Which would make me cooler?

I know it's been a while since my last post. To be honest, I have just been lazy. But there is a good reason I am adding a new one.

The last little while, I have felt a little less cool. Granted, I've never been the coolest guy around, but I'd say that I have had times in the past where others might look at me and say, "hey, that guy is kind of cool." Well, those times are few and far between these days. So I want to do something that will make me cooler.

I have had tons of ideas. I thought of getting a bullet bike, a huge jacked up truck or hummer, some tattoos and/or piercings... but due to these tough economic times, all of those options were a little too expensive.

I have, however, narrowed the list down to two options that I can afford and that are sure to make me cooler.

Should I start popping my collar, or should I buy a flat billed baseball cap and keep the sticker on?

I know, I know...most of you are thinking "Why not do both?" Well, eventually I probably will, but I feel so uncool right now, that doing both at the same time might be a little overwhelming and make me cooler than I would know how to handle.

So if you would please let me know which of these would turn me into a cooler person, I would greatly appreciate it.

REDEMPTION!!!

Two years ago, Jim and I got a hold of some tickets to the BYU/Utah game. We all know what happened then. BYU was down 4, and John Beck took the final snap of the game as time ran off the clock. Rather than putting pressure on him, Utah just panicked. Jim and I sat and watched as BYU completed the pass into the end zone that broke all of our hearts. We didn't say much during that drive home.

The next year the game was at BYU and there was no chance we were going to try to go to that one. Being surrounded by that many BYU fans would really be more than I could handle. So Jim and I watched the game with our Dad on the very couch the above picture took place. Again, it was a great game until the end. BYU was in trouble facing 4th and 18 with very little time left in the game. Due to Austin Collie living righteously on and off the field, they pulled another miracle play and, once again, ruined the day for Ute fans everywhere. 

But this year was different. There has never been more on the line going into the final game of the season for both teams. The first 3 quarters were close. But Utah stepped on the gas scoring 21 in the 4th taking advantage of Max Hall's terrible game.  Final Score 48-24 Utah.  I can't think of a time in the recent past where I felt more satisfied. There have been some good wins this season, but this one takes the cake. 

I just hope we get a good team this year for the likely BCS bowl game. 

The Band

This is Me, Jim, Rett, and Brady playing Wet Sand by the Red Hot Chili Peppers. We played a small gig Saturday and this was one at one of three rehearsals we had. For how little we practiced, it all sounded pretty good. Those 3 guys are all REALLY good! I feel really lucky to be able to play with them. 

Terrible Movies

I am a big fan of movies. But unlike Danny, there are some movies that I don't love. I dare say there are some that I actually hate. There are even some that have made me furious beyond belief simply because I wasted my time watching or attempting to watch them. 

For some reason, anytime somebody tells me that they saw a horrible movie, I almost feel obligated to tell them that I have seen one that is worse. That movie is "Mr. Woodcock." For some unexplainable reason, Derrick, Cassidee, and I went to go see Mr. Woodcock one lonely Saturday evening when it was in the theaters. I want to say it was about 2 years ago. In my entire life there have been maybe 5 movies that I have refused to finish. This was one of them. But what it unique about this movie experience is that walking out early (I'd say 35 minutes into the movie) just wasn't quite enough. I realized that there was no possible way to get my time back, but I'd be damned if I didn't at least attempt to recover my wasted funds. And that's exactly what I did. The three of us went back to the box office and expressed our disgust with the movie and demanded our money back. And as sure as I'm writing this blog, that $7.75 went back into my pocket. 

The most recent terrible movie I saw was the new Indiana Jones film. Although I managed to sit through the entire movie, that does not mean it wasn't awful. What made it even worse is that I had actually anticipated seeing this one, much like the sequel to "The Matrix." But both movies were garbage. I'm sure the Producers/Directors knew they were working on CRAP but banked on the fact that the originals were so good that they'd make money because suckers like me would go see the new ones expecting the same movie experience. But that is not what I got. There is even a Southpark episode about how terrible the new Indiana Jones movie is. 

Other movies that were so crappy that I either fell asleep in the theater of just walked out include: Mafia (Danny remembers this one), Alexander, Wanted, and The Benchwarmers. I'm sure there are more, but these are all that come to mind right now. 

There is another category of terrible movies. I'm referring to those that look so incredibly terrible that there is NO way I would ever put myself through the misery of attempting to watch them. Joining this list is any movie about a black man that dresses up like a woman and actually fools people. (i.e. Big Mama's House, Juwanna Man, White Chicks, any Tyler Perry movie, etc.) It blow my mind that there are enough idiots out there that eat these movies up to the point that they just won't stop making them. We can also include any Wayan's brothers movie. Also joining this list and probably topping it are the LDS comedy movies. You know...Home Teachers, Church Ball, The RM. I can deal with the common public misconceptions of Polygamy and countless other negative stereotypes that the church carries, but these movies are the only thing that make me ashamed to be Mormon. 

If you would like to add to the list of terrible movies, please pipe up in the comments section. 

Crappy Halloween

Why the long face you ask? Well, I'll tell you. I found out about a week ago that I have to spend Halloween weekend in San Antonio. And I couldn't go two blogs in a row without pictures, so I snapped this beauty to illustrate my frustration with my current situation. Here is why I'm upset that I have to go:

1) It is during Halloween weekend I will be missing out on numerous festivities, namely Guido's party. 

2) I won't be traveling with anybody that I know from work.

3) I fly out Friday morning and get home Sunday evening. "Wow, you must be working for 3 days in San Antionio," one might ask. Nope. I am working from 4:00pm - 6:00pm on Saturday evening shooting video for some small event. I still don't quite understand why I will be there for over 48 hours.

4) I will be missing the Utah/ New Mexico game and possibly missing history as they attempt to be the only team to bust the BCS twice.

So if anyone wants to send their sympathies, please do so in the comment section.

First Sub-80 Round

I'll apologize right now for not having a picture with this one. I know that most people will just move on to the next blog and not bother reading my latest accomplishment sans complimenting graphic. It has been my goal for the past 3 summers to shoot under 80 on 18 holes of golf. I have come really close numerous times, but anytime I'm going to that last hole with a shot at it, I blow it! 

A few days ago I was golfing at Murray and I shot a 79. It was one of the best rounds of golf I have ever played. The bad thing is that even though this is my best ever score, I could have shot so much better. I missed 5-6 very makable birdie putts. I did end up with 2 birdies and I missed an eagle putt by about 2 inches. Alright, I'll work on thinking of another thing I hate (shouldn't be hard) and try to get another post up soon. 

Love/Hate #2

Today's Love/Hate is one sure to make a few people mad. The "Hate" portion is something that I will never understand. I hate when people go for a casual stroll on their road bicycle and insist on wearing a spandex racing suit. It's just retarded to me. I realize that Lance Armstrong probably benefits from wearing one...  but why does every person that owns a bike think that they need one? They are so fruity looking, especially on guys. You are bound to see about 50 of these guys any time you pass through Sugarhouse. I don't feel like even saying something that I love, but I will anyway. But this Love/Hate post thing will eventually probably just turn into a hate post.

I love it when you wake up dreading going to work and hop out of bed and then look at your clock, only to realize that you can still sleep for a few more hours.