25 04 2009

I really just wanted to mention this as it’s written on my alma mater’s website.  Note the completely pointless quotation marks around words like “help out” in the descriptive paragraph.


Seriously, though. Come.  It’s funny, and you know I don’t use that term lightly…

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Biola’s Theatre 21’s Spring 2009 Play “Charley’s Aunt”

Dates: Thursday, April 23 at 8:00 PM
Friday, April 24 at 8:00 PM
Saturday, April 25 at 8:00 PM
Sunday, April 26 at 4:00 PM
Thursday, April 30 at 8:00 PM
Friday, May 1 at 8:00 PM
Saturday, May 2 at 8:00 PM
Thursday, May 7 at 8:00 PM
Friday, May 8 at 8:00 PM
Saturday, May 9 at 8:00 PM
Admission: Faculty, staff, students and alumni $8
All others $10
Order tickets at

Event Description

Written in 1892, the show by Brandon Thomas has been revived many times and was a hit movie in the 1940’s with Jack Benny in the lead role. Two Oxford University students want to “woo” two women, but must have a chaperone. They have an older “aunt” who lives in Brazil, so they get a third friend to dress up as the aunt to “help out.” When the real aunt from Brazil shows up, the comedy comes fast and furious. It’s a classic show that audiences will thoroughly enjoy.

Leaders, hose ’em

16 04 2009

Go check out Bob Timmerman’s One through Forty-Two or Forty Three right now.  He’s writing book reviews of all the presidential biographies he can get his hands on, and it’s quite good.

What, you were expecting actual content?

Senseless Violins

15 04 2009

Between Nick Adenhart and fatal altercations in the parking lots of Anaheim and Los Angeles, baseball is making it hard to love it this year.

That is, until I watched the Dodgers’ opening day festivities Monday afternoon, and got to see the ineffable Vin Scully briefly address the crowd.  I can’t say anything about him that hasn’t been said better and more often, but I will never forget falling asleep to his dulcet tones on my brother’s radio, often prying open my eyes just long enough to hear him tell me to stay tuned for the post-game show.

Baseball is a part of my life in a weird, almost vicarious way.  I’ve played (and am playing) my share, although I will never truly tire of it.  There’s just too much there for me to stop caring about it.  Whether it’s memories with my parents, friends, siblings, mentors or friendly rivals, I will always hold this game in a part of myself that no one but Vinny himself could sever from my soul.

Story Time

7 04 2009

My dream is to be paid for writing about what I remember.

Until then, I’ll continue to inundate no one in particular with random stories from my life.  The first one will be about my high school prom, and I will break it up into a few parts so as to make it more digestable for the reader and less intimidating for the author.

Part one shall commence tomorrow, probably.  Here’s some random excerpts to whet your appetite:

“And I realized that I was jealous of the homecoming king not because of his crown, but because of his great pitching arm.  He struck me out once when he was on the Indians five years ago.”

“And Cesar, the foreign exchange student from Brazil, began to do his best to get a ride home in my car.  Without his date.”

“It wasn’t the bumping and grinding that bothered me so much as the fact that I had celebrated a harvest festival in this same building with my friend’s church group a little while back.  I just can’t thrust my hips when all that candy comes to mind…”

Stay Tuned.

Strongly Worded Letters

6 04 2009

There once was a neighborhood watch

That looked out for neighborhood socks

If feet became bare

Then the watch would scare

Up a pair from the neighborhood stocks


New Roll fo da Blogroll

2 04 2009

Stuff Christians Like

An admittedly blatant spoof of another web site, it actually does a good job.

For those who have been longing for a point system to figure out exactly how metrosexual their worship leader is, here is your Xanadu.

And also, WOW

1 04 2009

These are incredible, and not hipsterish:


1 04 2009

For April Fool’s Day, I will tell you a good joke.

I was at home making dinner for Thatcher and Clint the other day (they are bad at doing things) when I got a call from Randall.  He told me that I should come down and audition for a play he was doing because the last guy who was doing another role in the play maybe has to get his foot cut off.  SO, the guy playing another role was going to take his spot, and that second guy (Ryan) had left his role vacant.  SO, I decided to take Randall’s advice and head down there to read for the director, since I am universally known as The Best at everything.  I went down there, and I thought about how ironic it was that I was going to perhaps be in a play, since I have always considered myself a terrible actor.  Then, I realized that that probably wasn’t really ironic, just strange or conicidental, and I decided that I was going to lord it over everyone like Tobias or something.  However, I have now resolved to ACT THE CRAP outta the thing, which has resulted in mostly terrible things.  Mission accomplished.

So, really, I just wanted to whine a bit about how unqualified I am to be doing this.  I hope that I lower everyone’s expectations enough to prevent them from eating before the show.  Vomit can really drag us actors down.