Is free dessert really a good thing?
Because of some kitchen snafu at Logan's, all our food arrived a full 30 minutes after we ordered it last night after band practice. Because of the delay and Kyle's ice cold steak, Logan's awarded us all free desserts. Not the small Chik-fil-a-down-it-in-2-bites desserts, but huge forgive-me-father-for-I-have-sinned desserts. And, like a bunch of goobs, we just dove in and started eating. Gluttony at its finest. Jeff Gilliam would be proud.
However, I must have no willpower. I'm eating better at home. I've reduced my calorie intake and my caffeine intake. But - BAM! - one night at Logan's and you could almost 'feel' the fat cells dividing and multiplying. Ewww... I guess I'm going to be fasting today to make up for it.
Band practice was pretty good. Jeremy and Derek both are playing this week, and it's a bit of an adjustment getting used to their styles. Their styles are very good...but when you play so long a certain way, it kinda 'woke me up' last night trying to make sure we were all playing together and sounding good.
In other news, I anxiously await the arrival of "The Simpsons: Season Four", which I ordered from bestbuy.com on Monday. Knowing that the first episode on the DVD is "Kamp Krusty" has me all giddy inside. As more seasons get released, we start getting into the 'golden' seasons of The Simpsons. My gut just hurts thinking about how much I'm going to laugh. Ow.
On an un-related note, we got to talking the other day about names of Greek Gods if we could make them up ourselves. Oh, of course the juvenile obvious one came out: The God of Sex - Testicles (test-i-cleese). I know...juvenile and a bit risque. But, I suddenly remembered a certain Mountaintop college/young career trip to Six Flags where the same conversation was taking place. I think it was Mark, John, me, and maybe Chad... But Mark...oh, Mark, you're going to burn...sheepishly comes up with the God of Slavery: "Mastaplese." All I remember was feeling incredible laughter and shame at the same moment. I'm laughing so hard I can't breathe - while at the same time, I keep trying to straighten up and say, "That's not funny."
Of course it's not funny. Slavery is one of the great evils of our history - or anyone else's history where slavery was/is a condoned thing.
What I want to know is - then - why does it make me laugh so hard? Honestly, it made us laugh because it was INDEED funny. No, we weren't making fun of the plight of those who were subject to slavery by any means. It was more like the laughter that happens when you're a kid and you learn a funny word for the first time. Like...Kumquat. Or...boobies. (oops...sorry, again). Mastaplese...it was creative and funny sounding at the same time, and it was uttered out of the mouth of one of the godliest people I know. The shock of that in and of itself was laugh-worthy.
Oh, Mark...look what you've done. Oh...look what I've done by repeating it. We're like that former youth minister who knocked the 4 year old kid down at a Rangers baseball game this week to catch a foul ball. When the mom confronted him about it, he just said "tough." Even the TV announcers were saying things like "There's the biggest jerk in the stadium." The kid was practically a hero by the end of the game, and the guy who knocked him down might as well have been Adolf Hitler, he was hated so much. However, people who know the man claim that he is indeed a good man who had a "bad" moment. Too bad a huge crowd was watching.
Okay, I'll just stick to the God of Winter: Icicles (Ice-ih-cleese) - and I'll pretend that's funnier.
KEY PHRASES: "That's either a piece of ice or a piece of glass. If it's glass, then bite into it so you can get a free car." "Oh...another friend of mine has purchased a Honda Element." "Why? Why? Because I wanted there to be 5 hard drives, all right????!!"
However, I must have no willpower. I'm eating better at home. I've reduced my calorie intake and my caffeine intake. But - BAM! - one night at Logan's and you could almost 'feel' the fat cells dividing and multiplying. Ewww... I guess I'm going to be fasting today to make up for it.
Band practice was pretty good. Jeremy and Derek both are playing this week, and it's a bit of an adjustment getting used to their styles. Their styles are very good...but when you play so long a certain way, it kinda 'woke me up' last night trying to make sure we were all playing together and sounding good.
In other news, I anxiously await the arrival of "The Simpsons: Season Four", which I ordered from bestbuy.com on Monday. Knowing that the first episode on the DVD is "Kamp Krusty" has me all giddy inside. As more seasons get released, we start getting into the 'golden' seasons of The Simpsons. My gut just hurts thinking about how much I'm going to laugh. Ow.
On an un-related note, we got to talking the other day about names of Greek Gods if we could make them up ourselves. Oh, of course the juvenile obvious one came out: The God of Sex - Testicles (test-i-cleese). I know...juvenile and a bit risque. But, I suddenly remembered a certain Mountaintop college/young career trip to Six Flags where the same conversation was taking place. I think it was Mark, John, me, and maybe Chad... But Mark...oh, Mark, you're going to burn...sheepishly comes up with the God of Slavery: "Mastaplese." All I remember was feeling incredible laughter and shame at the same moment. I'm laughing so hard I can't breathe - while at the same time, I keep trying to straighten up and say, "That's not funny."
Of course it's not funny. Slavery is one of the great evils of our history - or anyone else's history where slavery was/is a condoned thing.
What I want to know is - then - why does it make me laugh so hard? Honestly, it made us laugh because it was INDEED funny. No, we weren't making fun of the plight of those who were subject to slavery by any means. It was more like the laughter that happens when you're a kid and you learn a funny word for the first time. Like...Kumquat. Or...boobies. (oops...sorry, again). Mastaplese...it was creative and funny sounding at the same time, and it was uttered out of the mouth of one of the godliest people I know. The shock of that in and of itself was laugh-worthy.
Oh, Mark...look what you've done. Oh...look what I've done by repeating it. We're like that former youth minister who knocked the 4 year old kid down at a Rangers baseball game this week to catch a foul ball. When the mom confronted him about it, he just said "tough." Even the TV announcers were saying things like "There's the biggest jerk in the stadium." The kid was practically a hero by the end of the game, and the guy who knocked him down might as well have been Adolf Hitler, he was hated so much. However, people who know the man claim that he is indeed a good man who had a "bad" moment. Too bad a huge crowd was watching.
Okay, I'll just stick to the God of Winter: Icicles (Ice-ih-cleese) - and I'll pretend that's funnier.
KEY PHRASES: "That's either a piece of ice or a piece of glass. If it's glass, then bite into it so you can get a free car." "Oh...another friend of mine has purchased a Honda Element." "Why? Why? Because I wanted there to be 5 hard drives, all right????!!"
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