clothes line

In all my 25 years I've never seen anything like this. The drier took all my clothes and somehow braided them together. It was probably 6 or 7 feet long. Even my clothes do awesome things.

new awesome blog

I recently took a personality test. The results were a little surprising to me. For one, I knew I was introverted, but I didn't realize I was extremely introverted. I also found out that, in this particular personality test, my personality type is dubbed ''the artisan.'' One me the most significant qualities of my group is our unique skill with tools. We love tools; We are good with tools.

I considered this. All of my tools can fit into one handbag that I take to my job assembling display things for the garden center at Hone Depot. That doesn't seem like a true "artisan" to me. This concerned me so I got back to my considering. The first thing I realized is I would have more tools were it not for my self-enduced vow of college-related poverty. If I had money I would be exactly like my dad and have a workshop filled to overflowing with tools. I'd spend hundreds on every new project had I hundreds to spend on such glorious things. The second thing I realized is I do have tools. Lots and lots of tools. I've been collecting them for years.

"But you said..."

I know what I said. Think outside the box. Ny tools aren't kept in a toolbox. I keep them in the kitchen. Our kitchen is stuffed with my special kitchen tools.

This is who I am. I'm a dude who uses tools to cook.

So, in acceptance of who I am, I've begun a new blog. It will be a list of all the recipes I have tried and enjoy. I've tried many gross, weird, or "interesting" recipes. I will not include those for obvoius reasons. No point holding on to those gems.

So, for those who like fine food and my writing, tune in and see what's cooking (cheesy ending).

ah girls

I wrote about this topic a few years ago on my old blogging account, but the events of today have caused me to revisit the topic.
One of the most wonderful things that girls do is they smell good. Many of them even smell great. Fantastic even.
As i sort of wandered slowly to the astronomy class in which I am now sitting I fell in step behind a girl. What she looked like is irrelevant to the story. I found myself in the wake of her perfume. It was Gap Dream, one of my favorites and I'm not going to explain why I know perfumes by name.
just before the scent encounter I had been with my group for a class. At risk of sounding like a jerk, they are all idiots. Lazy stupid people.. I was very sad and annoyed by the poor grade I am bound to get because of these dults when I caught the wiff. My attitude went bipolar and I was flung into one of the best moods I've been in in awhile.
Thank you Mystery Girl. Your decision to smell awesome saved my life for a day.
Thank you all girls who make the same decision. The world is better because of you.
My favorite perfume is Abercrombie & Fitch 8.
I really don't care for vanilla musk.

A Big Whoops

Remember how I was going to graduate in December and get a job and finally become an adult? Well, due to some faulty wiring in my brain, probably due to prolonged exposure to cartoons and video games I took the wrong classes this semester and am now 5 upper division credits shy of graduating instead of 8 like I was at the beginning of this semester. As a result of this flub, I am now taking an astronomy class and a class on human development that I really don't need to take. Sure, I've learned a few things, but the main thing I've learned right now is that a 3 credit class is NOT a 3000 level class. It only took 6 years of college to get that one down.

Bitter? yeah, I'm a little bitter. But only at myself.

The up side, I have 6 more months to find a job and become an adult, I get to spend another 6 months in Logan and I really like Logan, and I'll got one more chance to actually DO something for Spring Break. I've always been broke when it's rolled around.

So, everyone, plan for a spring graduation.

read carefully

Remember in January, when Mel got married to that guy? Well, I took some footage of some wedding stuff and made this. It's pretty amature, but at least it's on the internet now, right?

Another Brandy Glass Adventure

Well, it wasn't really an adventure, but I some good times were had.

Do you remember the giant plastic brandy glass we found at DI? If you forgot or don't know or just need a reminder, look at the post before this.
I was dared by a friend to sneak it into a movie theater. What she didn't know at the time is that my roommate works at the movie theater and gets us in for free. When you get into a movie for free you also get popcorn for free. However, in order to get free popcorn (or beverage) you have to bring your own bowls. This is perfect since we now own several popcorn bowls that hold more popcorn than the extra large bowls they sell you. And, in the case of last night, i just happened to have a perfect brandy-glass-sized bowl.

Dare: Accomplished

I wish I had a picture, but we got there late. Taking a picture would have been rude. I could have taken one after but the glass was empty and a picture wouldn't have proved much. Next time.

The Human Bladder

The human bladder, when completely full, is capable of holding 1 liter of fluid.

While me and my best buddy, Fez, were at what is possibly my favorite store invented by humans, DI, we made a fantastic discovery. In the plastic section of the kitchen items were two over-sized brandy glasses. I only know they are brandy glasses because the sticker on the bottom says so. Now, I imagine these glasses were intended to be some sort of party serving dish, or a nifty household decoration or maybe even a fishbowl for one of those colorful Betta fish. We decided to use them for what they looked like they are for: drinking a lot of beverage out of.

