Still potentially awesome

I’m not sure whether signing up for the May challenge on 750words.com has backfired or not. I’m still in the running for my position on the Wall of Awesomeness, although because of the contract, I’m doing it solely for the fact that I’ll be considered awesome. Not a bad reward in itself, but I could have at least offered myself an official pat on the back or something. Then again, had I chosen a reward like that, my punishment for ending up on the Wall of Shame could have been an official noogie, so maybe it’s best that I settled for nothing.

But the problem is that I almost always look forward to write my daily entry whether it’s going to be gibberish or not. It’s usually about 15 minutes out of the day (or in my case, the wee hours of the morning) and I just cruise through, letting my fingers roam free and write “Lessee… yeah, can’t think of anything to write at the moment.” Not awe-inspiring, really, but I still look forward to it.

Unfortunately, that’s led to a lack of blog entries. I get that much writing out of my system and then feel thoroughly uninspired to write anything else. Sure, I’ve had ideas floating through my head (like “Hey, if you don’t shave soon, you’ll start to resemble Bigfoot! With stinkier breath!”), but nothing to show for it on here and that’s disappointing.

I wish I had a solution, but I don’t. I should write in here more often for everyone’s sake—yours as well as mine—but if May’s challenge to end up on the Wall of Awesomeness is going to suck all the creative energy out of my brain… maybe I’ll think about this some more when I’m writing tomorrow’s entry.

The 750 Words One Month Challenge

I’ve been making a push to use 750words.com the last few weeks to get myself in the habit of writing. Will it make me more prolific on the blog? Possibly. Am I going to start cutting and pasting from that website onto here? Hell, no!

Well, unless you want to read two or three paragraphs every day of “Lessee, what to write… I can’t think of anything at the moment, but since I have to write 750 words, I have to think of something…” Sometimes I can come up with something worthwhile, sometimes it’s a lot of rambling bullshit. Either way, I’ve been getting better about writing every day.

I’ve got a nine-day streak going at the moment—before now, I maxed out at three. Pretty impressive display of willpower back then, right? But to show my commitment this time, I’ve signed up for May’s One Month Challenge. I’ve pledged that I’ll write 750 words every day for the entire month. If I succeed, my name goes up on the Wall of Awesomeness. If I miss a day or more, it gets posted on the Wall of Shame. Which sounds better to you, awesomeness or shame? Time to summon a little extra willpower!

Incidentally, the website gives participants the option to pledge themselves some self-created rewards or consequences depending on the result of the challenge. Sure, some people will go on a shopping trip if they succeed and cry if they fail, but some are more creative. Consider:

If I succeed, I will… treat myself to double cheese burger
If I miss a day or more, I will… go into a one-month abstinence of double cheese burger

Now that is a commitment. I couldn’t think of anything to put in my personal contract, but suffice it to say that I’ll revel in my awesomeness or wallow in my shame depending on the results. Wish me luck!

They can’t all be the greatest!

You can see it almost everywhere on the internet. Well, maybe not porn sites, so almost 30% of the internet. People claiming that their kids are perfect, they have the greatest spouse in the world, no one could ever have better parents, etc. So basically, it’s either a tie between tens of thousands of kids/spouses/parents or a bunch of people out there are completely delusional. Either way, whenever I read stuff like that, it makes me want to pull a Highlander:

Yell out “THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE!!!” and then start cutting people’s heads off.

Pro-contraception vs. anti-baby-killer

I read a frustrated status message on Facebook today from someone who was apologizing to his Catholic family members because he thinks their religion sucks. His reasoning focused on things like their stance against homosexuals, gay marriage, birth control, insurance (birth control bad, Viagra good), etc. In my mind, he had a lot of valid points.

(Incidentally, I’ve been typing fast and my fingers keep writing “birthday” instead of “birth”… the concept of “birthday control” is one that parents might want to consider when it comes to grandiose parties for their kids, but that’s beside the point.)

