Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Out With the Old

As I write this, the clock is slowly approaching 4am. And how am I dealing with these few sleepless moments? Well, I'm thinking about all the things that are going away today. That's right, I'm thinking about DC Comics' ginormous relaunch of their entire line of comic books.

For months the event has been hyped. They want us to believe that it's an even larger undertaking than the continuity reboot that followed the classic story Crisis on Infinite Earths back in 1986. There's a part of me that wonders if people 25 years ago were feeling about DC the way I'm feeling now.

I grew up on DC Comics. In a way, I'm still growing up on DC Comics, even though I'm now 31 years old. In a lot of ways, the only DC Universe I know is the one that was created when the writers decided to eliminate the old multiverse idea and simplify things by having a single sandbox in which all of their characters could play. There were flaws in the system, as there are with just about anything, but it seemed to work for the most part.

From what I can understand about the pre-Crisis DC Universe, it was complicated and confusing. It was difficult for people to get on board with the stories because they were stories that had been playing out for 50 years. There was an unlimited number of universes where any number of stories could have taken place. It was hard to tell if stories should be considered canon or if they should be considered imaginary or if they simply happened on Earth-79, a world where nothing we know to be true was true.

But there must have been people who enjoyed that aspect of DC Comics. There had to have been those who loved that complicated continuity. Maybe they got angry when the Superman they knew and loved went away and was replaced by a less powerful version created by John Byrne in the now classic Man of Steel mini-series which rebooted the Man of Steel's origin story.

And now you have me. You have my generation of comic book geeks. This is the Superman that I've grown up with. This is the Superman I know. This is the Superman that was really, at the heart of things, Clark Kent. This was the Clark Kent that wasn't just some wimpy kid who was pretending not to be Superman. He was a confident, charismatic reporter for the Daily Planet who met and fell in love with Lois Lane. And as Clark Kent, he didn't have to compete so much with his alter-ego for Lois' affections. She fell right back in love with him, not because of his super-powers, but because of who he was: a boy scout from Smallville.

Now that's going away. In a lot of places in America, it's already gone away. As of midnight, DC Comics has officially launched their New 52, which effectively eliminates much of the continuity that we've come to know over the last 25 years or so. They've decided to do away with the old numbering system and start each of their titles at #1. Action Comics, which recently passed its 900th issue, is being relaunched at number 1. Detective Comics, which was so close its own 900th issue, is being relaunched at number 1. Some would argue that these are just numbers, but to a lot of people, these numbers indicate history and have a great deal of meaning.

The powers that be in the offices at DC Comics will probably make speeches about the importance of that history and the impact that the old numbering system may have had, but what it comes down to is that they're getting rid of it. It must not mean too much for them if they're willing to throw it out and start all over again.

I'll admit, there's a part of me that wants to be excited about this. Without the need to rely on what's come before, the writers are free to explore new options that they may not have had. With Lois and Clark in a situation where they've never been in a relationship, maybe there will be a new and exciting way for them to fall in love all over again. Maybe with Barbara Gordon getting out of her wheelchair and finally regaining the Batgirl costume, there will be new and exciting challenges ahead for her character. But it still feels a little like a cop out.

As someone who likes to write, I kind of feel that part of the challenge of writing is being able to take what you have and go with it. If you don't like the story that's been presented, change it. Find a creative way to deal with the situation and move on. Flushing the past down the toilet seems like the easy way out. And the way these creators are doing it really feels like the easy way out. They've picked and chosen which pieces of continuity they've wanted to keep moving forward in this new DC Universe. The Batman family is remaining virtually the same (except for that little huge issue of Barbara Gordon and her new lack of paralysis), as is the Green Lantern Corps. And why is that? Because their books were already selling pretty well. Since those titles were doing well in the market, we can leave those the same. But since Superman's family of books weren't consistently hitting the tops of those sales charts, his entire origin gets another overhaul. For what seems like the billionth time.

I'm trying not to be bitter. And like I said, I'm really trying to be excited about this change. But this is what fans do. We rant about the things we don't like and geek out over the things that we do. And how will I ultimately react to this great change to the status quo? I'll go by B&D Comics after work today and I'll pick up my comics like I always do. I'll give this new universe a shot. The writers and publishers at DC may be making a lot of people angry, but they've piqued a lot of curiosities at the same time. Honestly, I hope it pays off for them. If it doesn't, it might just be one more nail in the coffin of the printed word.

Monday, August 29, 2011

Muse

"You can't break up with me! You're my muse!" Brad shouted in the middle of the coffee shop, very nearly making a scene.

"First of all, lower your voice," Ginny said, trying to save herself from a little embarrassment. "Secondly, I'm your 'muse?' You haven't written anything substantial in almost a year. And it's been even longer since you sold anything you wrote."

Brad huffed. "Why should I lower my voice? You're kind of breaking my heart here!"

"Because if you don't lower your voice, I'll walk out. I thought we could do this with some dignity, but if you're incapable, I'll happily leave and you'll never see me again."

"Fine," he said, making it seem painful for him not to shout like a child not getting his way. "And how can you say I haven't written anything substantial? What about that story I let you read last week?"

Ginny tried not to laugh, and she very nearly spit out her sip of coffee. "That story was written before you met me. You showed it to me during our third date. That story is kind of what made me fall for you in the first place. I thought it was sweet. I thought it showed that you had a lot of potential. Apparently I was wrong."

"You weren't wrong!" he shouted, then remembered her threat to walk away. "You weren't wrong..." he changed his tone to a whisper. "I still have potential."

"I'm sorry Brad. You're right. You do still have a lot of potential. But you're wasting it."

Brad rolled his eyes and threw his head back. He ran his hands through his hair but couldn't find a snappy comeback. When he couldn't speak, Ginny continued. "You can't get a lot of writing done when you spend your days playing video games in your parents' basement. You're not working at anything. You're not even pretending like you want to better yourself. And your parents really aren't helping you either."

"Don't you dare bring them into this," Brad said, his voice dangerously close to a shout.

"How can I not bring them into this? They're enabling you. You can't support yourself, so you rely on them to put a roof over your head and food on your plate. And I'm just as bad," Ginny said, staring at her coffee cup and feeling guilty. "When we go out, I pay. I take you to dinner. I take you to movies. I buy you new clothes that you never wear anyway. And why don't you wear those clothes? 'Cause you're content sitting in a recliner wearing boxers and a Batman t-shirt you've had since high school."

"I got that shirt in college," Brad said under his breath.

"Not the point, Brad."

He looked at her seriously and said, "What am I supposed to do without you in my life?"

