I don't know art, but I know what I like

Mandy forwarded me this link from MSNBC. Regardless of what pro-choice groups advocate or any of the myriad reasons that now exist or will exist in the future, one simple fact remains: A sculpture of Brittany Spears giving birth while straddling a roaring lion is the surest sign that the end times are upon us. The end is neigh, my friends. This is proof from the Bible itself:

“Then the angel said to me: 'Why are you astonished? I will explain to you the mystery of the woman and of the beast she rides'” Rev 17:7

“It’s in Revelations, people! We don’t have a prayer!” –Reverend Lovejoy “The Simpsons”

Best wishes....and a lifetime of love

Saturday was a very exciting day for me! A day that had been a dream of mine for a long time... Esquire, a very good friend of mine got married to the woman of his dreams.

I met Esquire at CompUSA, at the end of 1996/beginning of 1997 (the exact time is a little foggy as I was partying too hard back then). There is no forgetting the smile, the dimples, or the niave person that he was back then (ok, I was pretty niave too). We had many adventures, a couple of fights, and a lot of hugs.

Through the years, I have seen him go through many changes, and along the way, he has dated a few women. I knew he was serious about Amy almost immediately, as she was not anything like anyone he ever dated before.

Amy and I have begun to get to know each other and I look forward to becoming a great friend to and for her. It would be great to have the same type of strong bond that Esquire and I have, with her.

The wedding was absolutely wonderful, bridal party were glowing, and the reception was fun. I am very happy for both of them and wish them a long life together filled with love.

Game Collection, or: OMGWTFBBQ??!??

I enjoy gaming, always have, and as long as my peepers and hands hold out, always will. I enjoy them on an aesthetic level as much as their being a self-reflexive window into our increasingly post-modern society. If film is a mirror of humanity, then video games are a kind of shiny, reflective, odd smelling silly-putty of humanity.

So, I suppose, it comes as no surprise that people can obsess about video games. If people can be addicted to drugs, chocolate, and smooches, it's not such a stretch to imagine them being addicted to the escapist/voyeuristic aspects of interactive gaming. Faint, blurry lines separate "enthusiast" from "that smelly game-guy in the basement."

To make my point, here is a link I lifted from the exhaustive game blog Bluesnews. Click the link below and take a look at the images. What's your vote: Enthusiasm or Insanity?

Game Collection on Kotaku

It's all gotten clearer.....

As my last post stated, I went in to get LASIK surgery last week Friday. It was a very strange experience, and I was a bit nervous, but the surgery was a success. As I sat in the very comfortable chair waiting for Matt to be brought over, I took a deep breath. I had to keep telling myself to blink because I was keeping my eyes open, trying to take everything in.

The days that have followed, I have found myself blinking more (with hopes of feeling my contacts) and announcing that I am going to take my contacts out (before bed). Matt has looked at me strangely, but has been a support all the while.

Matt had an idea to do a before and after picture of how my vision has changed. It took a little while to blur the before picture, mostly because I was in denial of how bad my sight was before the surgery, but we finally finished. Here is what we came up with:

Before:


After:


I am very blessed to have the opportunity to take advantage of this great surgical invention. I would recommend LASIK to anyone!

One day left....

For all of you who do not know, tomorrow at 2:30pm I will prepped to undergo the infamous Lasik surgery. This has been a long time coming as I have been wanting something to rid me of my glasses and contacts for many years.

I want it to hurry up and get here, and yet I don't. I want to be able to control the entire situation, so that I know that there will not be any complications, but I know that I can't. Which brings me to the emotion that I am feeling now...anxiety.

Luckily, I have a card up my sleeve - Mr. Matt Fox!!! He is always the rock that helps support me in times of trouble and struggles. I am able to rest a little more easily knowing that he will be standing there when I get out of surgery....to tell me how cool it looked when the doctor cut my eyes open!

Matt will be driving me to and from my appointment, and has offered his and Chad's services of entertaining a semi-swollen eyed Mandy.

To take a quote from Lydia Deetzs: Yes, I love that man of mine!