Randomness

Monday saw the arrival of my friend Joel Tate from VT! I had no idea he was coming until I was walking down the hall towards my room after night class and I heard a familiar voice speaking. No way I thought, but yep there he was :) Joel was my campus minister back at CSJ freshman year and together with his brother Job, was instrumental in getting me to come to Houghton.

Tuesday I had an exam in financial accounting which I felt very unsure about but ended up doing reasonably well in. I ended up with a 94 after the curve which wasn't too far off of my back to back 99s after the curve on the first two. I currently have a 98 average in the class so I don't think I have to worry at this point in the semester lol.

Wednesday I felt like hugging Dr. Black since he allowed us to put off our third test until Friday. I don't care what anyone says that man is one of my favorite profs ever.

Thursday was pretty much boring and nothing to report other than severe procrastination (like usual) on my studies for said test on Friday. I was up till 3 when I should easily have been done by midnight... ah well.

and Today I was up at 7 to finish studying for the test. Yuck. Oh well, my studying did pay off and I am confident of a reasonable grade on the test. Joel left today and I was sorry to see him go since we had had a few good conversations over meals. 2 hour nap after class then supper... now I'm feeling like going to bed...

Update

Wow it has been a long time since I updated this... Well here are some highlights from the past week: Tuesday my family visited me on their fall vacation, which was a nice break from school work. I introduced them to several of my friends here at Houghton and had a nice lunch in the cafeteria. Then we went to see Letchworth (third time for me now!) and saw the waterfalls... It was a nice warm day with only a few sprinkles in the air, it is such a gorgeous place to be. After that, we went down to the Cuba Cheese Shoppe in Cuba and bought some excellent cheese - I got some New York Cheddar that was aged 5 whole years - mmmm boy is that stuff good!

Thursday was the Jars of Clay concert, which was totally awesome! I need to get some of their CDs now because wow, I have been missing out (yeah I didn't have any cash on me that night to buy one there). They played for a good 2 hours after the introductory bands were finished, which was a full hour. The music actually was at a bearable decible level, which was also very nice. Steve also came to visit again so it was good to see him as well.

Friday night was a "mission impossible" capture the flag game with the local youth for christ and I got to be a cameraman :) Flour bombs were flying everywhere and a few kids even managed to find a good and deep waterhole in the dark lol. A good time was had by all, and 4 kids actually managed to get all 5 bracelets from each of the flags. At 10:00, Mission Impossible III played in the chapel, which was a very good, but very intense movie for those of you who haven't seen it.

Well thats it for now, I need to get some sleep.

Duke Wannabes?

Wow there's no stopping this guy!

Beretta Xtrema2

I wouldn't mind this in my stocking! Sweet gun, crazy footage.

Sleep

Wow. I think I lost the ability to be tired. I'm not quite sure why. It all started one dark and stormy Thursday night long ago.... Ok it was last Thursday and while it was dark it wasn't stormy that I recall. Anyhow, Since I knew I only had one class to make on Friday and that the weekend was coming right after, I figured I would procrastinate on my homework for most of the night... I finally went to bed at 5:20am and got up a little more than 3 hours later. Well, I was wide awake in class. I was wide awake in chapel. I was wide awake when changing my oil. And I barely managed to squeeze in 30 minutes of sleep during a 2 hour block of time I reserved for a nap before supper. After supper I was planning on going to bed after a short time of internet surfing. Well, I just never got tired! 1 am came and I figured I should really go to bed. But I was still so awake it took me another hour to fall asleep! Then I woke up at 11:30. I never wake up that early on Saturday mornings. Never. Especially after 3 hours of sleep the previous night. Then, all day Saturday, I'm wide awake. Went to bed at 2:30 Saturday night (1:30 actually because of the time change) and was wide awake next morning at 9:30 (a full half hour before my alarm went off!) and I have been wide awake ever since. This, when I used to sleep 12 hours at a time no problem. And used to be tired all day long after a short night. Very interesting. But, I'm not gonna complain! :)

Badnarik

So its a bit dated... but its a good way for those of you who *ahem* don't like to read to learn about the libertarian party... btw, if you live in Texas, he's running for congress this year. Also check out libertarian tv on the web.

