas don't grow in the fall. man..." I decided to give it one last shot and ask the produce guy (stacking pears) if there was any chance that there are bananas around. I considered asking him if any other stores had bananas at this time of the year, but I didn't because I didn't feel like asking him abouit the other stores (that has always been weird for me. I am sure they don't even care, but it is hard for me.) So I said
"I don't suppose you have any banana now, huh?"
He gave me a weird look at pointed to the huge pile of bananas that I had missed somehow. And thats when I remembered we live in America and capitalism means we have bananas all year round. For a few seconds i was genuinely astounded. How embarrasing.
Speaking of pears, did you know the california state flag is the result of a typo? It was supposed to be a pear.
Well, I hope this can sort of make up for that part of all of you that died because of my neglect. I'll do today's report later tonight.
-Chris
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Lunch, Fire, Slice! betrayal...
Part I: If I could have lunch with anyone that I do not know now, I think I would pick Charlie Chaplin. I haven't ever seen any of his movies, but I think I saw a youtube clip once and it was kind of funny. I think he would be a nice guy and probably a good conversationalist. I would like him to show me how to walk funny and then I would introduce him to the 21st century. I was going to pick Alexander the Great, but frankly, I can't imagine him being very good company. He would probably not like Nebraska. Maybe he would, but I doubt it. I'll bet Rudyard Kipling would be a great guy. Actually, let's do this: you have to pick three people that you would invite over for a game night. I would pick Rudyard Kipling, Charlie Chaplin, and Kant. I don't remember if his first name is Emmanuel or Immanuel. Immanual? Immanual labor? Ha ha. One of my professors told me that I./E. Kant would never discuss philosophy outside of the university and that he was a very polite and nice guy and fun to have at holiday parties. Perfect! Actually I want to invite 4 people over so I can invite Judy Blume. Or 5 so that Alberto V. Einstein could come. That would be the cool table. I would probably have to sit at the end by the kitchen and have to get cloths to clean up spills though. My life is always rough.
Part II: Jan 27 1984 is my birthday. I share the birthday with Mozart and Lewis Carrol. Also, the girl who sat next to me in one of my jobs at BYU was born on the exact same day as me, but in Mauritius. One of my favorite things about my birthday is that on January 27, 1984, Michael Jackson's head caught on fire. I have never been able to find out when exactly it happened, but I like to think that it is at the same moment that I came into the world. I come in, his hair goes out. I was born at noon. If his hair caught on fire at 10 am (which isn't so unlikely considering he was shooting a Pepsi commercial when it happened), then I would be convinced. That is just how intense I am. The King of Pop burns in my presence. He is just lucky he wasn't in Opelika.
Part III: I like cutting boards. I want one of those big two inch thick ones where the end grain faces you and it is impossible to move because it weighs, like, 30 pounds. Lisa gave us a Williams and Sonoma catalog over the summer and it was pretty cool to look at. I would like to get a nice knife set once I get a job. I would also like to buy lots of olive oil and poptarts and never run out of either ever again. I hate buying olive oil because I know how much I could be paying if I was somehow on the other side of the world. It is like paying $4 for a can of rootbeer when you are outside the U.S. You just feel like a fool. Whatever. An entire blog with no mention of bicycles.
The End
(everyone but Katie, ollscray ownday orfay oremay)
Cool. So I lied about it being the end.
I went out to a used parts bike shop and got myself outfitted for this new bike. I fitted it with cranks and pedals, shortened and aligned the chain, and got the seat in all nice. It turns out I got the wrong size stem though. It is the part that attaches the handlebars to the frame. It is like a millimeter too large, so I am going back tomorrow morning to get a smaller one. But it'll be all ready to ride tomorrow. Anna is excited because this frame is smaller than mine, so she will be able to ride it very comfortably. I think she'll like it a lot more than the DweebCruiser6300. I think I am going to get knobby tires and mess around with the gears of the 6300 to turn it into a sweet single speed mountain bike. There are some good trails around here and I think I am ready to try the whole mountain thing. I'll let you know how it goes.
Oh yeah. This morning when I got to school, the black abandonded Trek wasn't there. Some reader of my blog has betrayed me and alerted the Lincoln mafia that there was a nice rusted frame to be had. My own audience.
I trusted you, readers.
I would have loved you, bike.