"Move on," she said, "I'm obviously not helping you to do that. Your life is stagnant. I'm ready to move forward and I deserve to be with someone who is willing to go forward with me. I want a husband. I want a family. And I know that's something you're not interested in giving me." She almost stopped when she saw the look on Brad's face. She thought he was very near tears. "It's something you're not capable of giving anyone right now."

"You want to go? Fine. I won't stop you," Brad said, his anger beginning to replace his desperate sadness, "But you're gonna regret this. Someday you'll look back at this conversation and you'll realize that this was where you made your biggest mistake. I will finish my novel and I will sell it, and you'll wish you were still with me."

Ginny stood up and put her coat on. As she wrapped her scarf around her neck she said, "I hope you do sell your novel. More than that, I hope you finish your novel. But I won't regret this. No matter what happens in your life, I am responsible for my own happiness. Good-bye, Brad."

With that, Ginny walked away. Brad watched her as she opened the door to the coffee shop and walked out. He saw her turn her collar up against the wind as she kept moving forward. He waited for her to look back, but she never did. She was out of his life. He knew he would never see her again.

As he drove home, all he could think about was how badly he wanted to show her how successful he could be. He wanted nothing more than to sit down at his computer and write an entire novel that night. But he didn't. He sat at his computer for a while, but the words wouldn't come. He stared at a blank screen for over an hour before he gave up.

Brad turned on the TV and engrossed himself in the latest version of Call of Duty. That night, he only quit playing the game long enough to join his mother and father for dinner upstairs. He never gave his "muse" a second thought.

Writing prompt provided by Sunday Scribblings. Surf on over to see how other bloggers were inspired by the word muse.

Sunday, August 28, 2011

Four Weeks Away...

Hey, remember a few weeks ago when I put the plea out there for donations? Not for myself this time. Four weeks from today, on September 25, I'm participating in the Triangle area Heart Walk for the American Heart Association and I still need help.

I don't need help with the walking. I'm pretty sure I've gotten that part down. Okay, I'll admit, I sometimes trip over my own two feet, but not as often as I drop things. If this were the Heart Association Baseball Toss, I'd be in big, big trouble. But it's just walking. I nailed that little move before I was two.

What I do need help with is the fund raising. Now, I do have $110 for the cause thus far, and I'm incredibly grateful to the people who have so graciously given. But my personal goal is for $250, so I've got a little ways to go. And it definitely wouldn't suck if more money were to roll in.

It's easy to do. There's an icon on this page over there to the right. There at the top. See it? Good. Now click on it. Go see my page. I don't want to give my bleeding heart speech convincing you to give. I'll save that for the week before the walk. For now, I'll just state that it's a good cause.

Friday, August 26, 2011

Question of the Week: Lousy Movie

If you went to a movie with a friend and it was lousy, would you leave?

Yes. And I've done so in the past. I think it's only actually happened once. And I honestly can't remember what the movie was. But it was bad. It had to have been really, really bad for me to get up and walk out. But I wouldn't just leave a friend to sit there and watch a bad movie alone. If this friend who has such bad taste in movies feels compelled to stay and watch the whole thing, I'll stay too. I won't just abandon someone to that fate. But if he or she agreed with me about the poor quality of the film, I have no problem walking out.


*Question of the Week comes from The Book of Questions by Gregory Stock, Ph.D.

Thursday, August 25, 2011

30 Day Blog Challenge: Thirtieth Day

A Photograph of You Today and Three Good Things That Have Happened in the Past 30 Days

That's me. Today. Tonight, actually. 'Cause it's 11pm as I write this sentence. I'm falling behind on this thing. Anyway...

3 Good Things from the Last 30 Days

First: I discovered that the theater near me shows matinees between 4 and 5:30pm for only $5.00. That is an amazing admission price.

Second: I went back to church for the first time since December of last year. Not that I've been back since that particular Sunday, but it made me realize it's something I've missed. On a related note, I've been doing better about keeping up with a daily devotion and spending more time in prayer.

Third: I probably saved the life of a wild turtle that was crossing the street. Felt pretty good about that one.

It's been a good 30 days. Honestly, I'm gonna miss these go-to blog posts on a daily basis. This means I have to go back to relying on events in my real life to fill my daily blog posts. Keep your fingers crossed for some exciting times ahead. Thanks again to Amy at Ha Ha. Wait. What? for the Blog Challenge. Have a good night kids.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

30 Day Blog Challenge: Twenty Ninth Day

Something You Could Never Get Tired of Doing

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Riding roller coasters.

I'm not an adrenaline junkie. I've never been bungee jumping and I've never gone skydiving. I'm not sure I'm brave enough to try those things. But a roller coaster is just enough of a rush for me to really love it. I love getting strapped into the car and getting flipped upside down at 70 miles per hour. I just think it's an incredible feeling. I love hitting the amusement park on days when there aren't a lot of people there. It's great to find a coaster that's still awesome, but isn't as popular as one of the newer rides. Usually, you can get on and just keep riding back to back to back. You don't have to leave your seat. You don't have to get back in line. And I could do something like that all day long.

I haven't been on a roller coaster in a couple years. Not since my last trip to Carowinds with my friend's youth group. Now that I'm back in Virginia, I desperately want to take a trip to Richmond to visit Kings Dominion. Anyone else want to go? We can make a day of it.

Wee Bit Wednesdays

As a part of my effort to become more involved in the blogging community, I've decided to start participating in Wee Bit Wednesdays, found at a blog that I follow: Leigh Ashley. It strikes me as kind of being like the Question of the Week I do here on Fridays, only there are 10 questions. And these seem to be more fun to answer than some of the questions I pull out of Gregory Stock's Book of Questions. I can't promise I'll play along every week. I mean, I'm hit or miss on the Sunday Scribblings too. I can't always be tied down to a schedule. Maybe I'm not part of your "system." Ever think of that?

Current and future employers, please disregard that last statement. I can, in fact, be tied down to a schedule. In fact, I'm very good at following a schedule. Some would say too good. Some would say OCD. Anyway...





1. What's your guilty pleasure TV show?
Big Brother

2. Ear piercings on men: yes or no?
Look, I think the ear looks just fine as is. I just don't see the point in poking extra holes in it. That goes for men and women, btw.

3. Do you have Dish or Comcast?
Well, Comcast is not a cable service that is offered in the Star City. We have Cox Communications. Number 82 in customer satisfaction!

4. What's your favorite current fashion trend?
I probably picked a bad week to start playing along with the Wee Bit Wednesday thing. I don't really follow fashion trends. One could simply look in my closet and realize that. Are there gonna be more questions along these lines, 'cause if so I should probably bow out now...

