You Make Christopher's Heart Hurt...

I don't know if this is incredibly true, but it has proved to be true for me. You go to Seattle, and see tons of Asian symbolled tattoos; Portland-band tattoos; Florida-dolphins, dolphins, and more dolphins; and Idaho..."tramp stamps" and Superman tattoos. Now, I don't know why this is...but the fact that there are so many bros with Superman tattoos running around Boise, is reason enough to leave. Why would someone want to do this to themselves? Is it in memory of Dean Cain, Teri Hatcher, and the New Adventures of Superman? Is there a weird boy-to-boy infatuation with Jimmy Olson? I haven't been able to figure out the motivation.

Now, perhaps these bros (AKA: destroyed denim, Abercrombie shirt, frosted-gelled hair, and backwards cap with diamond earrings) are trying to say something to their egos or to the girls they hope to meet/date. Either way...the only word for these tattoos is...SAD. But for our purposes, they can put a smile on our face...and we can not be sad about these poor choices, but smile, and laugh. Here are a few pictures to brighten your day.


Smile...

Have a hoot...

Gut rollin' good times...

Have a nice day.

Friends are Friends Forever

Although it has only been a couple of years since I graduated college, I have realized that much of the memories are dimming. I however am fortunate, because I still live in the general vicinity of my school. Friends from college remain all over this area. Boe and Charla live just South of us...Kristen, Austin, and Stephanie live across the street from us...Josh, Hillary, and Taylor represent for Caldwell...and then there are copious amounts of friends that remain Nampons. Why is it so different from college still? Well, for one, we're all tired and in bed before midnight these days, whereas, in college we didn't even start homework till 1am or later. We also have to worry about jobs, money, and for many, spouses. College brings us all together.

Last night, I was pleasantly surprised to see the eclectic group of friends that gathered together at nothing less than the Canyon County Fair. First of all, Canyon County's fair is not the same as the Ada County fair, or the Hyde Park Street Fair. Secondly, like it or not, Kelly Pickler may be attractive (to say the least), but she can't write...all of her songs she had to say were "co-written". Nonetheless, as we were sitting there listening to Kelly Pickler, I saw friends...with friends...with friends...with spouses. It was a blast. After the highly anticipated fair, we went to Applebee's for 1/2 price appetizers. It was fantastic. All of those in attendance were:

Teri and Tony
Trista (Vote for Me-e-e)
Karen (welcome back from Seattle)
Marc Herring (the NNU Covenant legend)
Josh and Hil (the newlyweds)(http://joshandhil.blogspot.com)
Boe and Charla
Kristen and Austin
Me (token minority)
Taylor Lobb
Travis Green (the turtle)
...and the Moof.

No matter what...people may say it over and over again, but you must cherish those friends and memories. You never get it back.

Hello at the Urinal

Have you ever walked into a bathroom and been apaulled at what you see? Now, I'm not talking about the cleanliness, but about the people and the interactions. I have decided to post a few of my personal rules for correct ettiquette while in a public bathroom.

10. Never go into the bathroom to change into the concert t-shirt you just bought at the merch table so that you can be seen wearing the band's tour shirt for the concert. That is dumb.
9. Don't ever fill up a water bottle in the sink. That faucet is a water slide for germs of all sorts.
8. If its a rest stop, and its a hand dryer that blows air on your hands...don't use it. Dry your hands on your shirt/pants. It is healthier to do so then to have other peoples' fecis heated up and blown back on your hands.
7. Never ask for toliet paper underneathe the neighboring stall.
6. If you must take a ridiculously embarassing picture for your blog or myspace page with your shirt off...do so at your home bathroom not with your cell phone in the mall bathroom.
5. The vending machines with cologne samples are never a good idea.
4. Brushing your teeth in the public bathroom has to be the last resort.
3. No sponge baths...ever.
2. Eyes always forward.
1. Cell phones at the urinal make everyone uncomfortable. Use at your own risk.

Hope this has helped make your public bathroom endeavors better.

Andrew: 1, Josh: 4

Last night, my HLP, Marc Herring, got us tickets to Andrew Bird and Josh Ritter at the Knitting Factory. Between the tall, loud bros in the back and the dancing olds obstructing my view, the night proved to be rather eventful. Needless to say, the show was fantastic. Well, let me re-phrase that. Andrew Bird was amazing! Josh Ritter, not so much. I understand that he is a local guy, so he has a large following here, but he was no match for the Bird. But the whole point of this post isn't to discredit Josh Ritter. He is a good guy, that loves playing music. He's very talented. But the guy has got to know when to stop.

This brings me to my first and last point. Encores are worthless. It doesn't matter what the crowd response is...everyone plans an encore, and plays it. Its not like the good ole days of Led Zepplin or Paul Westerberg, where people played when the crowd threatened anarchial breakouts if they didn't. These days, you can stink and you'll still play an encore. What's the point? The anticipation? Josh Ritter played four stinkin' long songs for his encore; whereas, Andrew Bird played one song that he thought up earlier in the day...a heart-felt melody. My goodness, I love Andrew Bird. Next to Connor Oberst...Andrew is the runner-up.

Can You Hear Me Now?

I know; I know. It's been a long time since I have blogged. But give me a little break...it is summer, and there is so much on the schedule. However, I have not forgot to think about all of life's random quandries while on break. Nonetheless, last night, me and the roommates went to go see "The Dark Knight" at the midnight showing. Now, I'm not sure if its just Boise...or if its because it was a midnight showing...or if its a combination of many little things...but people were drunk! It was kinda ridiculous. We were sitting there and seeing person after person walk in--totally trashed. I had an epiphany last night while observing these fellow movie-watchers. First of all...when you're drunk, you think that no one can hear you. You continue to yell something over and over until people give you a satisfactory reaction. When in all actuality, everyone has been staring at you for a long time. Not only do drunk people think no one can hear them...but they also think no one can see them. So they wave their hands and do outlandish, crazy things for attention. When again, in reality, we've all been staring at your for some time. Why is it that people do this? I haven't figured it out. But aside from the drunks...the movie was great. Heath Ledger, you will be missed.