of photo booths and busty women

ok kids, working security at six flags may be boring and hard on your feet, but you learn all kinds of neat stuff, like those little photo booths can actually fit 4 people quite comfortably. so here's a flashback of when i was 18. no, i don't know if those are real.

california girl

the girl in the bay has been in my thoughts of late. the other night i had a dream that i was chasing her and she suddenly turned around and kissed me. it was incredible. then i woke up. doh! i'm not really sure why i can't forget about her. i remember my senior year of high school (i think), she was in this musical and i was in the orchestra for it. she was in makeup getting ready and she drew a heart on my cheek with lipstick. twyla just looked at me and shook her head. but i was ridiculously happy. not sure what she meant by that. maybe i'll ask her sometime. well, needless to say, nothing happened there, probably because i had no balls and plus it was faith academy, you didn't just go ask girls out. it was a very serious thing. so that was like 6 years ago. why do i still feel the same about her? she's dating someone now, of course. next time i'm in the area, i'm sure i'll be hapless enough to stop by.

freakin girls man...

so there's this absolutely smokin hot chick that works at home depot. my boss is trying to help me out. well, of course she has a boyfriend. so my coworkers and my boss tell me that just means it's time to up the ante and be aggressive. ya, well, if you steal a girl by being an aggressive guy, you'll be stuck with a girl who can be stolen by an aggressive guy. put that in your pipe and smoke it.

depressing thought for the day

in the final analysis, all your hopes, dreams, and thoughts are nothing more than the means of processing sensory input that was selected by nature to most likely result in reproduction. any further purpose is a construct of your imagination, perhaps useful to survival, perhaps not. so go out there, achieve! strive for excellence! and if you're feeling down, cheer up! your troubles are nothing compared to the inky black pit of despair that will engulf humanity during the final stages of the inevitable heat death of the universe. the star in our last habitable planetary system will eventually burn out, and our last remnants will turn on each other like savages in the desperate fight for food and heat. the last living human will look through frost covered windows at the wreckage of our civilization, eat his last candy bar, and wait for the bitter end.

hunting

and now a free mini-sermon.
so, i had another talk about the moral evil of hunting with a couple of my christian friends. my point is basically that, IF you are aspiring to be morally perfect in the christian sense, you shouldn't enjoy killing things. this is not to say there's anything wrong with killing in order to eat, only that you shouldn't enjoy it, or do it for sport. you should enjoy watching animals being alive, and it should make you sad to see them die. why you might ask? because death is the mark of the fall from grace, from perfection, into evil. when you see something die, you are seing something that was never meant to be. so what exactly is the pleasure derived from hunting? is it not the carnal exhilaration of domination, a pleasure of the flesh? compare a hunter to a nature photographer. they both enjoy sneaking up on beautiful animals, getting as close as they can, even looking at them through a scope. the only difference is that the photographer is happy to merely watch, while the hunter is not satisfied until he has killed whatever creature he's looking at. so, which person is more like jesus? i think the answer is pretty obvious, but a lot of my friends still try to rationalize it.