particular jump was about twenty feet and I thought made him look a little like spiderman.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Stephen takes the plunge
I have a lot of respect for this young man, as he is quickly surpassing me in athleticism. This
particular jump was about twenty feet and I thought made him look a little like spiderman.
particular jump was about twenty feet and I thought made him look a little like spiderman.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Relax
Ahh, Sundays...
Following a refreshing morning at church, Molly (my wife) and I went to her parents house.
We are still there. The back door and front window are open, letting the wind outside create a soft jet stream through the house.
I fell asleep to a golf tournament (The HP Byron Nelson, fyi) and woke up to the closing moments of the Indianapolis 500. Now, all of my life I have made fun of the Indy and races like it, but after watching it I really think I should stop joking. Yes, I have a different, more serious perspective now: I should go to ESPN and protest the coverage. No, I'm kidding. I'm sure ESPN has a great reason for scheduling NASCAR events. Like maybe the Garden Plain Middle School's annual 6th grade Special Olympics for Turtles with disabilities (The GPMSA6GSOTD TM) got cancelled due to weather?
It's a beautiful day. Later I think I'll play a board game and eat some good food with my family.
Following a refreshing morning at church, Molly (my wife) and I went to her parents house.
We are still there. The back door and front window are open, letting the wind outside create a soft jet stream through the house.
I fell asleep to a golf tournament (The HP Byron Nelson, fyi) and woke up to the closing moments of the Indianapolis 500. Now, all of my life I have made fun of the Indy and races like it, but after watching it I really think I should stop joking. Yes, I have a different, more serious perspective now: I should go to ESPN and protest the coverage. No, I'm kidding. I'm sure ESPN has a great reason for scheduling NASCAR events. Like maybe the Garden Plain Middle School's annual 6th grade Special Olympics for Turtles with disabilities (The GPMSA6GSOTD TM) got cancelled due to weather?
It's a beautiful day. Later I think I'll play a board game and eat some good food with my family.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Welcome
Hello, I'm glad you're here.
I don't know how you got here, but I do know how I got here:
Grade school story writer, high school newspaper "humor" columnist, and now, College Internet Blogger.
Wow, it's sad to see one's literary depreciation summed up in a series of three nouns; I guess we can't all get better over time.
It's not that blogging is trashy, it's just that grade school is a magical time for young writers (notice that I specify young grade school writers, as opposed to those who start their education later in life). It is ideal because when kids write stories about dragons and guns--or damsels and ponies--they don't believe they are making it up; it is absolutely real to them.
I miss that time in life. Unfortunately, now I'm grown up, educated, unmagical, etc. Now when I write a story about the gun-wielding dragon who rescues a damsel while riding a pony, I know it's not true. That could never happen in Kansas, because princesses live in England and dragons live in caves in the Netherlands--much too far away to make a sighting possible.
I got locked out of my first blog, http://says-ray.blogspot.com/. Blogspot said something about it being absolutely too funny and they were getting so many hits because of it that they had entirely too much income and needed me to stop posting...or maybe I messed up my login information. Anyway, if you want to read this blog's prologue, there you go.
Enjoy, peace out.
I don't know how you got here, but I do know how I got here:
Grade school story writer, high school newspaper "humor" columnist, and now, College Internet Blogger.
Wow, it's sad to see one's literary depreciation summed up in a series of three nouns; I guess we can't all get better over time.
It's not that blogging is trashy, it's just that grade school is a magical time for young writers (notice that I specify young grade school writers, as opposed to those who start their education later in life). It is ideal because when kids write stories about dragons and guns--or damsels and ponies--they don't believe they are making it up; it is absolutely real to them.
I miss that time in life. Unfortunately, now I'm grown up, educated, unmagical, etc. Now when I write a story about the gun-wielding dragon who rescues a damsel while riding a pony, I know it's not true. That could never happen in Kansas, because princesses live in England and dragons live in caves in the Netherlands--much too far away to make a sighting possible.
I got locked out of my first blog, http://says-ray.blogspot.com/. Blogspot said something about it being absolutely too funny and they were getting so many hits because of it that they had entirely too much income and needed me to stop posting...or maybe I messed up my login information. Anyway, if you want to read this blog's prologue, there you go.
Enjoy, peace out.
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