If we had a band, this would be one of our group shots on our first cd (whose title would prolly involve something about swattered kitty cats). Val and Garry came down and we had a great time (as always!). There were some very heavy things discussed but I believe the four of us are closer than ever. Check Garry's blog (filed under "the cousin") for more pictures and what not.

Key and girlfriend Amber and halflings Val and Luke

I have the Key

so this guy is my half-brother, Key Lindon, with his girlfriend (see above pix)... i don't see the resemblance either...

anyway so to make a long story... a long story that happens to be shorter (durrrr!) my father (Blue) runs around and sets up "franchise families" ala Fight Club and then moves on. Key is 18, two years younger than my sister... so i'm elated to know of him and to know that Key is healthy, sane and alive. he sounds a lot like me prior to 1999... i guess i partied like it was 1999 like Prince said and came out a different person. he sounds great! and motivated! and relatively unphased!

which brings me to my real point... how the hell can kids come from such fucked up and poisonous backgrounds and make it in the world. some kids have really good rearing and come out ray guns set to ridiculous! while others have some bumps and bruises and act even worse. i'm thinking it comes down to two things 1. divine intervention and 2. ability to change and adapt.

1. Divine intervention comes in many, many forms... some ppl call it being 'saved' but that sounds too fundamentalist... but it means roughly the same thing. divine or not, the best way to define the intervention is something that causes...

2. The ability to change and adapt. Darwin said this was the key to the survival of the fittest. it's not the most powerful that always win, it's the ones who can change. people (like the mormons, reagan-republicans and other such idiots) like to think in absolutes. total or nothing, good times or bad times, saved or unsaved. not happening.

i think that using both 1 & 2 in a deadly fashion is what the Buddhists call the destruction of the self. it's not that you destroy your personality, it's just that you get over yourself. such sayings like "gee.. i wish i could stop smoking" or "he's such an ass to me but i can't break up with him" or "i've smoked so much pot but i can stop if i wanna" would never come out...

people think you need a great focus to do these things.. one does need focus.. one needs DISCIPLINE. i'm the most unfocused person (if you couldn't tell by my writing style) but i'm pretty disciplined.. if i need to get focused, i can. if i see something i don't like, i can change it first by changing myself and then changing the situation.

get it? prolly not.. but i do, val does and apparently so does key. so i guess it counts for something!

ADDICTED

i try to live my life without being addicted to too much... air, Family Guy, and my wife are my few addictions... but i've found my other addiction:



that's right! the greatest sports game ever made! I played it this past new years eve with my cuz... the game kept resetting, so it prevented me from completely owning his sorry ass! but of course i was the LA Raiders (with Bo and Marcus Allen) and he was the ever-fumbling Browns of '91. It would have been the first time i beat Garry, because he's a few years older than i am and consistently whooped my ass in Nintendo games. one of these days, Puppet Nuts.... one of these days!

but seriously.. Tecmo Super Bowl struck the perfect balance between realistic football simulation and high-tempo, engaging gameplay. Tecmo pushed the boundaries of sports video games by allowing for the first time full season play with complete stat-tracking, changing player conditions, and even injuries.

i've been through one season playing the Packers, Raiders, Broncos, and 49ers... these teams were unstoppable leading to the Packers' defeat of the Raiders in the big dance by a 65-yard TD run by Sterling Sharpe to edge out the Raiders.

This season i'm the Browns and the Saints... just to see if i can take two crappy teams and beat the game with them... not doing too bad so far.

BEST.GAME.EVER.

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And Remember Children...

If you don't blow out your flaming shot you could end up like this guy.

What a moron.

Also another sad fact is that this is how most of the fire drills happen at OU... that and the herb-heads who are too lazy/stoned to find Bong Hill.

Duh....

Here's some random quizsters i took that told me nothing new...

Your Political Profile

Overall: 20% Conservative, 80% Liberal

Social Issues: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal

Personal Responsibility: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal

Fiscal Issues: 75% Conservative, 25% Liberal

Ethics: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal

Defense and Crime: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal

How Liberal / Conservative Are You?

although i don't agree with either position on most of these stupid questions.. but i understand they want to easily put me in either category.

Your True Birth Month Is January

Loyal Social Logical Easily jealous Loves children Rather reserved Highly attentive Likes to criticize Needs close friends Ambitious and serious Smart, neat and organized Hardworking and productive Loves to teach and be taught Quiet unless excited or tensed Sensitive and has deep thoughts Knows how to make others happy Searches for the greatest romance Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds Romantic but has difficulties expressing love Always looking at people's flaws and weaknesses

What's Your True Birth Month?

i agree completely with this one. but i may also be suffering from the Barnum Syndrome.. you know.. the one where you agree with every personality trait listed for you because 1. you want a clear definition of yourself and 2. your complex personality allows you to have all of these characteristics at any given time.

Hardest Game in the World

This Game is sooo addictive it should be illegal. Thanks to mai for sending it. the best soundtrack since mario and it'll hurt your wrist more than looking at playboy. have fun with it.

also for mai: shiznet= the shit. aka 'the big man on campus' as i believe the term would have been back in your hood. g mama....