R.I.P.
25 November, 2008
Part II: Jan 27 1984 is my birthday. I share the birthday with Mozart and Lewis Carrol. Also, the girl who sat next to me in one of my jobs at BYU was born on the exact same day as me, but in Mauritius. One of my favorite things about my birthday is that on January 27, 1984, Michael Jackson's head caught on fire. I have never been able to find out when exactly it happened, but I like to think that it is at the same moment that I came into the world. I come in, his hair goes out. I was born at noon. If his hair caught on fire at 10 am (which isn't so unlikely considering he was shooting a Pepsi commercial when it happened), then I would be convinced. That is just how intense I am. The King of Pop burns in my presence. He is just lucky he wasn't in Opelika.
Part III: I like cutting boards. I want one of those big two inch thick ones where the end grain faces you and it is impossible to move because it weighs, like, 30 pounds. Lisa gave us a Williams and Sonoma catalog over the summer and it was pretty cool to look at. I would like to get a nice knife set once I get a job. I would also like to buy lots of olive oil and poptarts and never run out of either ever again. I hate buying olive oil because I know how much I could be paying if I was somehow on the other side of the world. It is like paying $4 for a can of rootbeer when you are outside the U.S. You just feel like a fool. Whatever. An entire blog with no mention of bicycles.
The End
(everyone but Katie, ollscray ownday orfay oremay)
Cool. So I lied about it being the end.
I went out to a used parts bike shop and got myself outfitted for this new bike. I fitted it with cranks and pedals, shortened and aligned the chain, and got the seat in all nice. It turns out I got the wrong size stem though. It is the part that attaches the handlebars to the frame. It is like a millimeter too large, so I am going back tomorrow morning to get a smaller one. But it'll be all ready to ride tomorrow. Anna is excited because this frame is smaller than mine, so she will be able to ride it very comfortably. I think she'll like it a lot more than the DweebCruiser6300. I think I am going to get knobby tires and mess around with the gears of the 6300 to turn it into a sweet single speed mountain bike. There are some good trails around here and I think I am ready to try the whole mountain thing. I'll let you know how it goes.
Oh yeah. This morning when I got to school, the black abandonded Trek wasn't there. Some reader of my blog has betrayed me and alerted the Lincoln mafia that there was a nice rusted frame to be had. My own audience.
I trusted you, readers.
I would have loved you, bike.
R.I.P. 25 November, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
I got a bike!
So Anna and I went to the library so that she could pick up the book she put on reserve (Hunger Games, the one that Bridget reviewed here) and so that I could get some more books/movies. Anna and I have been wanting to start our own little family-simultaneous-literary-society-sessions (not a bookclub, mind you), and this one sounded cool to both of us. It is kind of like one of those cross-genre books, like Cormac McCarthy's stuff. His books are great and make me want to go ride a horse into Mexico. Maybe looking for a wolf. Or to get thrown into and escape from a filthy prison where I have to stab a man to save my own life. You should check them out Nathan. They are pretty sweet. He writes apocalyptic cowboy tragedies.
But at the library tonight I got some cool looking spy books and some documentaries. I'll let you know how they are. Probably not though.
Anyways, before we got to the car, the missionaries came back from tracting or whatever they do all day (we live right across the hall from the missionaries) and Elder H. says to me, he says:
"Hey Brother Lewis, do you want a bike?"
"Yes," I say, not believing my sweet luck.
It turns out some missionary left and didn't want to take his bike. It is an old steel frame Schwinn racing bike. It doesn't have a stem in front, so the handlebars are dangling by the brake cables, and there are no cranks or pedals, and no chainring, seat post or a seat, but those are not expensive and not hard to come by. What a sweet deal! I want to turn it into a nice singlespeed (freewheel, so you can coast like normal) with nice fenders and maybe a rear rack. Also, maybe I will get cool handlebars and get it looking so awesome.
I am very excited to get cracking on it. Considering tomorrow is my last day of classes this week, I got it just in time too. Lisa, I am sure you will be underwhelmed by it, but pretend to think it is super awesome when you see it.
I also wanted to bring up Bryan's blog today, found here.
