hey kitty
Remember the kitties I posted about a couple months ago? Well if not, there were three of them: Max, Nig, and Stripes. Max is dead now, and everyone has Kent Cochran to thank for that. In happier news, however, Nig and Stripes now like to come in to the house. Here you see Nig entering and looking for food. They rarely find food in the house, but we let them look nonetheless. I must say it’s quite unlike me to welcome any feline into my house, but I think I just feel for these kitties having lost a close friend, so I show them a bit of hospitality.
On a completely unrelated note, I need to apologize for my inconsistancy in font sizes. I like this size, but I often forget to change it to this… give me time… it’ll come.
Finally, I think it’s proper in the world of blog ethics to leave a comment if someone dedicates a post to you. Just a thought.
when "thank you" isn’t enough
This post is a photographic tribute to the girl whose homepage is derrickoliver.blogspot.com, albeit for lack of knowledge on how to make it anything else. If anybody deserves to have their picture on this blog, it’s the people who see it every time they open up their web browser. This is the girl that you’ve heard all the boys talking about on campus; who rides her bike like a gypsy, who paints her finger nails black, and who is arguably weirder that Jon Tettleton. Her name: Lauren Rouse. We here at the “online diary for the masses” thought it absolutely appropriate to give Rouse the credit she’s due by laboring over the above displayed work of photographic genius. Lauren, please know that you are highly esteemed by us here at ODM.
Note: in case you were wondering, the picture of the extention cord was taken at George Bush Library, where Lauren brought her own extention cord, and ran it all the way to the picnic table so she could use her laptop - which plays farting sounds everytime she turns it on.
rock on!
This past Friday Mikey and I were blessed with the wonderful privileged of taking 2/3rd’s of the 6 Chicks climbing in Austin. That’s 4 chicks for those of you who are mathematically deficient. Despite arriving at Reimer’s Ranch around 2:30pm, we managed to get to our desired wall, set up shop and climb for a few hours. Major happenings of those few hours include, but are not limited to, the following:
- Claire coming to the realization that an eyeball is not merely the colored part of one’s eye, rather it’s the entire eye, white part included.
- D.O. farted.
- Hayley and Jess got real sweaty during their time on the routes.
- Mikey cleaned his first ever route.
- Sarah fell asleep on a boulder mattress.
- Baby Cooper cried, slept, and woke up.
In conclusion, it turned out to be a very successful day which was topped off by a visit to Hula Hut, which, though it could have been disastrous, was salvaged by the fact that we merely ate appetizers and left.
Click…
Just to make sure there is no confusion from the get go, the title of this post is not a link, rather it’s the man’s name pictured here with the white beard. (The guy with the red beard is named D.O.). I know many of you have heard about Click at one time or another, and I figured it was high time that he got a post on the ever-growing-in-popularity blog.
Click may very well be the most fascinating person I’ve ever met. He’s certainly intriguing, if nothing else, however I believe fascination and being intrigued often go hand in hand. Click lives around the corner from me in the back yard of a house he owns. He built a hut mostly out of scrap wood he found around town over the years, and he lives in it. It’s a real nice, quaint place, but I’ll spare the details, but suffice it to say that he has running water and a toilet, and no air conditioning. He’s been/ lived in 36 different countries, speaks various amounts of probably 6 languages, and he’s chosen a life of poverty for himself. He hates injustice of EVERY kind… most of which you, I promise, have never thought of in your life. He’s survived skin cancer, and still has spots of it in a couple places on his body. He’s 58 years-old and in better shape that I am. He loves cooking and he’s the most frugal person I’ve ever met in my life.
Click knows a lot about Jesus, who he calls the Blonde Hippie (no idea why), but he sure doesn’t know Jesus personally… yet. The Lord has taught me SO much about what it means to love somebody through this man. Click has no idea how much growth he’s brought in my life, and I’d like to think that I don’t know of the impact I (and all my roommates) have made in his, but who knows man? It’s hard to tell, for sure.
Now you all know Click on a very surfacy level, and he hates surfacy conversations, so I’m sure he’d hate this post. Here’s to Click!
a real ninja bear
The bear you see before you was used in a classroom prank earlier this week at Texas A&M University. I’m forced to spare you any and all details at this point in time, but suffice it to say that the ever-popular stories of pirates hating ninjas, no matter how unfunny I used to think them, rang true in Civil Engineering 110. You see, I was fortunate enough to be in the right place at the right time with a video camera at the moment when said prank was pulled. I’m in the process of finding a website on which I can host this 11.6MB video… if anyone has suggestions, send them my way. In the mean time, keep your eyes peeled for both a link to the video on this blog, and for pirates on campus.
holy hip hop
This past Friday night the first ever Fellowship of the Unashamed (FOTU) hip hop show was rocking the Lincoln Center here in College Station. We had around 800 people show up to watch some “souled out” believers spit rhymes into one of five microphones. Rappers present included: LeCrae, Json, Thi’sl, Tedashi, Trip-Lee (pictured), Future, Troops in Combat, and others. This show was seriously so krunk. Most important however, is the fact that the gospel was preached multiple times to lots of kids from Southgate, the pj’s right across the street from my house. About a dozen kids said they accepted Christ as a result of this show. Praise God! For those of you who doubted that there was any hip-hop in my blood… who do you think you are? Y’all must not know.
let the circle be unbroken
Some of you may recall a post of yore which depicted the Extreme’s new Circle of Conversation, and offered the title, “you could be here.” The first group of people who accepted this generous invitation were half of the 6 Chicks and a close friend to the Chicks. Topics discussed included but were not limited to cookies, opossums, puppies, and other topics which one would file under the “greater questions of life” folder. Participants in the afore mentioned conversation were (from left to right) D.O., Stephanie Logan, Claire Elise Borne, Mikey Mills, Jessica Lynn Schmale, and Brooke Ashlee Teague Brandon. I know, an elite group indeed.
At some point in the conversation, things must have become extremely boring for one Claire Borne, which she had no shame in showing all of us by simply falling asleep. It looked a lot like this:
don’t give up the fight
Thank you Justus for this powerful display of protest which you set up outside the MSC here at Texas A&M. The man has been trying to rid the campus of bikers for years, and it’s good to see that someone else is willing to stand up for their rights. Give us liberty of give us death!
The People versus D.O.
In recent weeks, the people of Bryan/College Station and the greater area which the world wide web services, have risen up in an imaginary protest against D.O., “online diary for the masses” webmaster, outraged by his inability to keep said website updated. The main arguments from each party are as follows.
- We know for a fact that D.O. has an interesting life, why else would we even have come to this site in the first place? It isn’t that hard for him to just keep us updated with one of his undoubtedly endless humorous events from his daily life?
- We all set the “online diary for the masses” as our homepage. We believe we deserve a homepage that changes from time to time.
- Though we are small in number (five, tops), we believe our rights are more important than the rights of webmaster D.O.
- I know the people enjoy seeing a picture at the top of any given blog post, and due to a lack of photographic inspiration recently, I’ve had nothing worth while to offer.
- I determine my site’s popularity by the number of comments left, therefore, if a post about, oh… say a beautiful sunset receives zero comments, I’m less apt to post (arguably waste) any more brilliance .
- I don’t see anybody else posting any lyrical beauty on their sites (save Matt Graham and Joshua Langston, who do not count themselves part of “the people”).
More on this dispute to come in the near(?) future. Please stay tuned to the online diary for the masses for all your updates and downcasts.