Well I'm not sure whether to laugh, cry, or scream! But I suppose it does go to show how respected libertarians are becoming when a candidate will outright lie to try and make himself appealing to libertarians... too bad we aren't so easily fooled!

Grrrrr

Today was an excellent day. I knew the answers to almost all of the questions on my microeconomics midterm. I didn't feel very tired. I went to gadfly, shen bloc, swim club, and my floor bonfire. And left every one except the last one before it was over lol. Oh, and I called and talked with my good friend Derek. But. Someone. Stole. From. Me. Gone are 3 phone cards. Ok, so yeah, they were free to me and therefore not much of a loss. But come on! Why would anyone steal them from me? If you had only asked I would have been happy to give them to you. Of much more import to me is the fact that the cable used to connect my digital camera to my computer is also gone. The cable. Hello? What are you going to do with the cable? Tie someone up? Luckily I found another way to download my photos. But please, if you are reading this, I would really like my USB camera connecter cable back.

Break, and Swing Dancing

So Friday night my friends Wes, Lindsay, Annie, and I went to a swing dance up in Rochester... which was a very interesting but quite enjoyable experience. See, I have never done any swing dancing before, and the 45 minute lesson we had before the dance started wasn't enough to do more than just teach the basics... but Wes had only been to one swing dance before and Lindsay and Annie were in the same boat I was, so I was in good company lol. But by the end of the night I had nearly mastered what had been taught in the lesson (only took 3 hours... what? haha) and had nearly stopped looking like a robot. Anyway, after the dance (by now it's 11pm) we went to this really nice coffee shop along with Wes's friends Claire and Bridget, who had met us at the dance. We spent a good 90 minutes chatting and laughing and generally having a grand ole time. Then there was the drive back to school where we got turned around at this one particular intersection a couple times and almost missed an exit... oops! Oh, and then there was the stoplight that we sat at for 10 minutes with no change! And its 1am and no traffic! In a small town! Why the lights were even on at that time I have no idea but I wasn't about to run the light what with a cop car parked right across the intersection... So I ended up turning right instead (still slightly illegal since it was across 3 lanes but what was I gonna do?) and turning around further up the street. Came back and saw that the cop car was empty anyways. Figures. Well the rest of the trip was pretty much filled with us singing Reliant K songs a cappella, lol we didn't sound too good but it was fun anyways... So yeah that was the exciting happenings of break for me... besides waking up in the pm every day... :)

What luck! ... and gee, what luck

The tortured twisting burning desires
of my mind are writhing with furious force inside me
screaming LET ME OUT!
for my true nature is to let the truth always be told
I pride myself
on never hiding anything from my friends
yet what can I do
for if I let it out
I may ruin the best
the only
wonderfully glorious
thing I have always wished for
and throw it away like so much
dust on a blustery day in the desert...
Please God, show me a way
or increase my patience
or I may just wither away
consumed by the forces
of civil war within me...
this may be
the biggest and most important test
of my entire life

Yay for Procrastination!

So Tuesday night was super fun... I was very glad (and lucky) that Prof. Black postponed our micro midterm... but I still had that dang 5 page paper due for Political Thought class... and of course I had to procrastinate a good part of the day. Well I finally start working on my paper like 8 pm and get it nearly finished by 1:45 am (with only minor procrastination during this time). Then I get involved in this long IM convo/video conference with two friends and that goes till 3:30, but it was the most fun I have had on a computer in a long time... yeah I'm horrible... So paper didn't get done til 4:15 am... boy was Wednesday a long day! Well I got a couple naps in so it wasn't too bad. Yeah so um... I need to stop procrastinating... LOL, hope you all had a good laugh at my stupidity :)

Another day wasted...

