...you don't succeed.

Oldies, but good for a laugh:
The Ultimate Battle

Worst Video Game Ever

Strange Searches

Michael Jackson's Poor Damn Face

and, yes...

FHQWHGADS!!!

Well, um... back here in the present, I'm at home with a sore toe... I had an ingrown nail removed again today. Emily's playing the Sims... her character's name is "Melvagina Keylime." I can't play that damn game, I get so frustrated when it takes your Sim an hour to take a shit, while they're complaining that they want to go play piano. First things first, Melva. Anyways, I'm on the "Undead" campaign on Warcraft III, and I'm not all that excited to play as bad guys. (e.g. I never owned a single Dark Side card in my Star Wars Card Game deck. And I had a decent deck... for a beginner.) So, I'm reading blogs (I am officially staying out of the current drama), and checking out all the college football websites. Let me tell you, the amount of talk about a perfect season for the Utes is starting to alarm me. Right now I'm just hoping they beat Texas A&M, and worry about the rest later. I just don't know how they'll stand up to all the pressure if they become this year's TCU. Speaking of TCU, they beat Texas 47-20 on November 12, 1955. I checked it. Why is that relevant? Because they actually report that on the radio while Biff is looking at Gray's Sports Almanac that very night in Back To The Future II. While we're at it, did you know that Texas and Missouri tied at zero apiece in an exibition game in Mexico City on December 27, 1896? No? Well, now you do. What an amazing thing this so-called Internet is, eh? Thank you Al Gore. Man, Melvagina's husband just burnt down the damn kitchen!

So, on the drive to Denver, Felix told me that he would like to be defined by what he likes, not by what he dislikes. When you think about it, it's actually a pretty profound philosophy to live by in this day and age. After all, as I listened to the eulogy the next day, I realized that the things you enjoy are what will be remembered. (I could only imagine: "Christopher hated mushrooms, Stephen King movies, Rick Fox, BYU, melted cheese, George W. Bush, the Legacy Highway, and most of all, Celine Dion.") Anyways, while it does give me a new direction to strive for, this philosophy doesn't give me much to blog about... yet. Hopefully soon you will all be reading more positive blogs.

Oh yeah, and fuck Celine Dion!

Almost instinctively, I want to say "I wish I was there when this happened." As if my insignificant presence would have somehow made things better. Or I feel guilt for being so out of contact over the summer. Or I think about how much I had been anticipating his response to my blog on his College Football Revue. It's like all I can think about is myself when it comes to Scott. I want to let him know how much I am willing to help him through this, but I need not be so selfish. More importantly, I want him to be ok.