5. If you could learn to do anything, money not being an issue, what would it be?
Play the piano really well. Though, I think with that, it's not so much the money being the issue as it is the time needed to devote to such a thing.

6. Red or white wine?
Not really a wine drinker. But I'm told it depends on the meal. But red always looked tastier to me for some reason. I hope there isn't some deep psychological meaning behind picking the red over the white.

7. What type of food is your favorite? (Ex.: Italian, Mexican, etc.)
As much as I love the pizza, I should probably just go with Italian. Though I'm really not the biggest fan of pasta. I don't know... Next question!

8. HP or Mac?
I have a Gateway. Maybe the question should be PC or Mac. I'm just not cool enough to be a Mac kind of person. I refuse to even get the iPhone.

9. What color is your bedroom?
White. Or possibly some kind of off-white. Eggshell. Or mother-of-pearl.

10. What's your favorite form of exercise?
Oh, man! That's a good one. I just laughed so hard... I won't need to do sit-ups for at least another month.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

The Time Machine

Title: The Time Machine
Author: H. G. Wells
Published: 1895

I've never read this book before now. And I'm a little disappointed in myself for that fact. After all, I find the subject of time travel to be a fascinating idea. This is obvious because so many of my favorite movies and TV shows deal with time travel: Back to the Future, Quantum Leap, Lost... I could keep going, but I won't.

I'm not completely unfamiliar with H. G. Wells' time travel tale. I've seen two film versions based on this novel. There's the '60s version that warned of the dangers of nuclear war and the one from a few years ago that warned of the dangers of screwing with the environment. Filmmakers just wanted to have something to point to showing that their version was relevant to the time in which it was made. Either way, they eventually get to the same place that Wells' original time traveler got to: AD 802,701.

If you don't know the story, it's fairly simple. The Time Traveler (who remains nameless throughout the novel) invents a machine that can travel through time. If you didn't pick that much up from the title then you really need to rethink your deductive abilities. In testing his invention, the Time Traveler ends up traveling to the year 802,701. Why H. G. Wells picked that year, I have no clue. But it's pretty far out there. And by that point, humanity as we know it has ceased to exist. Instead, mankind has split off into two new species: the Eloi and the Morlocks.

The Eloi are beautiful, naive creatures that live in a beautiful paradise. The Morlocks are an ugly, brutal breed that live under the ground. The two races don't seem to cross the lines of diversity too much. Though the Eloi are terrified of the dark, because they know that's when the Morlocks can come out to play. The Time Traveler comes to believe that the Morlocks occasionally come up and abduct some of the Eloi, using them as food. Yeah, pretty appetizing thought, right?

While the Time Traveler spends the bulk of his traveling time with the Eloi and the Morlocks, not all of his time traveling adventure is devoted to his social study of humanity's descendants. He travels even farther into the future, witnessing the death of the earth. He returns to his own time to share his story with some of his friends, but eventually leaves in his time machine, never to be seen or heard from again.

I'm never sure how I'll react to books that have been written so long ago. For me, it's like watching old movies. Sometimes I think they're great. Other times I wonder why something like Citizen Kane is even relevant. I tried reading Great Expectations not too long ago and just couldn't get into it. This one was pretty good though. Sure, there's a lot of philosophical jargon as told by the Time Traveler. And I'm not sure, but I think Wells might have been a Socialist. Whatever the case, the story was a pretty easy read. I can't really call it a page turner 'cause I read it on the Kindle. Have I mentioned how much I love the free books you can get for the e-reader? Kind of awesome.

One Less Thing

So today I was able to cross something off my lifelong list of disaster movies to survive. It was an earthquake. Here's the rest of the list...

Survive the Following Disaster Movies
  • Shipwreck/Sinking Ship (Titanic or Poseidon Adventure)
  • Alien Invasion (Independence Day)
  • Skyscraper Fire (The Towering Inferno)
  • Earthquake (Earthquake)
  • Volcano Eruption (Dante's Peak)
  • Killer Bees (The Swarm)
  • Zombie Apocalypse (Zombieland)
  • 2012 (2012)
I'll keep you posted when I make it through the next event.

30 Day Blog Challenge: Twenty Eighth Day

Your Favorite Movie
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My favorite movie is Back to the Future. If you don't know that by now, then this is obviously your first visit to my blog, and I invite you to go back and read so many of my more interesting blog posts. After all, I've only mentioned that this is my favorite film of all time about a thousand times. I wrote a little about it way back here. And my good friend Jen even took me on a tour of locations used in the filming of Back to the Future while I was visiting her in LA.


I think I need to go watch it again. Right now. Back to the Future party at my place tonight! Oh, and for the record, if I ever become ridiculously wealthy, I'm buying a DeLorean. And I'm gonna pay someone to trick it out to look exactly like the one in the movie. Complete with flux capacitor. And I'm gonna drive it at 88mph... just in case...
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Monday, August 22, 2011

30 Day Blog Challenge: Twenty Seventh Day

A Picture of You Last Year and Now

I think I've lost some weight. Could just be that in the nowish picture I'm doing something active as opposed to sitting behind a gigantic sheet cake.

Sunday, August 21, 2011

30 Day Blog Challenge: Twenty Sixth Day

A Photo of Somewhere You've Been

In the grand scheme of things, I probably haven't been to all that many places. However, compared to some, it's possible that I've been to a lot of places. I guess it all depends on your perspective. But the big one would have to be...

Saturday, August 20, 2011

30 Day Blog Challenge: Twenty Fifth Day

What's In Your Purse?

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Now that we've gotten that mix-up out of the way...
  • Kindle
  • A real book of some kind
  • A drawing pad & a composition notebook (should I have a moment of inspiration)
  • Various papers pertaining to work
  • Reading glasses (that I never use like I should)
  • Playing cards
  • Advil
That's what's in my satchel.

Friday, August 19, 2011

Question of the Week: The Needs of the Many

You are leading 100 people whose lives are in danger and you must choose between two courses of action. One would save only 90 people; the other would have a 50 percent chance of saving everyone but were it to fail everyone would die. Which would you choose?

This has got to be how Jack Shepherd felt all the time on Lost. I'd go with door number one. Get the people to the hatch. The Others might pick off ten of us, but, sadly, I'd have to consider those nameless extras acceptable losses. I don't like the odds of the Smoke Monster taking us all down if we go with door number two. A flip of a coin and everyone dies? I don't think so.


*Question of the Week comes from The Book of Questions by Gregory Stock, Ph.D.