So today I slept in till 11:30. oops. I figured my 1am bed time, which occurred after a lovely leaf fight that followed Pirates of the Carribean 2, should be good for a 10am rising. Wrong. Then Superman had to be watched this afternoon... it ran an hour longer than I thought it would... then I had to go to Wally World to get supplies... then a short hour easily wasted before a lovely piano performance by Leon Fleisher... then another hour and a half wasted reading blogs... brings us to now, and its bedtime, and I have yet to do any homework... Ah well this is where the Procrastinators line comes in: "Well, there's always tomorrow" :) hehe but I really must not waste tomorrow as I have *gulp* 4 *counts to make sure... drats yup, 4* major things due this week and its only a 3 day school week!!!... ah well... more updates later...

I have begun keeping a diary of sorts....
select few will know why...
T'will be posted at some future point in time when the restriction is lifted...

Diving

Sorry my friends for the long time since last update but here it is:
So Wednesday I went to swim club meeting for the second time, and this time we were learning how to dive properly... and of course I had never completed a successful dive before in my entire life, never mind off a diving board, never mind with a nice looking approach! So I practiced the approach many times with only a few actual practice dives, which ended up being more or less feet first every time because of my fear of doing a big ole belly flop. Well swim team disbanded and I started trying to practice more on my own without quite so many people around to look foolish in front of. At first, I did these funny body rolls and hit the water on my side sort of head down. And I also had the unfortunate habit of kicking my legs extremely fast in mid air which those who were still around found much mirth in of course. From there, I progressed to over rotating and hitting the water right in the middle of a half summer-sult, which was better but still not very graceful. Of course I was still kicking my legs like crazy which was quite out of my concience. Then I tried to not over rotate once and guess what? SMACK! big belly flop. yeeoouch! And of course, everyone found this very funny. So then it was back to over rotation again, but I was starting to be able to control my kicking legs. Then finally, it happened. One graceful, smooth, perfectly angled dive, with nary a leg kick. I climbed out of the pool and promptly declared I was done for the night, since I could obviously not improve on the feat just accomplished in the remainder of the night and I did not want to frustrate myself with further failed attempts. So now I can say I have pulled off at least one successful dive. And it really didn't take that long, only 2 hours or so.

... more updates to follow after some sleep :-D

Girls, Lying, and Chloe

Random wanderings in the mind of Ethan:

So Friday night I had a very interesting conversation with Steve, Tom, and Chloe. Chloe mentioned that she had started reading my blog because her roommate had read one of my posts and wanted Chloe to read it too. I of course opened my fat mouth and asked if this was because said roommate thought the post was talking about her? and if this was so, did said roommate like the fact that said post was about her? Which of course opened me up to much ribbing, chiding, and teasing. Not that I really minded of course. But out of all the conversation that transpired out of this I am not sure how much was truth, how much was exageration, and how much was completely made up. Let me just say I didn't make any of what I said up, and only some minor exagerations... maybe. Now there is something for two certain girls to ponder on and question each other about... or question me... :) What I would like to know is how much truth there was in what the one of these girls told me about the other of these girls? Also during this conversation I said that I do lie sometimes. Steve said he had reason to believe these occasions were few and far between because of certain things I had told him that indeed turned out to be true. Tom said of course, everyone lies. Chloe piped up and said, well you do now. huh? Well, she explained, since we know you never lie, and you just said you lie sometimes, that must be a lie. Good point Chloe, except that if I just lied, what I was saying was that I DO sometimes lie, which means that that statement was the truth! hehe :) But I do try to keep my lying to an absolute minimum, unlike a certain female I know. But the funny thing is, she lies so much no one ever believes her and so she never fools anyone. Which means that she is actually kept honest because everyone is like oh sure, sure, Chloe. Hmmm... very interesting... where does true honesty lie? (pun definitly intended)

Homecoming

Homecoming was an absolute blast!