The Challenge: See who would take the longest to drink 4 liters of fluid out of their glass. That's just over a gallon for you who are not familiar with the metric system. The beverage choices were made by the drinkers. I chose to fill mine with a cranberry-apple juice and Fez went with the white-grape-peach juice.

It's harder than you think to make this sort of selection. Just a few of the things you need to consider are:

• How much money do I really want to spend on an activity like this? (my answer was $5.65)
• What possible beverage would I be willing to potentially be sick of for the rest of my life?
• What selection do I think I could choke down a gallon of?

So far I think I made the right choice.

The drinking began at 6:23 PM tonight. My first 20 minutes killed about the top 2-3 inches of my juice level. The next 20 minutes took down another half inch. The following 20 minutes took even less. I haven't made any progress for the last almost hour. I'm waiting on my first liter to not be in my body anymore.

I'm kinda determined to have this thing down before I go to bed tonight. I'm not a hundred per cent sure that will happen, but....you know, it might.

optical illusion

I think there should be some sort of restraining order at the gym. Guys who are tall and big with huge muscles should be required to stay away from us tiny short guys with "just ok" muscles. I normally don't look tiny. I'm in ok shape. I definitely could be worse. All things considered, I appear to be a fairly decent looking guy (I think so anyway). But when I'm at the gym straining to lift my 25 pound weights and one of you huge guys sits on the bench next to me with 50 pound weights and do the same thing I'm doing, except you do it effortlessly. my self esteem crashes. My fragile ego can't afford such a blow. So please, Please keep your distance.

more stick pull night

here we see Shaun's cute little girlfriend challenging the awesome Kendra to a stick fight. Ok we made her do it, but she was a good sport. This little girl is a lot of good things but she is not big and she is not strong. At least she didn't scream.

stick pull night

Ok, this is kind of an old video but i need to clear up some space on my phone. What you are seeing is my awesome friend kendra defeating my former roommate joshua is the old-fashioned, yet never old, game of stick pull. I really hope as you play this you can hear his scream. It's a good one.

Since I know there is a chance my mom reads this, I just wanted to prove to her that her little Shauny-boy does come to the library. Now, he IS watching skits from Saturday Night Live, but I'm pretty sure he's about to do some real homework. I mean, he's here all the time. It can't be all fun and games. In fact, a few minutes after this picture was taken he was watching the news. It gives you warm fuzzies, doesn't it? Our little man has taken an interest in the world. They grow up so fast, don't they?

What if...

Talkers

this is the guy and girl sitting by me right now in my astronomy class. they have very little volume control. they think they are being quiet but they are not. at all. they are enjoying a lenghty conversation. last thursday they talked about relationships and dating in general. his theories are poor and i can see why he doesn't have success with the ladies.

they have cought my stare a few times, but can only manage silence for roughly 30 seconds. i feel like he is the main problem, but she supposrts it so i blame her.

if any of you recognize either of these two idiots tell them i think they are idiots. show them this blog. maybe they will learn to be respectful of my time. i doubt it though. they seem to be pretty brainless.

i'm also open to creative ways to get them to shut up.

the tiny throne

we found this at the mall. i guess i never considered that tiny people poop. everyone poops. science has taught up that.

Sunday Drive

Until Wednesday the front tire on my car was flat. It was actually pretty destroyed. Since I'm poor it sat there for a few weeks. My only decent modes of transportation were a scooter and a bike. Since I think biking is a lot more work than fun I mostly rode my scooter. Motor scooter, not my push scooter Disco.

The scooter is slightly illegal right now and not exactly insured. That makes every ride an adventure for me. Sunday was my biggest adventure yet.

It was a beautiful day when I left for church. I have early meetings so I left while my roommates were watching cartoons. I ran out of gas but had some in a gas can from a week earlir when I ran out of gas then. (that happened right after I unintentially sorta made a little kid cry. Whoops) So my saintly brother left his cartoons to bring me the gas can. I was still right on time for my meetings. Please pause for a moment to be impressed. I know you are. That was the pre-adventure for the afternoon show.

When I left the building to go home I walked out to a rain shower. Not a drizzle. Not even a sprinkle. This was easily a shower. I paused briefly to consider my options. I came to the conclusion that the most manly thing to do was adventure home in the rain. I was soked before I made it out of the parking lot. I forgot how water resistant my shoes are. My pants probably could be dry cleaned now, but I couldn't be happier with my decision. An unforseen Sunday adventure? Brilliant!

Looking back now I'm giving credit to divine intervention for me running out of gas before church and not after.

