Music Monday: "Forever Yours"

     Okay, so this guy, Alex Day, is epic. He just is. His YouTube videos are both heartwarming and hilarious (but can be a bit adult), and his songs are so frickin catchy. Also, I love his clothes. This particular song is bittersweet; the guy's essentially been friend-zoned, but he's kind of okay with it.

Come on, darlin', have some indecency

You know there's nothing you could say that would embarrass me.

I heard a song tell me that talk is cheap,

But it's all you do with me,

And I am finally accepting that.

     That right there is my favorite part. It actually reminds me of a rather recent conversation I had with a certain someone. Of course, that means that I inevitably think of him when I hear this song. And I've heard this song a lot lately, because it's an earworm. This song also sold more songs in the UK than Coldplay over Christmas week. Just a fun little fact.

     So, in this video, Charlie (Alex's friend/roomie) raises Alex from the dead, and...he becomes a superhero? Just don't look at it. Sit back, close your eyes, and listen. After you've absorbed the song, then you can watch the video.

Fix It Friday: Fellow Airline Passengers

     Sure enough, I found something worth fixing during my vacation. On the first day, too! We had to fly down to Florida, so obviously we needed to board a plane at the airport. There are seven of us (mom, stepdad, me, 13-year-old brother, 10-year-old brother, 7-year-old sister, and 4-year-old sister) so going anywhere tends to be...well, a hassle. Because I'm the oldest kid, I've always been called upon to help with the planning and carrying out of trips like this. This means that I get to share in the stress! Aren't my parents nice?

     So imagine us with 8 carry-on bags, herding 4 kids through security and to the gate. It's a rather tiny airport, but that doesn't make things much less insane. I mean, come on, it's my family. We got through the first flight with no major issues, then had to make a mad dash across Charlotte Douglas International. Man, I love that airport. There's a store there that sells chocolate-covered potato chips. How awesome is that? Uh, anyway, we got to our gate on time and even had time to scarf down some food (which, unfortunately, did not include chocolate-covered potato chips).

There was even time for a Flat Stanley picture!

     Thus far, it'd been smooth sailing. Well, flying, because we weren't on the ship yet. You know what I mean. When our boarding zone (zone 2) was called, we gathered up our bags and kids and started the line at the gate. Yes, I'm so competitive that I make sure we're first in our zone to board. That's just how I roll. Before we could give our tickets to the chick at the desk, though, some wannabe socialite popped in with a yappy purse-sized dog and a moronic-looking skater teen guy. (I hope he was her son.)

     "Sorry, we're first class." Yeah, well, your boarding time was quite some time ago, lady. Back of the line. My mom, being as awesome as she is, told the lady that she was really late, and that Mom was sure the 4-year-old wouldn't mind waiting even longer because of the damn dog. I, uh, take after my mother...a lot.

     "Well, yeah, but [the dog] had to go outside." This is when I piped in with the ever-so-clever "So?" I was rewarded with a pretentious glance -- yeah, you're so much better than me because your dog shits. I bet you didn't bag it up, either.

     People like this lady would, in my perfect world, be bumped off the flight altogether. If you don't make it to your boarding time, your seat is given to a standby passenger and you have to pay for another flight. No vouchers, no sympathy. They announce it overhead, and it's your job to make sure your mutt is ready to go.

     Karma did kick in a little bit here. The lady and her son did lose their first-class seats, because they had been given away as upgrades. Unfortunately (for them) this pushed them back to coach, right in front of me. Of course, because I'm mature, I handled the situation with grace. I dug my knees into the guy's seat, and my mom and I openly discussed how rude they had been.

Wow-You're-Hot Wednesday: Sam Worthington

     Again, this week's hot dude post is a shallow one. Again, I only know about this guy because of one movie. Of course, he was living in his car before getting the role, so...yeah. Also, he grew up in Australia, which means he has a super-hot accent (I'm hoping, since I haven't heard him talk outside of the movie).

     Only four pictures this week. Remember, I'm pre-writing this stuff and scheduling it to be posted later. I'm neglecting my packing to write this, so I really have less time than I'm taking in which to do this. Hooray for procrastination!

Music Monday: Life's a Beach

     Isn't that a clever title? ...it isn't? Well, too bad. It's there, and you can't do anything about it. So ha! Since I'm on vacation (at the beach) I'm listening to a lot of beachy music. Here's a small sampling of my playlist. Just close your eyes and pretend you're here with me.