Then I read one of the responses to that status: “I am glad you are sorry for losing your faith. I am so proud of the Catholic Church’s stand on health care insurance coverage. Birth control is a contraception that can cause the killing of a baby. Many protestant churches are following. Amen.” Continue reading “Pro-contraception vs. anti-baby-killer”

Let William Shatner Eat Cake!

I’m not sure how many details I can provide at the moment—I just made a Facebook page about this and I’m feeling kinda burned out. The short version: William Shatner is coming to the Twin Cities to perform a show at the Orpheum Theater on March 15th (“Shatner’s World: We Just Live In It”). Marie Porter is a huge fan and also an excellent cake designer. Click on her name under “My special love-monkeys” and you’ll see what I’m talking about. Since he’s coming to the Cities, she wants to make a cake for him (she hasn’t decided on a design yet, but it probably won’t be a Klingon Warbird—wouldn’t want to freak out Captain Kirk when the cake arrives).

Making a Facebook page worked to get Betty White to host Saturday Night Live, so I decided to do the same thing and see if that helps the cause. Thus, the Let William Shatner Eat Cake page. If it works, I’ll write about it and post some pictures on here. If it doesn’t… wouldn’t be the first time I’ve wasted a couple hours on Facebook with nothing to show for it.

Oooooh, a new iPhone 4S…

I was planning on writing an entry about yesterday’s goings-on, but I got distracted. And by distracted, I mean “I spent hours playing with my new smartphone.” And by playing with, I mean “installed lots of worthless apps that I’ll probably never use.” (Now that I think about it, maybe I shouldn’t have deleted the cookbook…)

The whole process started two weeks ago on “Shop Local Saturday”. I remember that because we went to a small Sprint store in a nearby strip mall as opposed to a larger Sprint store that has a bigger selection of phones. We ended up having an extended discussion about purchasing options with the person working there that day (things were going to be sticky, given that I wasn’t due for a phone upgrade until September 2012 and I was piggy-backing off my parents’ cell phone plan) and I finally told her to put my name on the list. It’s a lot like the Nintendo Wii when it first hit the shelves: the company could have filled the stores to capacity with no problem, but they want to maintain a high demand, so Apple limits the supply.

Fast forward to today: it’s two weeks later and I still haven’t heard anything from the store. After such a long time, I’m wondering just how long the list is, so I corralled Mom and we went in. I told her the visit might take less than five minutes—they could have said “Your phone will be here on Thursday of next week” or maybe stopping by would bump my name up higher on the list and I could get the phone faster. As it turned out, yes, I got it faster.

They had some iPhones in stock and never called. Whether that’s because my name didn’t actually get on the list or the list is imaginary or they simply don’t bother calling, I dunno. Whatever the reason was, Mom and I ended up spending a much larger amount of time than five minutes at the store and I walked out the door with a brand new iPhone 4S. Yay for me!

We got home sometime after 2:00—I don’t remember exactly when—and that’s when I started exploring. I learned all sorts of nifty things, one of which is how to transfer mp3 files from my laptop onto my phone. That took a while. That was the biggest reason I wanted to get a phone with 16GB of storage instead of just 8GB. I was somewhat selective on my choices of which bands/artists, which albums, etc., so I ended up transferring only 7.53GB of music. 4.7 days worth of tunes. Lotsa music.

And so that’s been the largest chunk of the day. Incidentally, I sent out my first text message ever with my new phone to someone whose cell phone had died. I started the message with “I know you won’t get this for a few days, but…” About five minutes later, the recipient called me from her house phone. She had no idea I wrote. We’d been playing telephone tag for the last few days and she gave me a call just a few minutes after I sent her a text message she couldn’t read. I thought it was pretty interesting timing, too.

Up to this point, I’ve been searching for free apps. I may pay for some eventually, but at this point, I can handle seeing little ads at the top of the screen when I’m using it as a flashlight or scanning bar codes. I may reach a point where $0.99 will keep me from going completely bonkers because an ad is so annoying, but given the cost of the phone, the calling plan, etc., I’ll keep all the pennies I can. Now that I think about it, if I’d kept the cookbook on here, I might have been inspired to go grocery shopping… shopping costs lots of pennies… removing that free app saved me lots of money. Not so worthless after all.