Friday's founder's day convocation speaker was a very good speaker who knew how to get across a meaningful message while still keeping it lighthearted and humourous. So much for "boring old fogeys" (He is a '52 Houghton grad).

The fasion show was kind of boring but the 20% discount on campus store clothing during the show made for a good opportunity to get my "real men wear purple" shirt.

Saturday's parade was a cute little parade that dumped more candy on me and my fellow bystanders than should be eaten by the entire city of NY in a week. In order to retain my health for the next month, I dutifully left the vast majority of the candy on the ground for the wild animals to eat at their discretion.

Next was the picnic lunch, where I sat down with this very nice girl and managed to dump food all over myself over the course of my conversation with her. Next year could we keep the food inside cafeteria crew?

Then there was the evening banquet of course, and suddenly all the "plain" girls on campus disappeared and were replaced by the biggest selection of beautiful women I have ever been blessed to see. The ladies were absolutely dazzling with their fancy dresses and hair that must have taken hours to do.

And finally, there was Spot, the biggest production of the century. We had 4 cameras rolling, one control panel switching, 5 light racks lighting, and the best plays and videos New York has ever seen (so I exagerate for effect a little...). Spot was preceded by "Cheech and the Chimichangas," Houghton's very own rock band. And boy did they ever rock the house! They put to shame a great number of so called "bands" that are played on the radio today. This Homecoming weekend will be remembered by me at least for a very long time.

How Much Trouble is Job Tate in?

So my friend Job told me he was coming to Homecoming this weekend. But nope, he didn't show up Friday. Then Steve told me that Job would be coming Saturday evening instead. But no Job. Steve gets a voicemail from Job Saturday evening saying how he knows he let him down 100%. Well Job, you let me down 100% too. Lets see, if we throw Tom and Chloe in for 50% or so each, thats a 300% let down! Job Tate, you have a big hole to dig yourself out of.


Just kidding Job, we still love ya. Just please no more let downs ok?

Oh No You Don't...

So last night there I was, procrastinating on homework like usual, posting on a nice little discussion over the patriot act on a facebook group. I finally finished my argument and got back to my homework close to midnight. 2:45 AM comes and I am finished with homework. Instead of doing the smart thing, going to bed, I decided to check on the discussion board again. Well wouldn't you know but little miss communist bedwetter (sorry for the strong language) left another post using some utterly stupid logic. That was bad enough. But she made a fatal mistake. She suggested that a supreme court case I referred to may not really exist. Well NO ONE calls me a liar. Ever. But I of course, only knew that I had read about the case in one of two books, with over 800 pages between them. And no index in either of them. And the 5 or so chapter divisions in each book wasn't much help either. Long story short, it took me 75 minutes to find the case (I gave up on the books eventually and googled it, although that took several tries too). So I finally dropped into bed at 4am. So then this afternoon I checked again on the discussion board and wouldn't you know but there was a post from little miss...(you get the idea) sweetly saying that she NEVER doubted me that the case existed, she merely wanted to know which one it was. After which she proceeded to tell me with some of her excellent, but completely uninteligible, non-linear logic that the case of course had no bearing at all on what I was trying to prove. This after she had tried to tell me that the Declaration of Independance, no less, was completely consistent with taking away our constitutional rights. The liberal commies never fail to amaze me with their complete and utter inability to comprehend the words printed under their nose.


Thanks for the chance to vent.