I was thinking about it at school and I decided that it would be best to save the five people at the expense of the two rather than to let fate run its own course. Especially if the train was full. If it didn't have any people in it, maybe you could flip the switch only halfway so that the wheels hit both intersecting rails at the same time and it would derail the traincar over the tracks and not hit anyone. Well, according to the picture, it might hit that one fellow's head and sever the foot of the other. But I feel it is the best choice.
As far as the second scenario, I said that I thought it would be unethical to throw one bystander in front of the train to save either group tied down. I still think so, but I am having a hard time formulating a clear explanation for why. It has to do with involving someone who isn't already a victim. Creating a victim for the benefit of another stranger doesn't seem like it could really be ethical.
It would be like if there was a pipebomb in a theater showing previews of The Unborn that was going to kill 7 people, unless you hid it in someone's popcorn when they walked past and it would kill only them. Actually that is a dumb analogy. I still think the principle applies, but that one is just too weird.
Let's use the original scenario. A train is going to kill either 5 people on a track or 2 on the alternate track and you are at the switch, and you have that same bystander big enough that if you push him onto the tracks, it will kill him but stop the train. The bystander is not a part of the original peril, and so he should not be a part of the solution. It doesn't matter that you could save two people at the expense of one if the one shouldn't be a part of the situation. The people put at risk are already there and those are the only ones that should be dealt with. As the situation stands now, all of the evil is on the head of the mustachioed villain. If you take matters into your own hands and throw someone totally uninvolved onto the tracks, then I think that you have shouldered some of the responsibility for the evil too. Unless you threw yourself on the tracks. That seems ok ethically. I guess you would have to be pretty beefy though. I don't think you would be obligated to though. Maybe that's it! Neither you nor the other bulky bystander have any obligation to do anything, so to demand that Chubbs play a part (by nudging him to his doom) is unethical and evil.
It is like if there was a disease that was killing 50 people and you knew your friend's brain had the right kind of cells to cure them all. It is wrong to kill him and use his brain to cure the 50 other people, even if they were infected by an evil mustachioed villain, because he is not responsible for the lives of the others. If it were otherwise, life would be creepy like Fahrenheit 451 or 1984 or Logan's Run (worst movie ever).
That is why I defy you and your ethics, brother!
Bah!
But at the library tonight I got some cool looking spy books and some documentaries. I'll let you know how they are. Probably not though.
Anyways, before we got to the car, the missionaries came back from tracting or whatever they do all day (we live right across the hall from the missionaries) and Elder H. says to me, he says:
"Hey Brother Lewis, do you want a bike?"
"Yes," I say, not believing my sweet luck.
It turns out some missionary left and didn't want to take his bike. It is an old steel frame Schwinn racing bike. It doesn't have a stem in front, so the handlebars are dangling by the brake cables, and there are no cranks or pedals, and no chainring, seat post or a seat, but those are not expensive and not hard to come by. What a sweet deal! I want to turn it into a nice singlespeed (freewheel, so you can coast like normal) with nice fenders and maybe a rear rack. Also, maybe I will get cool handlebars and get it looking so awesome.
I am very excited to get cracking on it. Considering tomorrow is my last day of classes this week, I got it just in time too. Lisa, I am sure you will be underwhelmed by it, but pretend to think it is super awesome when you see it.
I also wanted to bring up Bryan's blog today, found here.
I was thinking about it at school and I decided that it would be best to save the five people at the expense of the two rather than to let fate run its own course. Especially if the train was full. If it didn't have any people in it, maybe you could flip the switch only halfway so that the wheels hit both intersecting rails at the same time and it would derail the traincar over the tracks and not hit anyone. Well, according to the picture, it might hit that one fellow's head and sever the foot of the other. But I feel it is the best choice.
As far as the second scenario, I said that I thought it would be unethical to throw one bystander in front of the train to save either group tied down. I still think so, but I am having a hard time formulating a clear explanation for why. It has to do with involving someone who isn't already a victim. Creating a victim for the benefit of another stranger doesn't seem like it could really be ethical.
It would be like if there was a pipebomb in a theater showing previews of The Unborn that was going to kill 7 people, unless you hid it in someone's popcorn when they walked past and it would kill only them. Actually that is a dumb analogy. I still think the principle applies, but that one is just too weird.