Thursday, August 18, 2011

30 Day Blog Challenge: Twenty Fourth Day

A Photo of Something That Means a Lot to You

I've been told that I don't have a sentimental bone in my body. Actually, when mom says that to me, it sounds a little more like an accusation than a statement of fact. I'm not saying she's wrong. I just don't see why there's anything wrong with that.

I guess I don't see anything wrong with it because I have no sentimentality to speak of.

Okay, I do have some sentimentality. But I don't get attached to things. And I think this is a personality trait that has served me well. After all, I don't feel the need to hold on to things forever and ever. Therefore, when I pass away at the ripe old age of 103, I won't have 103 years of crap rotting away in boxes in my attic and/or basement for my grandchildren to have to go through and fight over.

I'm not saying they would fight over these things. I'm saying they would fight over who draws the short straw and gets the burden of dealing with all these things rotting away in boxes in my attic and/or basement.

I probably shouldn't say I'll have grandchildren either.

All that is to say that I've racked my brain all day long and couldn't come up with a single image of a single thing that means a lot to me. People mean a lot to me. Things... not so much. I enjoy having a TV of my very own, but I don't have fuzzy feelings about it. I like having books to read, but these things are replaceable. Photos are a good thing to have, but it would be kind of redundant to post a photo of a stack of photos.

When it comes down to it, if my place burned down tomorrow, a great deal of these things could easily be replaced. Well, not easily... I mean, it's a pretty tough time in our economy right now. I wouldn't be able to just run out and replace everything immediately. But you get my meaning. Nothing is permanent anyway. Why get attached? I can't take it with me when I die at the ripe old age of 109.

That's right. I just extended my lifespan by six years. Deal with it.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

30 Day Blog Challenge: Twenty Third Day

15 Facts About You

I feel like I did my 100 Random Facts About Me post really recently. It's been eight and a half months, but it still feels recent. I mean, it was a hundred facts. That's a lot. Do you know how hard it is to be that random? Well, I was looking back through it and found that some of those facts have changed. So I'll consider these 15 facts an addendum to that previous post. And so without further gilding the lily and no more ado, I give you 15 facts about me.

1. I no longer live in Wake Forest, NC. I am back in my home town of Roanoke, VA.

2. I am no longer, technically, a bank teller. But I still do a lot of teller style work.

3. I'm still not entirely content with my line of work. I'm making do.

4. On the plus side, I no longer need that second job delivering pizza. But if you think I'm disclosing how much I make now, you've got another thing coming, buster!

5. I still feel kind of pathetic when I go back and read number 26 on my original list of random facts. If you don't know what I'm talking about, it's okay. It might be a little embarrassing for me if you make a special trip to that post to find out what number 26 is.

6. I don't drive the '98 Escort anymore. Jade died. I now drive a '08 Toyota Yaris. I call her Half-Pint. She's just the darlinest thing you ever saw.

7. I worry that I didn't make the right decision by moving back to Roanoke. But I'm thankful for the friends I have here and the good times I've had so far. I look forward to what the next months/years will bring.

8. I feel a little bad that my cousin and his family moved from Roanoke to Wake Forest and then six months later I moved from Wake Forest to Roanoke. Don't get me wrong, they didn't move there to be near me. He's there for school. Still, I feel a little bad for moving so soon after they got there.

9. I canceled my Netflix subscription last month. I feel like a part of me is missing.

10. A staple of my diet these days is really cheap frozen pizza. It's actually not that bad considering it only costs a dollar. Don't judge me, I don't have my own kitchen anymore. I have to get by on stuff that my roommates won't steal.

11. I'm not sure I like living with roommates. It's been so long. I've really taken my alone time for granted all these years.

12. Here's another positive to being in Roanoke: I don't get as many headaches here as I did in NC. I totally blame the environment. I'm pretty sure I'm more allergic to something in the air down there than I am here in Virginia. That's not to say I don't get headaches. They're just not as frequent these days. It's kind of nice.

13. As much as I complained about only getting 35 hours a week in my old position, I kind of miss having my Wednesdays off.

14. I want a smart phone so bad. I just can't justify the purchase or the upgrade to my calling plan.

15. I am fast. To give you a reference point I am somewhere between a snake and a mongoose. And a panther.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

30 Day Blog Challenge: Twenty Second Day

A Letter to Someone Who Has Hurt You Recently

For the record, no one has really hurt me recently. But I don't want to just skip a day. So I'm gonna go with the  closest thing to having my feelings hurt in recent memory. Before I get started, let me state that no permanent damage was done. I won't be spending any time in therapy over any of this. In fact, it really wasn't that big a deal. But in the interest of keeping things interesting, I'm gonna attempt some false melodrama. And to whom it may concern, please don't take this seriously, if in fact you ever actually read this. Now that we've covered the disclaimer, let us begin...

Dear Spider-Girl,

What can I say? I thought we had something. I thought there was a connection. I guess I was wrong.

I'll admit, I got a little overly excited when I asked you out for coffee. Despite knowing that I would be moving away from Raleigh a short time later, you still said you would love to. I'm not the kind of guy who likes to get his hopes up. My philosophy is, if you don't get your hopes up, you can't be disappointed. But I'll admit it, I was kind of smitten. So my hopes rose a bit.

I should have just gotten your phone number, instead I settled for Facebook contact at your request. So that's how I attempted to contact you, hoping to hammer out the details of this elusive coffee date. Unfortunately I got no response to my friend request and got no reply to the messages I had sent. It was okay though. I merely assumed you were the kind of girl who had a life and you just didn't check your Facebook all that often. But again, I confess, I was getting concerned about the lack of available time. After all, I was about to move away. My days in Raleigh were dwindling, as were my chances of actually getting a date with you.

And then I moved. Eventually you did accept my friend request on Facebook, but other than that, I haven't heard from you. But what is there to be done? I live 170 miles away now. Even if you were at one time interested, that would be a moot point by now.

I'm okay with the entire situation. I really am. The only heartache I feel comes from not hearing from you and being unsure of things for my last couple weeks in North Carolina. The only regret I have lies in not asking you out much sooner.

But you don't have to worry about me. I'm doing fine. I'm living my life and I'm having an okay time. I'm staying busy. I'm making new friends. In my heart, I know, I'm moving on. I may not be ready to allow myself to become infatuated with another woman yet, and I may not have found anyone worthy of giving a nickname, but that time will come.

I hope that this finds you happy and doing well. I wish you the best in all you do.

Yours,
The Single Guy

In reality, I hope this doesn't find her. More accurately, I hope she doesn't find this. It would be awkward and could be greatly misinterpreted. Again, my feelings really weren't hurt in all of this. I just didn't have anyone else who remotely hurt me. My feelings rarely get hurt. I have way too many psychological walls up to allow people to hurt my feelings. I should probably work on that...

