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Quality Apologies

01/12/2012 5 comments

I’m not a big follower of the world occupied by Katy Perry or her father, Pastor Keith Hudson, but something from that universe caught my attention this week.

In a recent sermon, Pastor Hudson apparently said the following:

“You know how to make the Jew jealous? Have some money, honey…You go to L.A. and they own all the Rolex and diamond places. Walk down a part of L.A. where we live and it is so rich it smells. You ever smell rich? They are all Jews, hallelujah! Amen.”

Pastor Hudson was quickly and rightly taken to task by Jewish community leaders for these Anti-Semitic comments. However, the comments and the appropriate condemnation aren’t what really stand out to me here–it doesn’t take much effort to find people making racist, anti-Semitic, or really anti-anything comments these days. To me, about the only thing worse than the non-stop stream of offensive comments reported in the media is the non-stop stream of pathetic, insincere, dodgy half-apologies. As such, what really struck me as remarkable was Pastor Hudson’s apology. Let’s take a look at the script. Read more…

Conclusive Proof

11/03/2010 3 comments

Look–if God had truly wanted me to vote in today’s elections, then He would have prepared a way for my escape from 90 minutes of rush hour traffic on the 405.

Just sayin’…

Best & Worst Breakfast Cereals

07/21/2010 46 comments

In my office the other day, we were all debating breakfast cereals during lunch. Here are my lists:

Best Cereals: Sugary

  1. Cap’n Crunch’s Crunch Berries (though I actually like all the Cap’n Crunch varieties)
  2. Corn Pops
  3. Sugar Bear (Golden Crisp, Honey Smacks, whatever)
  4. Cinnamon Toast Crunch
  5. Honey Comb

Read more…

Introductions: My First Guest Author

02/24/2009 3 comments

I would like to introduce the very first (and possibly, but hopefully not, last) guest author on Dead Seriously! Read more…

One last thing…

11/05/2008 15 comments

I haven’t looked at exit polls or anything that would give me an indication of the outcome of that gutwrenching and painful campaign which I’ve been a part of. I promised that I wouldn’t preach on this site, and I’ve done my best to keep that promise. Please forgive me this one exception; this has just been on my mind for several weeks, and I feel like it applies to everyone, no matter their position on any issue in life:

Therefore, that we should waste and wear out our lives in bringing to light all the hidden things of darkness…Let no man count them as small things; for there is much…which depends upon these things.

You know, brethren, that a very large ship is benefited very much by a very small helm in the time of a storm, by being kept workways with the wind and the waves.

Therefore, dearly beloved brethren, let us cheerfully do all things that lie in our power; and then may we stand still, with the utmost assurance, to see the salvation of God, and for his arm to be revealed.

Doctrine & Covenants 123:13-17

Troubles With Tipping

07/21/2008 3 comments

The other day I went to lunch at a local steakhouse with an attorney I know. Although not extravagant, the restaurant we ate at is a little on the pricey side, so I’m very grateful that I can get business lunches reimbursed. This morning I dug the receipt out of my wallet to file a claim, and realized that I hadn’t written down the tip amount on my receipt copy. I opened up our online account page where, to my horror, I realized that I didn’t leave a tip at all! Because my office administrator was waiting for my receipt, I had to submit it sans tip.

Now I face a moral dilemma: Do I go back to the restaurant and pay the tip–knowing full well that I’ll have to eat the bill, since my receipt is gone? Is such an effort wasted anyway, since I don’t remember the name (or gender, for that matter) of our server? Do I act like nothing happened and go back there to eat (and risk being pitch-forked by a horde of unionized servers)? Can I find any comfort in knowing that I accidentally, through a mathematical error, tipped an unrelated server in a different restaurant about 28% a few days earlier?

Oh No!

07/17/2008 2 comments

My brother just informed me that I’m dead.

Perhaps more importantly, it appears that my death took place some time ago. Does this make me a ghostwriter? BWAAAAHAHAHA!

iPhone Hater

07/16/2008 1 comment

I have become an iPhone hater.

The phone itself doesn’t bother me so much; rather, it’s the way the media fawns over it like David Beckham. Case in point: Earlier today, I looked dialed into the Digg front page. At least five of the “top” 15 stories were about the new iPhone. This is especially problematic when you consider that the other 10 stories are already spoken for by bloggers screeching that Macs are better than M$ Windows or using infographics to argue that condom taxes might help save the planet.

Similar problems at Reddit and other news sites.

I Stink

07/12/2008 1 comment
“Slider…(sniff)…You Stink.”
-Maverick, in Top Gun

Because the internet community is always so helpful, perhaps someone out there will be able to provide me with a solution to a most vexing problem: My sweat smells worse than it used to.

I run frequently and, like most people, I sweat when doing so. As I run upwards of 4-5 times each week, I try to mitigate my contribution to the weekly laundry pile by wearing the same shirt/shorts combination multiple times between washings. Sure, I will admit that this might be a little gross, but I’ve always justified it because

1) I usually run alone outside; it’s not like I’m stinking up 24-Hour Fitness
2) These clothes are never used for anything else

After working out, I place these clothes in a different pile than the rest of our laundry (by “different pile“, I mean “somewhere on the floor in the bathroom or bedroom“) , so that whoever happens to do the laundry (by “whoever“, I mean “my wife“) will not wash them until Saturday afternoon. Such has been my modus operandi for the past several years.