Boat Drinks - Jimmy Buffett

Key Lime Pie - Kenny Chesney

Toes - Zac Brown Band

Fix It Friday: Racism

     Gouge everyone's eyes out, so they can't see what color anyone else is. What, did you really think all of these would be long, drawn out solutions?

     On a completely different note, I'm going on vacation tomorrow. Since I won't be back until Christmas Eve, I figured I'd try out the handy dandy scheduled post feature. If things get really jacked up, I won't know about it, so I won't be able to stress over it! Yaaaaaay!

Wow-You're-Hot Wednesday: Channing Tatum

     I know virtually nothing about this week's hottie, so don't expect anything more than pictures. This is a terribly shallow post. Then again, when are WYHW posts not shallow? So, on with the show.

D'aaawwww!!

     The only reason I know of this guy is because I dragged my boytoy to see Dear John. (Yes, I cried. Savannah's a bitch, except she's not, but she kinda is.) Now, I normally don't fall for the whole "Guys in uniform are soooo hot!!" thing. Uniforms actually make me look the other way. Oh noes! I'm so unpatriotic!!!1!!one!! But look at this:

     Okay, so that's nice. I enjoy looking at that. Y'know what's even better than a uniform on him? An invisible shirt.

'Sup?

This is from Dear John.

I like to imagine that this was a
candid, secretly-captured shot.

 
     Since I know nothing about this dude, we're going to end the words here and finish off with more pics. Enjoy!

Suits are nice.

   

Music Monday: Bad Lip Reading

     There's a YouTube user who reimagines music videos through the eyes of someone who's terrible at lip reading. That's probably the strangest explanation I've ever typed out. Anywho, these videos are great. Here's his version of Friday by Rebecca Black:

     Wasn't that amazing? If this completely changed your life, I'm not surprised. If you loved the video so much that you jacked off, no one will judge you for it. That's how amazing it is. Now, this guy also has a (way too short) playlist of soundbites, where he gives the same treatment to politicians. I really can't choose a definite favorite, but this one is pretty high on the list:

     Okay, so the soundbites aren't music, but so what? They're still great. Besides, if you refuse to watch them, I'll haunt your prostate.

Fix It Friday: Periods

     Let me start by saying I'm not pissy right now. My uterus is just shedding its internal wall and blood is coursing out of my body. It's just a bit of excruciating pain. What's there to be pissy about? I will murder all of your unborn children if you so much as look at me funny.

     I usually try to reduce the agony by forcing myself to think. It doesn't matter what I think about, as long as it takes a great deal of brain power. Today, I decided that life would be easier if periods only happened once a year. Scientists, start taking notes.

     Instead of a one-month cycle, the menstrual process will be lengthened to a 12-month cycle, using fancy science. C'mon, if they can make pigs glow, they can do this. It just takes a bit of genetic manipulation. Maybe introduce some cat genes? They have fewer "periods" than humans. It's a start.

     Anyway, if this is done, women everywhere will be elated. Of course, it would make it harder to detect pregnancy early on, but so? Less periods. It's a great thing.

Wow-You're-Hot Wednesday: Matthew Morrison

     When Glee started, I watched pretty religiously. After the first two seasons, though, I no longer had the time or the interest to watch every episode. The only thing preventing me from watching an episode here and there is that, without watching everything leading up to it, I feel that I don't have the full backstory. Sure, there's a high-speed "Here's what happened." but it's not enough for me. As such, I haven't seen an episode of Glee in a long time, and I have no idea what's going on in that world.

     Oh well. Mr. Schue is still hot. See, this plays really well into my...uh, "thing" for teachers. Not only are teachers automatically older, they've also got authority, and they can be quite intelligent. Also, while I watched Glee, this character went through some emotional crap. His wife was a controlling psycho who ended up faking a pregnancy to stay with him. That made his face look like this:

Sadface :(

     Morrison was also featured in Details magazine last December. They got him shirtless (not like that seems to be a difficult task). Yummy!

     Of course, when he gets shirtless on his own (that is, without magazine people) things can get odd...

I don't even...

     Here are some more pictures. Also, a word to the wise: don't ever look up TV tropes. You'll get pulled into the site and will never be able to leave. I'm not linking to it. It's for your own good.

Music Monday: Tinariwen

     Thank Colbert for this one. Every now and then, he has musical guests on the Report. Last Tuesday, he had a band of Malian nomads called Tinariwen. Okay, I listen to strange music. "World" music is actually a favorite of mine. Especially when there's heart-pounding drums and chanting.

