I love technology!

And honestly, who doesn't? Technology has given us the ability to get our messages instantly, instead of waiting days, weeks, or even months for the Pony Express to arrive. In 15 years, we have gone from an era of heavy, expensive, and boring phones with no address book, no email, no texting, and no screen like this one:

I'm tired of it.

A boy and his father are in a car wreck and are badly injured. Two ambulances arrive and take them to two different hospitals. The boy is wheeled into the operating room, the surgeon walks in, looks at the boy and says "I cannot operate on this boy, for he is my son." How is that possible?

The surgeon is the boy's mother.

Old riddle, I know... but there is a point (aside from sexism in this country). The mother cannot operate because there is a conflict of interest, and it is built into their Code of Ethics. There is no hospital that would let her, even if she wanted to. So why are we letting our politicians introduce, or even vote on bills that involve an industry who gives them campaign funds? I'm speaking of course, about Rep. Lamar Smith. The man that introduced a bill called the Stop Online Piracy Act (SOPA), and had it shot down by the millions of internet users. Now, I'm not going to beat a dead horse and explain why this bill was wrong, since I've already done that and the bill was squashed anyway. My question is, why are we letting Rep. Smith introduce a bill that involves the industry that gives him the most campaign contributions?

Gifts of Valentine

Today is Valentine’s Day. It’s the day where you must buy something for your significant other, or else you are a worthless human being. You could give your partner a gift on every day in February, but if you neglect giving a gift on the 14th, you are sleeping on the couch, my friend.

Flowers, chocolate, candy hearts, teddy bears, etc. It will all be over priced for today, then marked down 75% tomorrow. The smart couple would do Valentine’s Day on the 15th, while the really smart couple would agree to show their love for each other every day, and not let retail stores dictate how or when to express it. I mean really. Can you put a price on love? If so, my girlfriend and I bought a house for each other. A house! Take that, Russel Stover! It is certainly more expensive, will last longer, and produce more great memories than chocolates, flowers, and teddy bears combined.

It’s not that I’m against Valentine’s Day, I’m just against the fact that it’s a holiday run by florists and chocolatiers. I love my girlfriend, and I love her will all my heart. I tell her so at least once every day. I do not need flowers nor chocolates to express how I feel.

But I will still buy some. Because I want to. Because I love her. And because I don’t want to sleep on the couch.

OK, rant over. Now will someone please explain to me what the hell the card below has to do with Velveeta?!? It’s just…. disturbing.

One Simple Fact

"When you grow up you tend to get told the world is the way it is and you're life is just to live your life inside the world. Try not to bash into the walls too much. Try to have a nice family, have fun, save a little money. That's a very limited life. Life can be much broader once you discover one simple fact: Everything around you that you call life was made up by people that were no smarter than you and you can change it, you can influence it, you can build your own things that other people can use. Once you learn that, you'll never be the same again." - Steve Jobs

My generation's Pearl Harbor.

A decade has passed since September 11, 2001.

I was 21, unemployed, and living with my mother and step father in Tallahassee, Florida. I have never been to New York City, nor did I have any clue what the World Trade Center was, and before that day... I didn't care.

I slept late that Tuesday morning. Probably because I was 21, unemployed, and living with my mother. I'm sure a hangover played a part as well.

My mother had left no less than 4 messages on her answering machine for me talking about things that, at that time, made no sense to me whatsoever. I remember one of the messages clearly, her voice starting to sound very worried as she left the message that "...they have evacuated the Sears Tower" (my step father's daughter and her family live in Chicago). That caught my attention. So at that point, I did what every other person in the country had already done, and turned on the television.