In recent months, however, I’ve noticed that my workout clothes seem to stink worse than they used to. This has caused some uncomfortable situations for me, as I’ve departed from my lone-runner path and started running regularly with some other fellows. The shirt was so nasty a few days ago that I tried rubbing a deodorant stick around the inside of the shirt before leaving to meet my running partner. Unfortunately, the result was a nasty odor combo arguably worse than plain sweat. Panicking, I sprayed the whole thing with our bathroom air freshener and made for the doorway before my wife could catch a whiff. Although my friend didn’t say anything, I’m certain he was curious as to why I reeked of stinky sweat and cucumber-melons and Clix.

You might be thinking that the problem is that I leave my sweaty clothes on the floor where they don’t have time to dry properly. That kind of sloppy logic goes nowhere though, because it fails to explain why this phenomenon has only recently come up. Moreover, the stench begins immediately after the run, not days later. As an illustration, last night after my run (in a freshly-washed shirt), the second I stepped inside, my wife turned immediately and said, “You stink!”

So has my sweat actually gotten stinkier? Is this something to do with age? Is it something I’m eating? Why doesn’t this affect my other clothes (seriously, folks–we all sweat a little bit on a daily basis)? I’ve come up with a few possible causes:

1. Awesomeness smells bad. My awesomeness has been steadily increasing, whilst household income, marital status, and my mother’s maiden name have remained mostly constant. If awesomeness stinks, then higher concentration of it would cause my perspiration, and consequently, my running clothes, to stink. The problem with this theory is that only my running clothes seem to stink. Increasing awesomeness would likely cause all of my other clothes to stink, too.

2. Clothes have a limited resistance to odor-memory. Because I wear the same shirt running every time, perhaps continued exposure to powerful (and arguably awesome) sweat glands has, over time, decreased the ability of my shirt to shed its odors through the use of laundry detergent. However, if this were the case, then obviously the shirt would stink right after washing. And what could we say of socks? They should always stink under this hypothesis.

3. My wife is poisoning me–very carefully and very slowly–with something that makes my sweat stink. Of course, her goal is not to kill me. On the contrary, her plan would be to make me become so disgusted with my own sweat that I’ll stop leaving my running clothes on the floor. Because there are several items in the house that only I eat (PB, mac&cheese, chocolate cereal), there are several easy targets.

So what are my options? Do I do more frequent (and costly*) laundry? Do I assume the worst and begin picking up after myself? Do I purchase higher quality odor-destroyers? Do I bathe in Certain-Dri and avoid the whole sweat-thing altogether? Do I purchase a new shirt? Do I stop running altogether?

*More water & energy consumption. I recently had an epiphany in which I realized I could sort of “wash” my shirt by leaving it on when I got in the shower. Then after soaping it up with normal hand soap for a moment, I could rinse it, wring it, and hang it over the shower to dry before continuing with my normal shower. The downside of this is that anyone who has seen Arrested Development might confuse me for a never-nude.

What I’m Excited About

02/26/2008 Comments off
…The Movie
Of course, it makes perfect sense that I would be excited about this movie–after all, I am white.

Silent Stalls

02/25/2008 Comments off
Is that an attorney or real estate investor in there?

Working a regular work day is a new thing to me. I was in school for so many years that it’s difficult to remember the last time I had to keep regular hours. While I dislike certain aspects of the lifestyle, I try to find humor and happiness in small things. One bright spot is the box of fresh fruit delivered by The Fruit Guys every Tuesday morning that my coworkers and I munch on all week. Another is the public restroom we share with several other firms who coexist with us on the 8th floor of my office building. It has very nice smelling soap in the dispensers and the stalls are slightly larger than most I’ve seen–comfort loos.

Eating lots of fruit and living the same routine every day have a great result: regularity. Folks, if you’ve never experienced this, I’ve gotta tell you–it’s fantastic. Because my building is fairly large, each floor houses enough companies and thus enough employees to maintain a fairly steady stream of visitors to the restrooms (if the other firms would get The Fruit Guys to visit them, too, then we could perhaps work out some kind of floor-wide lavatory rotation!).


Recently, though, I’ve noticed something funny: Whenever I enter a stall, the occupants of the adjacent stalls (which are almost always in use) immediately freeze up–no sound (squeaks, rustles, grunties, flushies), no motion, nothing. Invariably, despite my later arrival, I leave first. Honestly, if I were to break open the next stall door, I’ll bet I’d find a middle-aged businessman in an Armani suit quivering atop the john in an effort to escape undetected. My coworker confirmed that he has also noticed this uncomfortable silence on the pot. Are we the only people who are not embarrassed by our use of a toilet? Do we not all go there for the same reason? Or should the privy be just that?

Today, upon entering an empty stall, I could feel the tension mount as the fellow through the wall on my right went into lock down and ceased all operations (breathing included). I tried to lighten the mood a bit with some humming and whistling–standard bathroom fare–but the man would not be moved. As the moments passed and the silence grew heavy I was almost overcome with the urge to bang my hands on the wall and yell “BOO!”. Probably would have scared the…wait for it now… crap out of him!

Belt Butt

02/01/2008 Comments off

There was a guy in the elevator on my way to work this morning that had, arguably, the worst case of belt butt (tightening your belt above the waistline resulting in a protruding rear end) I’ve ever seen.

When I mentioned this to my coworker who happens to be from Texas, he said, “In Texas, we just called that ‘wearing pants’.”

I think it’s called that in the areas surrounding my home town of Preston, ID (like, say, Banida), too.

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