Speed and Freedom

So today my "twin" and I went to the Wally World in Warsaw. (Say that ten times fast) I had to get some new shoes, and Wes picked up some snack food since he was getting low. On the way back south on 19A, this red Dodge Stratus flew by me. The driver, by the way, was a very cute female about our age. When she started the pass I was doing 62 or so in a 55, and after she passed I sped up to 65-66 (as fast as I dared in light of my little collection of speed trophys I have aquired over the past year) to see if I could stay close enough to discover where this young lady was going in such a hurry. But she kept receding into the distance at a fairly quick pace. That is, until one of New York's finest whipped a U-turn in front of me and pulled Miss Lead Foot over. Poor girl. My heart goes out to you. I am sure you were not quite as scared, however, as one young Vermont male was a few months ago for going 36 mph over the speed limit. Yep thats right. 101 mph on the interstate. You were only doing 20 over max. Still sucks though huh? Join me then, in the fight for liberty. Get the word out! Speed limits are unconstitutional! Yep that's right, unconstitutional. So are the laws against radar detectors in this state. As are driver's licenses. And car registration. And seat belt laws. Look around you folks, the government restricts hundreds, no, thousands of things that you can't do. And you think we live in a free country. No, it is only the illusion of freedom, aided by the mirror of socialist countrys the world over that make our government SEEM small.

Brothers?

Today the funniest thing happened. Pat Morales, who lives across the hall from me on first Shen, came up to me and asked, in all seriousness, whether Wes (Ferwerda) was my older brother or my twin brother. Half an hour later, after I had managed to gain back my ability to breathe, I managed to choke out that we are in no way related to each other and that we just had told some people that as a joke. Wes and I met in the first week of school and hit it off quite well, aided by our mutual interest in all things car. We soon began to notice one person after another asking whether we were related or if we were brothers. Apparently, with our matching gotees, similar length hair, and similar facial features, we do look a lot alike, despite the fact that Wes has much lighter hair than I do. So we began to joke about it with other people and telling them that we were twins. But I never thought we had actually let anybody go without telling them the truth after the initial leg pulling. Hmmm... my Mom WAS told near the end of her pregnancy with me that it was possible she had twins...

Humility? .... Or Evidence of Something Very Wrong?....

So when I was growing up all the adults were like "get good grades" and "good grades are something to be proud of" and all that stuff. So why do I feel so bad every time I get good grades?? I have had 3 tests so far this semseter, all in different classes. Better than 90 on all three. Highest grade in the class on at least one of them. And everytime someone asks what I got they get this saddish sort of jealous look in their eye when I tell them. It just kills me. Why do I get these good grades when my studying habits are absolutely horrible? Do I really deserve these grades when there are so many others who would kill to have them, who actually study ahead of time, who really try? I am always worried everyone is going to hate me because I did so well on the tests. So what is this crap about you should be proud of your grades? Its really not worth it. Next test I'm going to fail. On purpose.




OH WAIT! I recognize something here! Peer pressure. To do badly. Wow what a concept. And guess what? Our entire school system of grades is designed to MAKE PEOPLE WANT TO DO BADLY! Come on now you see it too don't you? Not that I don't like Houghton, don't get me wrong. Its an excellent place as schools go. But it still subscribes to the same system that everyone else does. Make the students focus on grades. More specifically, "C" grades. It totally takes the focus off of what it should be. EDUCATION. LEARNING.

DOWN WITH GRADES! BOY WAS I GLAD I WAS ABLE TO MISS OUT ON THIS CRAP FOR 9 YEARS DURING MY HOMESCHOOLING CAREER.

Check this out folks, very eye opening

First Time For Everything

Yesterday was a first ever folks. I SLEPT CLEAN THROUGH MY ALARM!

So Wednesday night I was up late because of a homework assignment for accounting. (See previous post on my super studying habits) Thank you to Allison for helping me on the assignment, if we had done it seperately it would have taken us both a lot longer and I know I at least would have been a lot more confused. So 7 am comes, my alarm goes off..... I got up (gotcha didn't I?), took a shower, touched up and printed out my homework, and went to class. After class of course, I am dead tired, so I went back up to my room and took a nap. I set my alarm for 12:15, and the next thing I know the radio starts blaring, and I lie there for a couple minutes and then roll out of bed and look at the clock. Its 1:10! How did that happen?! I figured my alarm was busted or something and got messed up on times or I didn't know what. So of course I missed lunch and had to go clean the maintenance building on an empty stomach. Back from work, and I ask my roommate what time he left for lunch. "Oh about 12:30 or so." Wait, I ask, was my alarm going off when you left? "Yeah, it had been blaring for 10 or 20 minutes or so." Holy Smokes! You mean to tell me I slept for 55 minutes with my alarm going off?! "Well I guess so, I thought you were awake when I left 'cause you were moving around and stuff" Nope I certainly wasn't. WOW. That stinks. Now I'm gonna have to set my alarm on buzzer or like turn it up to 200 decibles or something to make sure I don't miss a class one of these days. Oh well, I guess there's a first time for everything as they say.