My Brother Owns Ely Football

Every Year the Ely football team has a pentathalon (5 events) to start off the football season and get the blood of competition flowing. The last three years my brother, Matt, has absolutely dominated! He's big and fast and strong. A winning combination for any football-type challenge. Here is the article the local paper wrote about him. The article is poorly written, but the facts presented are outstanding. Check it out!

http://elyecho.com/main.asp?SectionID=12&subsectionID=12&articleID=9155

Adventure Week

This week was awesome. doing cool stuff is cool, but going on adventures is where it's at.
This week I was an active party to two awesome adventures. Both were things I'd never been a part of before. Both were things I would do again. I mean this second I would do it.
The first adventure was geo caching. now that may not sound like too exciting of an adventure, does it? No. It does not. What you need to know is how we mixed it up to make it an adventure. The first step was to go in the middle of the night. Adventures are best in the dark. Once we were to our embarking position on the side of the road (after being questioned by the friendliest police officer I've ever met) we immediately had to forge the river. Remember that it's night. after our party of four nearly made it across dry we began our search for the unknown mystery item. when you don't know what you are on the hunt for, finding it is a real bear of a task. Fez brought with him the gps unit and was able to guide us up the mountain to as near the target area as possible. We made a gallant attempt to find the missing treasure. We scaled treacherous cliffs. *note on cliffs: it's easier to climb ridiculous ciffs with no ropes or anything like that in the dark. You don't see where you'd fall to.* We looked at every place we can see. We never found our treasure. Yet the adventure was in the looking. That's a life lesson for you all to remember. Rowdy is wise in the ways of life. We climbed down the mountain. investigated some old ruins on our way down. Crossed the wet river and went home.
Adventure two was less complicated but possibly more fun. My awesome roommate, Fez, was able to procure two four wheelers from contacts at his work for a night. After a stop for gas and a stop for air we were on our way to the base of Mt. Logan. We were set to go up at 10:30 that night. We zipped up the mountain in the wind and the cold with dust in our face and the full moon lighting the forest. We woke up every camper on the way up (I hope) and nearly wrecked on a few turns. Once we made it to the tip top of the mountain we laid on the mountain and looked at the lights of the city and wished talked about religion, life and probably a lot of fairly mundane things as well. Before we left we both agreed that it would be a good place to bring girls and that we were thankful that we aren't girls since girls usually don't go on adventures of this type. The ride down was as fun as the ride up and we were able to rouse the campers a second time.
People, go on adventures. Trust me. One good adventure can last you for a long time. Grandpa Hancock used to tell us, "Life, to me, has been a grand adventure." I want to be able to say that. I don't to say "Life has been a cushy ride. I didn't take chances answer so I didn't get hurt." or "I don't get people's deal with living."
Make Adventure a Verb.

The Rowdy Chair

My friend, Joshua, works designing offices. He was looking for a cheap chair to use in break rooms and cafeterias, things like that, when he stumbles upon the "Rowdy."

Here are some of the descriptions:

• Rowdy is ideal for corporate settings, education, health care and institutional applications. Rowdy is ready to go to work for you.
• Rowdy's lightweight one-piece shell and frame design include a back handhold, promoting quick and convenient transport.
• Rowdy is stackable up to 40 high on a convenient stacking cart, facilitating fast and easy storage without placing extreme demands on space
• Rowdy's continuous wire rod frame joins with its lightweight shell to create an orderly aesthetic without the need for attachment screws.
• Rowdy's one-piece shell is molded from high-impact polypropylene for long-lasting durability and provides a generous, enduring sit. Ridges on the rear of the shell provide increased strength and resilience even in the most demanding environments.

and my favorite:

• The Rowdy frame is available in black for a handsome and distinguished look appropriate for any environment.

A Ant

Today on my way home from work I was listening to 1776 on audiobook. When I pulled into the driveway I only had 12 minutes of it left so I sat in the air conditining and finished it up. While I was on my last few minutes of the book an ant began crawling down my windshield. It had something in it's mouth, a tiny leaf or bit of grass. As it was decending it tripped and rolled the rest of the way down the windshield.

stupid ant

Sunburns

Did you know there are no real remidies for sunburns and especially for bad sunburns. I don't know if it's my durn English blood, the whole in the ozone or rotten luck, but at least once a summer I get burnt pretty good. I'm not talking about a little sun kiss. I'm saying that the sun full on makes out with me. It's very violating and I'm sure that's a weird visual, but it's a pretty accurate description. I usually bring it on myself though because every summer, like some alzheimers patient, the day will come when I think I'm "tan enough" and spend six hours shirtless on a boat, or the beach or wherever. Then I think, "my skin is feeling a little hot. Maybe it's time to apply a little sunblock." This is when it's too late. The damage is done, all I'm doing at that point is containing the spread.