Legends of the Bank Teller: Riding the Monorail

As someone who works with the general public, I come across my fair share of crazy people. I saw them in Raleigh and grew to recognize them whenever they came in the door. After a while, they became easy to spot. It's taken some time since moving back to Virginia, but it seems they're finally coming out of the woodwork.

Take one example from my day yesterday. Please, bear in mind that I'll be keeping this as anonymous as possible. That being said, this guy would put some of my craziest customers from Raleigh to shame.

His day started by coming into the branch and asking why his deposit had not shown up in his account yet. As he explained things, he mailed in two checks with a deposit ticket. Now, I'm not sure the bank's official stance on mailing in deposits. Personally, I would advise against it. There are way too many things that could go wrong. These things wouldn't be the fault of the customer or the bank. There's a lot riding on the Postal Service and their ability to get your deposit to the bank in a timely fashion.

I didn't see the crazy guy. I didn't officially meet him. But I heard his conversation from the back room. One of my coworkers explained to him that we don't check our PO Box every day, but that the branch downtown does check theirs on a regular basis. After some digging, it turns out he sent his deposit to the downtown branch anyway. He left, his problem slightly unresolved, but we figured that was the end of it. At least for our part. After all, his deposit was sent downtown. It becomes an issue between the crazy customer and that branch, right?

So much for wishful thinking. He called us about a dozen times yesterday afternoon. About half of those times, I was the only lucky enough to answer the phone. Each time, he didn't seem to remember who I was. I only say that because he felt compelled to explain his situation each and every time. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

The first time I spoke to him, he started making demands of me right off the bat. Didn't give me his name or any other identifying information. He just started asking me questions about his account. When I asked for his name, he gave it to me in a huff and sounded as if it was a ridiculous notion that I didn't know him innately. After all, he's the future President of the United States. True story: this man has run, and will run again, for the office of president. It's good to know who I won't be voting for next year.

Anyway, I couldn't understand him when he said his name. I couldn't make out his first or last name. So I asked for his social. At that point he just yelled that the computer would give it to me. Yeah, it would. If I had another way to look him up, but since his speech was slurred and incoherent, I couldn't use his name. By this point, my patience was starting to wear a little thin, but I was faking polite pretty well. Oh, and he still hadn't explained his problem all the way through yet. We're only a minute or so into that first phone call.

Finally he begins explaining what's wrong. Turns out I'm not the first one he's told this to over the phone. So if you're keeping track, he came into the branch, and he's also called a number of times already. This time he got me on the phone to listen to his tale of woe. As he tells it, he sent two checks to that branch downtown. One of which was deposited into his account. The other check, for a larger amount, has vanished. He swears that the larger check was included on the deposit ticket that he sent with the checks. So now his accusation is that the bank employee that ran the deposit has taken that larger check and had a good old time with the money.

He told me this several times. For some reason he got the impression that I wasn't paying attention to him. Believe me, that's not the case. I was paying attention. I just wasn't giving him a satisfying answer. And I'm not sure what answer would have satisfied him. I wanted to ask him if he wanted me to drive downtown to ask the employee in question if she had, in fact, stolen his check and had a good old time with the money. But I was afraid that would come across as scathingly sarcastic. So he asked me to repeat what he had explained to me.

"Mr. Crazy, you're accusing the downtown bank employee of stealing your check. Is that right?"

He responded, loudly and angrily, "No! I'm not accusing anyone of stealing my money!"

"Yeah, you kinda are," I said, maintaining my calm. Though I'm not sure how I was staying calm. Back in Raleigh, I'd have definitely kicked something by this point.

Thankfully, my assistant manager rescued me from this endlessly cycling phone call. She had spoken with him before and knew the situation. From what I heard on her side of the conversation, he didn't tell her anything new. But she told him something new: that he should call the company that wrote him the check to see if it had cleared their bank. Her hope was that it would deflect him and that he would stop bothering us.

It was a good idea, but it didn't really work. He called five or six more times after that. Each time I answered for him, he started all over again, explaining the situation to me as if I hadn't heard it before, still expecting some positive result from me. Note: this is the very definition of insanity.

Later, my manager showed me letterhead from this man's "business." And you know how some businesses will list some of their responsibilities under the title of their business? Like law offices might list what their specialty is, that kind of thing. This guy had about ten items listed under his business name. These are the reasons you would call him and enlist his services. Some made a sort of sense. You'd expect to see things like "home improvement" or "janitorial services" for a legitimate business. Would you expect to see "monorail passenger"?

Neither would I.

I had no idea that I could list monorail passenger as an important accomplishment in my life. After all, I've been to DisneyWorld. But if monorail passenger is so important, can I list the fact that I've been on a boat? I've been on a plane, does that count for something? Oh, and I have my very own driver's license! Do you know what that means? I am legally capable of operating a motor vehicle! I really need to update my resume. Thanks to this crazy dude, I now have so much untapped potential that I never even knew I had!

Monday, August 15, 2011

30 Day Blog Challenge: Twenty First Day

A Photo of Something That Makes You Happy

I'm sorry. I just don't care about that many things. I don't get attached to stuff. So I don't have many items that just make me smile, just because I have them. But the thing I picked to display a picture of, well, I have a lot of them.

Movies.

I love watching movies. I love watching movies repeatedly. I am entirely content sitting around and watching movies all day long. I love movie marathons. I love watching movies with people. I love going to the movies, even if I'm going alone. I'm just a movies kind of guy.

I'm not saying that having all these movies has made my life easier or puts a smile on my face when I see these stacks of DVDs. I just like knowing that, when there's nothing on TV, I have plenty of options.

The Single Guy vs. The Ninja Turtle

The Single Guy made a trip to Lynchburg over the weekend. Why would he do such a thing? Because Roanoke doesn't have a Kohl's. Yet.

He needed to buy some shirts for work and since he didn't have any real money, he needed to use his Kohl's charge card. That's right, he has a charge card for a clothing store. But he's very responsible with it. Always makes his payments on time. Only uses it in times of great need. Like the time he really wanted those Chuck Taylors.

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Anyway, on his way back to Roanoke, he came across a turtle attempting to cross the road. There wasn't much traffic, so the Single Guy decided to pull over and give the little guy a hand across the street. After all, he didn't want the turtle to get hit by a car and end up shell shocked. Cue the rimshot...

The Single Guy approached the turtle and saw that it probably didn't need much help. That turtle was really truckin' across the pavement. But the Single Guy reached down and picked it up anyway.