Guess Who

So today in the lunch line this cute, er make that beautiful, girl comes up behind me and seems very glad to see me. We make small talk for a few minutes but then we split into different lines, and when I go out into the dining room I see a vast expanse of people. Figures.

* * * * * *

So I met her at the welcome weekend in June. Happened to sit with her for breakfast. Er, well make that I made a point to sit with her at breakfast. Gorgeous girl of course, but then there were a lot of lookers at the welcome weekend. But she... seemed... different... down to earth, but yet still fun to be around. Definitly NOT your stereotypical "barbie doll" type girl with all looks and no brains. Fast forward 3 months. Finally at Houghton as a real student. I see her around a couple times, but never really managed to catch her eye during orientation. A few days go by. Well she probably forgot all about me I figure, I'm not that great a looker or talker anyways. Oh well. Then one day going down the stairs from class I pass her going up. Her face lights up immediately and she says "Hi Ethan!"... and continues on her way. I am now reeling of course "oh my goodness, she still remembers me, she remembered my name, AND she was glad to see me" WOW. This happenend every day or two with her saying Hi Ethan! in that bright cheery way, and me saying Hi ....! back. "I wish she had a class with me" I think. "Or only if I could find her at lunch. There's just too many people at lunch." Then one day I managed to find her at supper and sat down at her table. She seemed very glad to see me like usual and we had a nice little conversation about which I can remember nothing of course. She also introduced me to her friends at the table, and even indicated a desire to spend more time "hanging out" with me! But since then, its the same old thing again, "Hi!" "Hi!" and we go on our way.

She, of course, has NO idea of my crush on her or how she makes me feel everytime I see her. She would also probably laugh hysterically if told that her actions had in any way made me think she really liked me. And so it stands. Her, gorgeous, smart, funny. Me, silent, flustered, shy. This has been a little insight into the mind of Yours Truly. Enjoy.

It is also one way for me to express my feelings and just possibly get my message to her without me being so blatant as to embarrass myself. Feel free to do with this information what you will mystery woman, I am at your mercy. I will take my time and get to know you quite well before I reveal my feelings to you in any other way.

Help my Humility

So I had all weekend. But there I was, Sunday night, 2 am, reading jokes on the internet and my homework was sitting there on the desk, alone and forelorn. Why do I keep doing this? I ask myself. Ah but then the answer hits me. Its just too easy. So I get 4 or 5 hours of sleep one night. Who cares? Next day, I just take a nap. Or go to bed early. Or both. And I keep getting good grades. Time after time, without fail. No, not all A's but at least B's. Only two times have I ever gotten a test score below B-. Only 4 times have I gotten a final grade below A-. Never a final grade below B-. But I never do anything before I absolutely have to do it or it won't get done in time. And never do I put my all into it. Some get better grades than me. Some put less time in than me. But I don't know anyone who puts in as miserably little time as I do and still get very decent grades. So what should I take from this? Am I just blessed with book smarts? Teachers just like me? both? One thing I do know. I am way too cocky. My ego is way too big. I do not have enough humility. So friends, I ask you, beg you, plead with you, bash me, make fun of me, make me feel stupid. Or otherwise teach me humility. Because I am no better than you are fundamentally and I know that. But I need to feel it. Really know what humility means.