Let's use the original scenario. A train is going to kill either 5 people on a track or 2 on the alternate track and you are at the switch, and you have that same bystander big enough that if you push him onto the tracks, it will kill him but stop the train. The bystander is not a part of the original peril, and so he should not be a part of the solution. It doesn't matter that you could save two people at the expense of one if the one shouldn't be a part of the situation. The people put at risk are already there and those are the only ones that should be dealt with. As the situation stands now, all of the evil is on the head of the mustachioed villain. If you take matters into your own hands and throw someone totally uninvolved onto the tracks, then I think that you have shouldered some of the responsibility for the evil too. Unless you threw yourself on the tracks. That seems ok ethically. I guess you would have to be pretty beefy though. I don't think you would be obligated to though. Maybe that's it! Neither you nor the other bulky bystander have any obligation to do anything, so to demand that Chubbs play a part (by nudging him to his doom) is unethical and evil.
It is like if there was a disease that was killing 50 people and you knew your friend's brain had the right kind of cells to cure them all. It is wrong to kill him and use his brain to cure the 50 other people, even if they were infected by an evil mustachioed villain, because he is not responsible for the lives of the others. If it were otherwise, life would be creepy like Fahrenheit 451 or 1984 or Logan's Run (worst movie ever).
That is why I defy you and your ethics, brother!
Bah!
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Cool things
Anna showed me this cool website that has pages and pages of cool things. I have a few favorites that I will share now.
1) A stuffed roadkill rabbit. It is funny to me to imagine someone sewing and stuffing plush rabbit guts. It isn't very cuddly though, and I cannot imagine any place in the home where it would not be offensive. I guess that is what blogs are for then.
2) A hot tub with a tv and dvd player. Really, what more could you ask for? I could spend hours in there. This is the caption that went with the picture:
For $ 29,000 get a bath tube with waterproof surround speakers, DVD player, CD, AM, FM, a 42″ HD display and off course, the remote control floats.
3) This thing is called the AquaSkipper. This is the best invention ever. You could do anything if you had one of these. I would feel invincible, no joke.
The AquaSkipper in action:
That is the end of my blog about great new products. I would also like to mention that I have been thinking about the moon landing recently. I even mentioned this in my lesson today. It is one of those things that everyone knows about, but it still blows my mind away when I really think about it. It is in outer space! People have walked on it! Played golf! The MOON! Man... people are pretty awesome. In my mind, the coolest things our world has to offer are doctors and astronauts.
Neither has ever been a career aspiration though.
When I was younger (and older) I wanted to be a carpenter, race-car driver, diplomat, teacher, and detective, but never a doctor or astronaut. Well, maybe an astronaut. What about you? What do you think the coolest/most respectable/funnest jobs are, and what do you want to do in some years from now?
I still have plans to open up a dessert cafe/bike shop/private investigation clinic or whatever. It will be the coolest place ever. When Anna and I would go to IKEA in Utah, I would always plan out how it would look.
1) A stuffed roadkill rabbit. It is funny to me to imagine someone sewing and stuffing plush rabbit guts. It isn't very cuddly though, and I cannot imagine any place in the home where it would not be offensive. I guess that is what blogs are for then.
2) A hot tub with a tv and dvd player. Really, what more could you ask for? I could spend hours in there. This is the caption that went with the picture:
For $ 29,000 get a bath tube with waterproof surround speakers, DVD player, CD, AM, FM, a 42″ HD display and off course, the remote control floats.
3) This thing is called the AquaSkipper. This is the best invention ever. You could do anything if you had one of these. I would feel invincible, no joke.
The AquaSkipper in action:
That is the end of my blog about great new products. I would also like to mention that I have been thinking about the moon landing recently. I even mentioned this in my lesson today. It is one of those things that everyone knows about, but it still blows my mind away when I really think about it. It is in outer space! People have walked on it! Played golf! The MOON! Man... people are pretty awesome. In my mind, the coolest things our world has to offer are doctors and astronauts.
Neither has ever been a career aspiration though.
When I was younger (and older) I wanted to be a carpenter, race-car driver, diplomat, teacher, and detective, but never a doctor or astronaut. Well, maybe an astronaut. What about you? What do you think the coolest/most respectable/funnest jobs are, and what do you want to do in some years from now?
I still have plans to open up a dessert cafe/bike shop/private investigation clinic or whatever. It will be the coolest place ever. When Anna and I would go to IKEA in Utah, I would always plan out how it would look.
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