As he made his way across the street with the turtle in his hands, the hard shelled reptile's legs kept kicking, as if it was fighting its predicament. Its head moved back and forth and its tiny mouth opened and closed violently. The Single Guy couldn't be sure, but he thought the turtle might have been trying to bite him.

"Why are you fighting me on this?" the Single Guy asked, "I'm trying to help you!"

Within seconds the Single Guy reached the other side of the road and gently placed the turtle down in the grass. Without so much as a thank you, the turtle charged off away from the road and from the good Samaritan who was willing to pull over to help it.

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part 2

I finally got to see it!

I got off early on Thursday afternoon a couple weeks back and discovered an amazing thing about the theater near my apartment. They have matinees for only five bucks between 4:00 and 5:30. Any movie that starts between those times only costs five dollars. Isn't that phenomenal? I couldn't remember the last time I paid less than eight dollars to see a movie in the theater. It's like being transported to a simpler time.

Anyway, the movie. It was even more phenomenal than the low price of admission. What is there to say that hasn't been said? After all, I'm coming into this thing a month after it was released. Still, it's worth saying that I was quite moved.

Despite having read the book on more than one occasion, I found myself getting emotional during some scenes. I knew what was happening. I knew what was coming next. Yet I couldn't help but allow my eyes to tear up when Harry began saying his good-byes to his stalwart friends, Ron and Hermione. I knew the outcome of Harry's confrontation with Voldemort. I knew that everything would be all right in the end. But I still wanted to cry.

I think that says a lot about the acting abilities of these kids. Well, they're not kids anymore, are they? They still seem like kids to me though. No matter their age, however, they are incredible actors. They had me believing that Harry was walking off to face his doom. Okay, so he did die a little. But he got better. That's how it had to happen so that he could finally stop You-Know-Who once and for all.

The movies really can't touch the books when it comes to shear awesomeness. But they come about as close as any film adaptation that's out there. All in all it was a fantastic movie and an epic series. And like so many Potter fans out there, I can't help but ask, "What's next?" Come on, Jo, you know we're waiting on something. Bring it!

30 Day Blog Challenge: Twentieth Day

The Meaning Behind Your Blog Name

Okay, it's a pretty good story. And it's been told. In fact, I'm pretty sure I've told it a couple times on this very blog. But, if you insist, I'll tell it again. Maybe this time I'll embellish it a bit.

It all begins in Bluefield, Virginia, where three young college students had a craving for Chinese buffet. Mark, Andy, and myself piled into my little green Escort, the dearly departed Jade, and headed to the Mercer Mall. On the road, we noticed our friend Cassie in her car behind us. We met up in the mall parking lot and invited her to join us for some sweet and sour chicken, but she was jonesing for some Chick-Fil-A. So we just told her to sneak her food into the restaurant and hang out with us anyway.

We took a booth in the Chinese restaurant and were greeted by a strange sight. This is something that I had never experienced, and have never again witnessed, in a Chinese restaurant. Our waitress was a crazy, old white woman. Her hair was an odd mass that looked like it could have housed any number of rodents. She had a long scare that stretched from her left ear down her neck, then disappeared behind her shirt. She had one of those creepy cackles that you imagine old cat ladies having. The only thing that would make this image complete for me is if she lived in one of those houses that kids cross the street to avoid. The kind of house with a front door that the bad kids dare the good kids to run up and knock on. Happily, I have no idea where this woman lived.

Our little group here had recently returned from a Baptist Student Union retreat at Eagle Eyrie in Lynchburg. While there, Mark had interacted with a cute girl from JMU. Naturally, our dinner conversation drifted toward Mark's thoughts on this young lady, and what he planned to do. For a while, he considered driving up to see her during an upcoming break. Being the supportive friends that we were, we tried to encourage him to do so.

Our crazy, old cat lady overheard our conversation and decided to throw in her two cents. Eventually she turned her attention solely to Mark, while the rest of us continued on our own. Mark is the kind of guy that's too nice to stop someone when they're rambling, so she kept on for some time. When she wrapped things up, she said something that caught everyone's attention: "Carp dime!"

At this point we were all confused. We decided that she was attempting to say carpe diem, but carp dime was what came out. That crazy, old cat lady had just given us a catchphrase that would stay with us through college and beyond. Those two words hold no meaning to anyone who didn't finish their days at Bluefield College, but to people like me, they mean so much.

If she, in fact, meant to say carpe diem, then it means to seize the day. But it could very will mean 10-cent fish. Perhaps she was trying to sell a special on the menu at the Chinese buffet.

So that's the story. And I'm sorry, I didn't embellish. In fact, I pretty much just copied the original story verbatim. Just about.

Carp dime!

Saturday, August 13, 2011

30 Day Blog Challenge: Nineteenth Day

Another Picture of Yourself

This really isn't a recent picture of me. But I just seem so happy there. This was taken back in college. I'm pretty sure I'm doing the Carlton, made popular on the classic sitcom The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.

Friday, August 12, 2011

30 Day Blog Challenge: Eighteenth Day

Something You Crave a Lot

What if I don't really have cravings?

I mean, there are certain foods that I really like, but I don't really go through phases where I just have to have a slice of pizza. I don't have much of a sweet tooth, so it isn't as if I crave desserts either.

I guess if I can crave something that isn't a food item, it would be my alone time. Don't get me wrong. I enjoy being around people... most of the time. Okay, some of the time. I am selective about my people. And while I do enjoy spending time with those people, I love to be alone too.

I can relax when I'm by myself. I don't have to answer to anyone. I don't have to follow along with someone else's whims. I'm not a natural leader. So I don't take charge in groups and I don't decide what should be done. So when I'm with people, most of the time, I don't really get my way. Not that I'm conceited enough to need to have things my way at all times. I'm fine going with the flow.

But when I'm alone I can do whatever I want, whenever I want.

On the flip side of that coin, there are some times when I'm alone that I crave being with my friends. Funny how that works, isn't it?

Question of the Week: Telephone

Before making a telephone call, do you ever rehearse what you are going to say?

I go through different scenarios in my mind. But I do that for all kinds of conversations, not just on the phone. I like to think it's the writer in me that's trying to anticipate the way a conversation is going to turn out. I try to think of what my side of the dialogue will be while trying to prepare for the different reactions that could happen. As it usually turns out, it's pointless to rehearse these things. Nothing in real life ever goes as planned.

*Question of the Week comes from The Book of Questions by Gregory Stock, Ph.D.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

30 Day Blog Challenge: Seventeenth Day

A Photo of You and Your Family

Yeah, it's from graduation. But I'm pretty sure this was the last time the four of us were ever in the same photograph.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

30 Day Blog Challenge: Sixteenth Day

Your Celebrity Crush

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Alison Brie.