     What I find particularly amazing about this band is that it's not a set group of individuals. Because they're nomads, they're constantly on the move, and sometimes the players are separated. The entire group has rarely been together at once. Instead, they fill in for each other. It's a bit like free love, but with desert music. And even with the difficulties they've faced, they've managed to get recognized AND go on tour.

     So, here's the song that aired on the Report. Obviously this video isn't from the show, but it's the same song.

     Isn't that awesome? I'm not even from the place they're singing about, and I felt it. You just...you feel it, y'know? This is a rather short post, but I really don't think any more needs to be said. If you felt it, go look them up. The rest of their music is just as great.

Fix It Friday: A Touchy Topic?

     Let's face it, the US has an issue with illegal immigration. Despite the fact that these immigrants do the jobs that we lazy Americans refuse to do, most people still dislike them. So let's hash out a ridiculously simple way to stop the illicit flow.

1. Dig a 20-foot ditch along the US's border with Mexico.
2. Embed electrified barbed wire along ditch walls.
3. Conceal ditch.
4. Build 20-foot walls on either side of ditch.
5. Embed electrified barbed wire along walls, and extend to 5 feet above top of walls.
6. Pull troops out of the Middle East. They aren't needed there anyway, and we can use them for this.
7. Post troops as sentries on southern wall, armed with tear gas and rifles.
8. Now that the land route is closed off, turn attention to all likely water routes (sea borders).
9. Use more troops as sentries.
10. If illegal immigrants continue to push further north before coming ashore, post more troops further north.
11. Set up "troop trading" so that the same people aren't watching the same area all the time.

My Opinions Are Invalid

     I had to take an exit survey for my online ethics class. (Does anyone else see the irony in an online ethics class? Anyone?) I assumed that my answers would be used to help improve the class. There were 5 questions, one of them an open-ended "Would you recommend this class?" thing. That one must be graded by the teacher, hence the "Needs Grading." The other four were statements about the class, which you can see in the picture, and then four options:

• True
• False
• Don't know
• No answer

     I thought honest answers were good! I even gave two positive answers about the teacher. There was an option to review answers after submission, which I did to make sure the assignment went through. (It's gone wonky on me before.) When I did, this is what I saw.

Well, shit.

Love Is Hard Sometimes

Literally.

Wow-You're-Hot Wednesday: Harrison Ford

     They just keep aging. I know, there's something wrong with me. I'm just fine with that, though, because it lets me enjoy cute men.

     Heck yes. HECK yes. This man is just epic. I almost want him to be my grandfather, but then my thoughts would be wildly inappropriate. I do seem to be a bit...old school?...when it comes to Harrison Ford. The Han/Indy days were (in my opinion, at least) his hottest.

Don't argue with me. I'm right.

     Besides looking good, this guy is just all-around great. He owns and flies planes, sometimes using them to rescue people. When I "fall" and break both legs during a hike in Wyoming, you'll know why; how awesome would it be to be rescued by Harrison Ford? (Answer: super awesome.) He's also donated a good chunk of land as a nature reserve, and he's been banned from Tibet and China.

太他媽的你，中國。

Commence the squee.

反正我讨厌中国人的食物。

I'll just leave this here.
Yes, it's the Hollywood Walk of Fame.

     On a slightly related note, I'm quite fascinated by these pictures. They actually distracted me from finding more pictures for this post. Some of them are sooooo cute! You'll probably see at least a couple of those guys here, too.

Mon aéroglisseur est plein d'anguilles!

     This made my entire week. Life would be a lot better if everyone watched more Monty Python sketches. There's a lot to be learned from British humor. If you're having trouble with the title of this post, go here. And I'll leave it up to you to figure out which guy(s) this post's label refers to.

Why I Hate the World Today

     Have you ever been in one of those moods where every little thing pisses you off? I've been raging all day against various things; when one situation is resolved/left behind, something else comes up to take its place. This happens from time to time. It's never fun to deal with, but I figured that complaining might help. I'll just leave a fun little list here.

1. My little sister got all pissy when I tried to help her with her homework. She had misinterpreted the questions, so I was explaining to her what they actually wanted. She refused to listen. I don't like when that happens.


2. My oldest brother wouldn't shut up at our brother's basketball game. (Note to self: Post something to explain the siblings.) The kid was sitting beside me, shrieking and otherwise being obnoxious. Any attempt to quiet him down resulted in "No, you shut up. You're annoying me." What the hell? I hadn't said anything to him before that!