Faith

Well I have been coming to a realization over the last few weeks that I wanted to share with everyone. I am no longer afraid of death. Yes me, the one who for 20 years his deepest darkest fear was of dying. Yes I was brought up in the Christian faith that teaches that whosever believeth in Him, shall not perish, but have everlasting life. (John 3:16)But I have always struggled with my faith and secretly wondered "But what if it turns out there really is no God? Or if God does exist what does it mean to live forever? Do I really want to live forever?" But since coming to Houghton I have noticed my fear slipping away as my faith grew in strength and I have slowly discovered what it really means to have complete faith. The occasional thought of doubt still crosses my mind, but I now have the presence of mind to quickly dismiss these evil thoughts. I praise the Lord that my eyes have been opened and I can now see the truth of eternal salvation and the "Supreme Good" as St. Augustine puts it, of the eternal life we have in Christ. I pray that any of you out there secretly struggling with your faith may find hope in my story that you CAN find the Truth. No, it won't be easy. But it will be way more than worth it in the long run.

U.S.A. P.A.T.R.I.O.T. ACT

So I keep getting these stupid people saying stuff like "well if you have nothing to hide why do you care that the government can watch what you do?" Well here are some responses I might use. (stolen from http://ask.metafilter.com/mefi/39312)

"You're right, the government would never make trouble for an innocent person. I'm just going to call the Department of Homeland Security and tell them that you're a terrorist who plans to blow up the White House, okay? I'm sure it'll only take a few minutes to clear up the misunderstanding."

"So you won't mind the new law requiring all letters to be written on postcards?"

"So are you cut? How much money did you make last year? How many sex toys do you own? Your wife, does she spit or swallow? Oh you don't want me to know that stuff? Gee wiz! Why is it O.K. for the government to know then??"

"That's not what the Constitution says. You should read it sometime."

"There is absolutely no reason to believe that the enforcers won't do anything wrong. Authorities abusing their positions is basically the entire history of the world."

Come on people, the rights we have were guaranteed by the constitution for a REASON. The government should never be entrusted with our security precisely because the government has no OBLIGATION to provide security for us! Thats right folks you read that correctly. The government has no obligation to provide for your safety according to the Supreme Court. Bet you didn't know that huh? Stop terrorism; buy a gun and learn to use it today!

"Those who can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary security deserve neither liberty nor security" -Ben Franklin

Case Closed

Ahh this is a few days old but I am still very pleased with it:

Sah-Lammed!

" ...We're not appeasing anyone... You have to give in at least a little to compromise... It's in the middle... This group was created for people already in the middle. Which you do not appear to be. I don't think there is anything I can say to change your mind..."

-Kevin Mercer, gun control "compromiser"

"...You ARE an appeaser, like it or not. From the american heritage dictionary: 'ap - pease. To pacify or attempt to pacify (an enemy) by granting concessions, often at the expense of principle.' ...Gee, last I knew 'granting concessions' and 'to give in at least a little' meant basically the same thing. Sorry to break it to you but what you are doing is trying to meet in the middle of two opposing principles by granting a few concessions to both sides.

The. Exact. Definition. Of. Appeasing."

-Me

Ooo today was a good day. Not too often is it I can stomp the very last breath out some nut's argument no matter how bad it is. But I am getting better. One day I will be the best.

Wondrous Earth

Today was a glorious day. Yes. It rained. Like usual. But no matter my friends, today I went to Letchworth State Park. This has to be the most glorious spot on all of planet earth for those of you who have not been there. It took my breath away to see the amazing sculpture that God created in this small corner of the earth. The thunder of the falls. The mysterious mists that hung in the air above the waters of the gorge. The wandering path of the majestic canyon. The light rain on my hair. I was alive in the beauty and power of our creator and could not possibly have been any higher in spirits. I almost didn't notice that by the time I returned to my car I was drenched head to toe and my feet were dwelling in their very own fish bowls. No matter, my camera was dry and I was on top of the world.