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That is all.

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Yeah, I'm just gonna let you bask. No need to cheapen her image with heavy handed words.

Cue the audible sigh...

Tuesday, August 09, 2011

A Weekend at the Greenbrier

I really need to play catch up. I've had stuff going on in my life over the last couple weeks that are incredibly blog-worthy, yet I've failed to write about them. And why is that? Because I've had stuff going on in my life over the last couple weeks that are incredibly blog-worthy and I haven't had time to sit down and write about them. So let's get started, shall we?

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Remember how I won tickets to all the events of the Greenbrier Classic? Remember how I had a contest to give away one of those tickets to a lucky winner? Well, my friend and former roommate Mark (the Other Single Guy) was the winner of said contest. His odds were pretty good since he was one of three people who actually gave it a shot. I'm not hurt that more people didn't try. I mean, it was a pretty long questionnaire... with an essay portion. I thought it'd be fun.

Well, whatever the case, I'm grateful to the ones who did play along. I had fun. Mark had fun. It was a great weekend.

I ended up not being able to go to Thursday night's Tim McGraw concert. I was scheduled to work until 7 that evening and the concert started at 8... and I would have still needed to drive an hour and a half to get there. No way I'd have made it. So I gave the tickets to my new assistant manager and her daughter. As it was, they almost missed the concert too. Apparently traffic Thursday night was a nightmare. But she did report that they had a great time. And I'm glad the tickets didn't go to waste.

I took the day off that Friday and headed to Eagle Rock to pick up Mark from his parents' house. From there we drove up to Lewisburg, WV to park at the State Fairgrounds. We took the shuttle bus back to White Sulfur Springs and the Greenbrier, where we met up with Brandon and his wife's cousin. We watched Phil Mickelson play for a while, but he really wasn't doing that great. In fact, he didn't make the cut for the rest of the weekend. It was neat to see him play though.

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Friday night was outstanding. That's the night of the Black Eyed Peas concert. They put on one of the most amazing shows I've ever seen. And maybe it's because I haven't been to a real concert since I was in college. But I was pretty much in awe the whole time. Everything about that concert was incredible. Including Fergie. Wow.

We made it back to Eagle Rock to sleep off the long day. Saturday, after a delicious breakfast thanks to Mark's mother, we made the drive back up to West Virginia for the third round of the golf tournament. This time Mark and I decided to move around a little and stick to some of the back 9. It was a hot day and I was pretty stupid to not put on sunscreen. 'Cause I pretty much got fried. I didn't think I'd need anything though, we were outside on Friday and I didn't get any sun. Oh well, I survived.

I found out that my sister and her friend Dixie had gotten their hands on a pair of tickets for that night's Miranda Lambert/Keith Urban concert. So after we had had our fill of golf for the day, we headed back on the bus and met April and Dixie for dinner. We tried to get kicked out of the Applebee's, but we just weren't rowdy enough. So then we went to the concert and, I'm sorry to say, I was a little underwhelmed after the awesomeness that was the Black Eyed Peas.

Sunday I decided to take the day off. I let Mark and Brandon take my pair of tickets for the final round of golf while I stayed at home to try and recuperate from the previous week at work and my scorched arms, neck, legs, and face. Apparently they had a great time. I hear they met Frank Beamer, got their picture taken with him, and even stuck around for some free golf. Not too shabby.

It really was a great weekend. I'm not sure if it's the kind of thing I'll want to invest money in when the time comes around next year. But I sure wouldn't mind winning another drawing like that again.

30 Day Blog Challenge: Fifteenth Day

Something You Don't Leave the House Without

It seems too obvious to say my cell phone. But that's just the way it is.

It's the one thing I never go without. I mean, I tend to grab my wallet and keys whenever I leave too. But that's because without my keys, I can't get back in. And if I'm driving somewhere, I can't get my car started without them. Also, if I'm driving somewhere, I kinda need my license, which resides inside that wallet. But if I'm just walking over to the pool or the fitness center here at the apartment, I just take the phone.

No, I take the keys too. I have roommates who might lock the door in that time I'm gone. Then where would I be? If they lock and leave, I'm stuck outside.

For simplicity's sake, though, let's just go with the cell phone. What if there's an emergency? It's okay, I have my phone. What if someone needs to get in touch with me while I'm at the movies? It's okay, I have my cell phone. What if a friend of mine posts on Facebook that they just bought a Coke with the last dollar they had that day? It's okay, I have my cell phone.

See how important that is?

Monday, August 08, 2011

30 Day Blog Challenge: Fourteenth Day

A TV Show You're Currently Addicted To

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I used to be able to blame my NC family for this one. But I'm not there this summer and I still can't seem to miss an episode of Big Brother.

I will say that the Greene clan got me started on Big Brother. Before the ninth season, I hadn't even seen a single episode since the show started back in 2000. But since season 9, I've pretty much been hooked.

And it's currently the only reality show I still watch. Unless you want to count The Amazing Race, which I might. I gave up on American Idol and I just can't get into all those shows on History and Discovery that the Other Single Guy insists are not "reality" shows, though we all know they are.

I'm not sure what it is. There's something intriguing about watching these people thrown into a house together and watching cabin fever set in. It's not like watching The Real World. These people don't get to go to bars to get plastered and get into fights every night. They're stuck in the house for three months without a break. It's the kind of thing that could drive people insane. It's television gold.

Sunday, August 07, 2011

30 Day Blog Challenge: Thirteenth Day

Your Favorite Musician and Why

As much as I love music, I can't really say I have a favorite musician. I mean, it's not like I'm afraid to pick a favorite. It's not like I want to leave someone out or hurt a celebrity's feelings. I just think there's a lot of good music out there and a lot of love to go around. Please note: there's a lot of really bad, really repetitive music out there too. But let's just try and focus on a few that I really enjoy, mmmkay?

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Because who doesn't love the Beatles?

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Because I like the sound of his music and I can generally sing along with the stuff that doesn't have too many extremely complicated tongue tying lyrics.

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Because I could probably marry her just for the sound of her voice.

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Because I've listened to his songs and think he's one of the best Christian songwriters in the world today.

Saturday, August 06, 2011

30 Day Blog Challenge: Twelfth Day

A Photograph of the Town You Live In
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Now here's one that's completely different from the last time I went with a 30 day blog thing. 'Cause last year when I did this, I was living in Wake Forest. Now I'm back in the 'Noke. Honestly, I'm still not entirely sure how I feel about this. But I'm adjusting. I'm becoming used to the idea. For now.