3. Family dinner tonight consisted of arguing over which restaurant to go to, then not going to what we decided on and no one getting what they wanted. As usual. Why does this always surprise me?


4. This Facebook status from one of my friends:
   
   This is just poor logic. As I pointed out in a comment (because I'm an ass), you can see and touch a brain. Sure, the student couldn't see the professor's brain right then and there, but it is possible. God, on the other hand, is unseeable and untouchable, hence faith.


5. None of the radio stations on Grooveshark play anything good.


6. Some Neanderthal on YouTube barged into a previous comment-discussion between me and another user. The original discussion centered around me being an idiot who made many grammatical errors. Now, when I'm putting forth an argument, I make sure my spelling and grammar are 100% accurate. After all, I don't want to negate my point by looking stupid. Therefore, I know for a fact that I had no errors. The latecomer to the party helpfully pointed out that
   
   "spelling doesnt fucking matter on the internet u fucking cunt so stop bragging about yourself thinking your badass bc you spell shit right you uptight mother fucker.... oh and dont comment on how my spelling is bad bc you need back yourself up or some shit,bc like i said people spell bad on the internet on purpose...retard".
   
   Riiiiiight. Here, let me translate that for you: "I failed most of my English classes in school, and I spend most nights masturbating alone to Internet porn."


7. I can't figure out whether to capitalize the "the" in this post's title.


8. The above complaint makes complaint #6 look stupid.


9. Most of the time, the users on the forum I frequent are pretty cool. We make jokes, we ponder (somewhat) scientific questions, and life is good. However, a couple people are insufferable idiots. If I haven't made it clear by now, I hate dealing with people who don't use their brains. The guy who made it to this list is obsessed with pseudo-scientific things like psychics. These topics of discussion are banned on the forum (mainly because they're bullshit) but he frequently brings them up anyway. His latest thread deals with him mysteriously experiencing the same pains and illnesses as his friends and family (who are totally not with him, guys).

     If this doesn't stop, I'm going to jab someone's eyes out. With a rusty key. I swear to God...whose existence is neither proven nor negated by the existence of someone's brain.

Music Monday: Appalachia Waltz

     I'm switching things up a little bit today. This is an instrumental piece. No words. You can make up your own, if you really need words to enjoy a song. Yo-Yo Ma plays in this. It's...gahhhh. Just listen.

     I've lived in Appalachia all my life. Not that I'm biased or anything, but this is the most beautiful area of the country. Sure, other places are beautiful, but this is as close as you can get to Heaven without dying. Every time I hear this song, my heart gets all...soft. I usually try to be logical and unemotional, but this song makes my soul happy. Wow, I sound really weird now. I'm gonna go hug a mountain and rock a bunny to sleep.

I Skipped Fix-It Friday

     Oh well. My man and I had a...rough couple of days. I was in no mood to do anything but hide under my covers and cry pathetically. Fun times.

Dear Loser (Chris)

     Let's face it, some people are pathetic. Here's a prime example. I honestly can't pick one favorite part. You can listen to the original here on constant loop.

Wow-You're-Hot Wednesday: George Clooney

     This man is the poster child for hot older guys. By now there are multiple generations of women who find him attractive, and rightly so. I means, look at him!

     If you read any of my other WYH Wednesday posts, you'll know that I have a serious thing for older guys. Clooney is 50 years old. Yes, that will do nicely...I mean, uh, whatever. He's pretty funny, too. That's always a good, sexy quality for a guy to have. And he's rather involved in the humanitarian sector. Give the man another point.

     Now, when I started browsing for pictures, I realized that they're all kind of the same. He's so photogenic that he barely changes between photos. So I picked out a few pictures, but if you want more Clooney goodness, you can find it here.

     Today's post is rather hurried, as I'm in the library waiting for my beau. He's just home from his college (two hours away) and we're celebrating my birthday (which was yesterday). Do I feel bad drooling over attractive guys right now? A bit. That can be easily solved with the Sexiest Man Alive issue of People magazine, though. 70 pages of guys! I'm sure I'll get a few more names to add to my list.

Music Monday: Super Bass

     I jammed to this in the car this morning after taking my siblings out to the bus. It was an epic start to the week. Of course, being me, I found something to complain about. More on that in a bit. First, here's the song.

     It's so frickin catchy. Can't you hear that boom badoom boom, boom badoom boom bass? The video is...well, it's fascinating. You can't argue with the fact that it's weird, but it totally works. It fits the song and the artist. I love the first 30 seconds; Nicki's obviously hyped up on caffeine and/or illegal drugs, and trying to pass it off as excitement. Then we finish off in a DayGlo rave. It's great.