Back to my original thought. Whenever I get burnt everyone seems to have some fact about treating a sunburn. Don't put anything cold on it, use butter take a hot shower and it will pull the heat from out of your skin. Hogwash! all of it. The only thing that heals a sunburn is time. You have to spend several days putting on shirts that used to be comfortable but are suddenly made of burlap. You can't crinkle your nose or laugh because when burnt skin wrinkles you suffer.

On the upside, once the pain is gone I get a decent tan for a few weeks. Well, decent for a white kid. Then I become a leper and have to deal with my face peeling for a week. However, I usually have enough fun while I'm being burnt to figure it's worth it.

Super Powers

Right now my roommate, Fez, is blogging about The Flash. We had a deep, lenghty and heaty debate about whether the Flash could go faster on a bike than he could on foot. My point of view on the subject is irrelevant to this blog. I bring it up because him talking about this particular super hero caused me to consider the topic of super powers.

I don't know about you, but around here we often find ourselves discussing which super abilities would be the best ones to have. Invisibility, flight, strength or what have you. My personal favorite is super ESP, the ability to not only make things move with your mind but control over matter. I thing that would be the bees knees of super powers.

But, I propose a different question on this tipical line: What would be your unique super power, or rather, what super power would you want that nobody has ever had before? Be careful how you answer because I'm no geek, but I'm fairly familiar with super powers and who's had them

I think a fun one would be the ability to create water balloons in my hands. I always find myself in places with people who are just begging to be clobered with a balloon full of water in the face. For instance: A week or two ago we were in Wal-Mart purchasing water balloons (coincidence), and some guy started riding some goofy-looking homemade bicycle around the store. If ever there was a need for a filled water balloon it was then. How perfect would his story be when he's trying to tell his friends how cool he is when he has to finish his story with, "and then some kid jumped out and nailed me in the face with a water balloon!"

I think another uniqu ability would me...well, do you remember the movie 'Groundhog's Day'with Bill Murray? If I could repeat each day over and over again as many times as I want but have control over when I move to the next day, I would do that. I could live a lifetime inside of every day. I would only age as I moved to the next day. I could try things as many times I wanted until I had it down perfect. I could master the guitar. I could do sweet jumps off the cliffs at porcupine. Learn every language. Read books (I might not do that, actuall), but the possibilities are nearly endless. Death wouldn't matter, I'd just come back to life when the next day starts. And when I was ready to start my next day I would live one more day, go to the gym, eat really healthy be nice to everyone and make my preperations for the next day. I may do a seperate blog on all the possibilities of this particular super power sometime in the future.

It would have draw backs, of course, but I really think the benifits would outweigh them.

Swim Suits

We decided to go cliff jumping wearing a different sort of suit. If we were more creative and had more cameras we could have made an awesome music video out of this idea. But we aren't and we we don't, so we didn't.

Kimmy's Toes

I met a new girl tonight with a unique toe-related talent.

my new scooter

when i was a kid my piano teacher had a scooter I would ride around during my sisters' lessons. ever since then I've wanted one of my very own. Since new ones are hard to find I've been forced to look for one second hand. No easy task. Either they are a hot item and don't stay on the thrift shelves very long or they are things people don't seem to be able to part with very easily. Either way it has taken me years to find this little treasure. Shocks and brakes.

My dream is to start a club for scooter jousting. you bring your own scooter, pads and lance. It's the perfect sport for college hooligans and, I feel. the videos would get some positive attention on youtube.

I took it to the student bike shop where I work today and had them help me with the brakes. the front ones now work perfectly (for a plastic wheel) and the back ones are broke. They have a special brake cable that splits into two cables that I need and they didn't have. But at least my front brakes can stop me.

I plan to murder it out (paint it all flat black for those of you who aren't hip on the lingo) and find some 12 inch wheels that aren't made of plastic. I'm also considering pegs but that won't be for ahwile. I'm open to other ideas as well.

tester

This is the picture I sent from my mobile phone. I love technology. A little about the picture: this is the stash I had for Cinco de Meyo (Mayo?). I loved it. Some kid at home depot told me it was "B A."

I are Illiterate

Back when I was the only one who ever saw my blog, before all of my millions of fans started viewing, I had my blogspot as rowydsrants.com...whoops! But, no fear all is fixed. You know it's fixed because you are reading it right here.

By the end of the day I'm hoping to have gone cliff jumping in my three piece suit, but maybe without the jacket.

Lightning Crash

i'm in chicago tonight. when I landed we found ourselves in the midst of a miserable rain. steady drizzle. it wasn't cold, but it felt cold because of the wet. Just blah. However, after about an hour of exploring neighborhoods and subdivisions the sky grew dark and ominous. in rainy weather that means fun. Lightening crashed thunder rolled. Isn't that the best?

I can't prove this, but I'm sure everyone loves lighting. Girls especially love them. I wouldn't mind haviing a girl here to enjoy the weather instead of my middle-aged partner.

You can always expect an awesome conversation out of a lighting storm.