This is the Mill Mountain Star. It's kind of what Roanoke is known for. How many other cities have a ginormous neon star on top of a mountain within their boundaries?

Enjoy your Saturday, kids.

Friday, August 05, 2011

30 Day Blog Challenge: Eleventh Day

What's In Your Wallet?
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According to Amy's list, this day was originally supposed to be "What's In Your Make-Up Bag?" And... well... I don't have a make-up bag. I don't have anything resembling a make-up bag. I don't even have anything similar to a make-up bag. So I decided to substitute my wallet for my non-existent make-up bag. For the record, I don't need make-up. I'm naturally this gorgeous.

Anyway... Here are the contents of my wallet:
  • Driver's License
  • Dental Card
  • Vision Care Card
  • Voter Registration
  • Medical Insurance Card
  • Vaccination Record
  • Various Business Cards
  • Spare Key for Half Pint
  • Check Card
  • Kroger Plus Card
  • Harris Teeter VIC Card
  • Kohl's Charge Card
I'd really like to say there was some cash in there too. Alas, there is not. Actually, I'm a little surprised that little cartoon moths didn't fly out when I opened up the space for the cash.

Question of the Week: Memories

If you could mold to your liking your memories of any past experience, would you do so?

No. Our memories are a big part of what makes us who we are. Positive or negative, we're shaped by the things we've experienced.

Sorry for the short answer this week. I'm kind of tired. Synapses aren't exactly firing on all cylinders.

*Question of the Week comes from The Book of Questions by Gregory Stock, Ph.D.

Thursday, August 04, 2011

30 Day Blog Challenge: Tenth Day

A Photo of Your Favorite Place to Eat

Was there any doubt that I would choose to post a photo from Macado's? I love that place. This is one of the perks to moving back to Roanoke. There are three in the local area and even more that are less than an hour's drive from here. In Raleigh? Nary a one.

The above picture was taken at the Macado's in Bluefield. Sadly, this Macado's location's reputation has gone way downhill since the glory days of college. The service isn't great and it's kind of dirty. Maybe it always was, we were just too young and foolish to notice.

When I was living so far away from a Macado's, I made it a point to eat at one whenever I had the opportunity. That meant that every trip to Roanoke included a stop in Macado's. Every visit to Bluefield included an extended stop at the Macado's at Mercer Mall.

If you haven't experienced a Macado's, give them a try just once. They've got a menu that's longer than your arm and is printed on front and back. Lots of choices, but they're primarily a sandwich place. Oh, and they have a bar. That's kind of important. To some people.

Someday my tastes may change. I may decide that my favorite restaurant isn't Macado's anymore. In fact, Cheddars is now in the running. But I've only eaten there once thus far. I'll let you know.

Heart Walk

Ladies and gentlemen of the interwebs, I'll soon be returning to Raleigh.

No, I'm not moving back. I'm just going back for a weekend in September to participate in the American Heart Association's Heart Walk.

A few months ago, not long before accepting the position I'm now in, the branch I was working in was invited to take part in this Heart Walk. I was all for it. It would be a good way to do something positive for the community as well as hang out with my co-workers outside of work. Those are two things that I had not done a whole lot of. So I said I was in.

And then I found out I'd gotten this job in Virginia. But I didn't want to back out of the Heart Walk. And my former co-workers still wanted me to participate with them. So I've signed up to be a part of their team. On September 25th I'll be returning to Raleigh to walk with thousands of other people in an effort to support the American Heart Association.

From the donation website:
Imagine the impact if we reduce death and disability from cardiovascular diseases by 20% by 2020! I'm joining the American Heart Association's Heart Walk to promote physical activity to build healthier lives, free of cardiovascular diseases and stroke. Please support me in helping to reach this lifesaving goal by giving a donation today! Thanks in advance for your support.

And that's kind of the point of this post. I need your help to raise money for this cause. My personal goal is to raise $250 before the Heart Walk on September 25th. If you're willing to give, please click on the link below and donate as little or as much as you want. Every dollar counts!

This is a cause that means something to me. While my Dad had a number of health issues, it was his heart that did him in. Spiritually, Lee Peck had an amazing heart. Physically, his heart was incredibly weak for the last 8 years of his life. After having quadruple bypass surgery in 1998, his heart grew steadily weaker over time. Eventually, his heart just gave out. In 2006 we lost him.

I'm not saying that there was more that could have been done for him. He was always of the opinion that he was here as long as God wanted him here. I am saying, however, that advances can still be made in this field of medicine. And if this is something small that I can do to help in that study, then I want to do it. If something can be done to help someone else's father or mother or child live a little bit longer, I want to help out.

Thank you for reading, and thank you for your support!

Wednesday, August 03, 2011

30 Day Blog Challenge: Ninth Day

A Photo of the Last Item You Purchased

How fitting is it that this post falls on a Wednesday? Do you know what Wednesday is? It's new comic book day!

You know I've really missed the meaning of Wednesdays during my time in Raleigh. While I was in North Carolina, my local comic shop, B&D, would ship my order to me once a month. For me, for the last 4 years, new comic book day was the last Friday of the month. But now that I'm back in a place where I'm near my comic book store, Wednesday has returned with a vengeance.

I also wanted to show you a picture of my ticket stub. I finally treated myself to a showing of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part 2. I saw it for only five bucks at the theater near my apartment. I haven't seen a movie for that cheap in years. Anyway, I couldn't show that off. My crappy digital camera wouldn't focus on something that small. It would have just ended up looking like a slip of paper sitting on the desk. Very disappointing. Not the movie. Just the ticket stub.

Tuesday, August 02, 2011

30 Day Blog Challenge: Eighth Day

A Song to Match Your Mood

You know, I've thought a lot about this all day. I didn't want to try and do this post this morning before I went to work. I was still trying desperately to wake up. I didn't know what my mood was. I was moodless.

I guess that's not totally true. I was a little resentful of the fact that I didn't get a very good night's sleep and that I had to wake up and drive in to work. But thus is the curse of the grown-up.

The day went along as expected. I got to work. I worked. A little bit unexpected, I was asked to pull a stretch (work from opening to closing) for the second day in a row. This was unplanned. We were not pleased. But it is what it is. And it's not as if I had anything going on tonight. And, bonus, I get to get off early tomorrow. I like that kind of trade off.

So the song I've chosen is Daniel Powter's "Bad Day."


Daniel Powter - by Warner-Music

I didn't necessarily have a bad day today. It was kind of just a day. At the moment, I don't feel happy, I don't feel sad. I'm not angry, I'm not shocked, I'm not excited. I'm just blah. Maybe I'm too tired to feel anything right now. I'm not sure I like feeling numb.