     This is the kind of song that makes me wish I were black. I don't wish that often; I'm comfortable with my race. Seriously, though, it seems like black chicks have all the fun. They can have pink hair and swim in a pool of Pepto Bismol, and people love it. If I did that, I'd be shipped off to the nuthouse.

     Now for the complaints. I'm sorry you have to deal with this. When I was in the middle of jammin this morning, I realized that the song was full of holes. It completely ruined my joy. The radio station had edited the crap out of this masterpiece. Here's a list of words that were skipped. (A word with an asterisk by it is something I completely understand editing. I'm including those for the completeness of the list.)

• coke
• motherfucking*
• ho(e)
• F (No, she didn't say "fuck." She literally says "eff" in the song.)
• niggas*
• panties
• F (again)

     I'm sorry, but really? WKEE must have a bunch of third-graders working for them. "Oh, noes, we can't say panties on the radio! That's a naughty word!" I don't understand this. I've heard worse than "ho" on the radio -- on that station -- and you're going to block it? And then the letter. "You can't hear that letter! omgzorz!!1!" Next they'll be cutting out half of the alphabet. It's like Sesame Street's letter of the day, but with more ridiculous censorship.

     I need your help to combat this. Here's the plan: using a buttload of autotune tricks, I'll create a song that doesn't sound like a cat dying. The lyrics will consist only of "eff" and "panties." We just have to make sure it gets on the radio. Of course, that will require a disguise. We'll pretend it's a rendition of "Unchained Melody."

Speak Up, Ninjas

All-time pageviews for this blog, as of 11-20-11.

     Okay, seriously guys, this math stuff sucks. You can see under the OS stats that 70 is 100% of the pageviews. That being said, everything else should add up to 70, right? The browsers do, but the countries don't. Nine views aren't counted for. WHERE ARE YOU PEOPLE???

Fix It Friday: How Things Should Have Gone

     Thus far, I've only got structured guidelines for posting on two days in the week. This isn't nearly enough for me. I'm drowning in the ocean of possible blog posts. You have to understand, I need structure. Some people can just go with the flow, all willy-nilly. Not me. My pre-bed routine takes an hour and a half.

     Because of my perverse need to plan every aspect of my life, I figured I'd stress out less by introducing another theme day here. As a bonus, it'll keep the posting schedule a bit more reliable, ultimately forcing me to post more. At least, I think that's a good thing. You can be the judge of that.

     So now I introduce to you Fix It Friday. Everyone's encountered at least a few things in life that should have ended differently. You've all said to yourselves "I could have done that better than they did." This is my version of that. Movies, books, tv shows, real events; nothing is safe from my mental nitpicking. The idea for this came to me in a dream, which is a great reason for doing something, right?

The Lion King: How It Should Have Gone

     Basically, this (possible rip-off of a) movie retells Shakespeare's Hamlet in a way that reaches out to small children and breaks their little hearts. Yes, I'm bitter about Mufasa's death. So very bitter. Simba is left alone in the world (for a while) and Scar is a douchebag. Luckily, I dreamt up a much better version of things.

     The first, and biggest, deviation is that Scar is actually nice. He's not just pretending to be happy about Simba's birth; he's the most kind-hearted lion that ever lived. He serves as Mufasa's right-hand man for many years, until Mufasa dies. It's okay, though; he dies of old age, and Simba rises to the throne. Scar guides Simba through the difficulties of ruling the savannah and manages to live to see Kiara born. (Side note: Scar's name before he got his Scar was Taka. In this version, he does have his scar, but not because he tried to off Mufasa.)

     Somehow, Kovu is also born. I say "somehow" because (in the real story) he's Scar's son, and part of the Outcasts. In my version, however, Scar was never pushed into forming the Outcasts. Anyway, the universe vomits out Kovu; perhaps he's simply too awesome not to exist. Kiara and Kovu meet as young cubs and essentially grow up loving each other. Everything's awesome, everyone likes each other, and things are just peachy.

     At the edge of the savannah, Clayton appears. Yes, the hunter from Tarzan. Maybe he's hunting to raise his status? After all, Tarzan didn't come out until a year after LK2. Anyway, he's out for blood. And pelts. Gotta have them pelts.

     Now, Scar and Kovu have darker hides than the other lions. This trait is possibly passed down from Mufasa/Scar's mother, Uru. There are books that expand the world of LK. Okay, this isn't supposed to be an in-depth analysis. C'mon, self, focus. Basically, dark hides mean more money for Clayton, so he sees Scar and Kovu and decides to kill them.

     Scar is rather old by this point, so Kovu is in better shape. Clayton goes after him first, chasing him to the edge of a really weird cliff. The rock goes straight down, then flattens out into a shelf, then heads straight down again. There's a tree growing right up the middle, embedded into the cliff face (even across the shelf). Kovu slips off the edge, which is actually great compared to facing off with Clayton. He manages to dig his claws into the tree, and just kinda hangs there.

     Mufasa has been summoned, and he and Scar teleport to the shelf. (There's not really a way for them to get there without falling and dying, so they must have teleported.) I'm not really sure how they could be any help, but that doesn't stop them from trying to come up with something. Scar decides to run for help. In his haste, he falls off the cliff and dies. Kovu freaks out, slips, and falls off the tree. Mufasa "catches" him -- lets Kovu land on him -- and Clayton starts shooting.

     Time slows down and the lions go all Matrix, dodging bullets and pulling other awesome stunts. Because not even Clayton has unlimited ammo, he runs out of bullets and is forced to return to his camp for more. The lions climb down the second half of the cliff using the tree. They find Scar's body, which they half-carry, half-drag to Pride Rock. It's a very sad time. Everyone is heartbroken to lose such a great lion. They bury Scar, with Clayton (fully ammo'd) watching in the shadows.

     Unfortunately, I woke up before seeing what Clayton's next move was. While I absolutely love the LK movies, I think my version is epically better. I mean, come on, there's so much happiness before the heartbreak and childhood-ruining! No behind-the-scenes plot to murder family members, no alleyway deals. Just a dick with a gun.

Wow-You're-Hot Wednesday: Everyone Makes Fun of Me

     Seriously, what is wrong with the world? I can't even enjoy hot guys without someone making fun of my taste. Every time this guy comes up in conversation, I can't help but drool a little and go all dreamy-eyed. This inevitably prompts the other person to laugh and comment on his bald head...or his short stature...or the fact that he's "old." That's great, guys. I don't care. This dude is smoking hot.

     My deep-seated love for K Ches started waaaay back when. Well, it seems that way to me, because it's spanned (quick math...) roughly 3/4 of my life. I fell in love with his music at the ripe old age of 5, and I've been head-over-heels ever since. Notice all the love references? I'd totally leave my man for Kenny at the drop of a hat. It's a known fact of our relationship. (Note to self: mention "my man" more often.)

     Remember the first paragraph of the Effington post where I mentioned the fact that some guys' voices totally chill me out? Kenny is the main dude in that arena. His voice alone has pulled me out of some pretty dark (depression-induced) places. If the earth's surface represents where normal people normally are emotionally, I've been down in the Mariana Trench a few times. The release of Kenny's latest album, Hemingway's Whiskey, coincided with my roughest patch to date. Talk about perfect timing. I swear, the guy's a fricking angel or something. Okay, enough with the dramatic descriptions of how sad I've been.

     That being said, I think it's safe to assert that the basis for my adoration here is probably the most solid of any others on my hot dudes list. This boy's from a little itty-bitty spit of a town (less than 1,000 people) in Tennessee, so he's got that kinda-cute country vibe. What really gets me, though, is the whole beachy theme; many of his songs are very Caribbean-inspired, he owns a yacht, and he has a home down in the USVI. A big dream of mine is to live on an island in the Caribbean, so Kenny is definitely relevant to my interests.

     In preparation for this post, I started looking through the pictures I had saved on my computer. There are 26 Kenny pics (in addition to the one above) that I decided were worthy of this post. I know, it's a lot. I'll just put them down here all tiny again (they're really not that tiny...) and marvel at the technology that lets you guys see them big. (When it comes to technology, I'm an old soul -- I never understand it.)

     I've also noticed that these posts tend to be rather picture-heavy. It is about the guy's looks, of course, so I have to showcase that. But it seems like a cop-out to end a post in a flurry of pictures. I'm not really sure which route to go: keep it the way it is, or start trying to include the pictures in the actual "meat" of the post. That's a mental debate for another day, though.

       

I got bored one day.
Don't you dare judge me.

These edits are about a year old.
Picnik, baby.

I'd never try to pass this off as art.
They've been sitting on my computer.

I'm convinced that's
Dr. Phil in the back.