Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it is that time of year again! It is time for my Top 20 Music Videos of the year. This year, there are a number of artists that made it (or nearly made it) to the countdown twice. Definitely some stiff competition this year! In fact, I had 24 songs on my list, but as per tradition, I paired it down to 20.
Sorry I haven’t made it to the blog much recently. Between running my software company and being a full time student, I scarcely have time to breathe. That should resolve in the spring, when I transfer schools (Lord willing).
Meanwhile, in lieu of a long-overdue update, I wanted to share with you some of the music I’ve been enjoying. As you probably know, music is a BIG part of my life. I have some playing almost constantly. Combine that with my creative-organizational nature, and you get a huge collection of playlists and compilations.
These aren’t just your run-of-the-mill playlists. I don’t make these public until they are just PERFECT. I find a theme, gather songs together by style and subject, and then put them in an order that causes them to flow one into another. Great for background music.
I start with a disclaimer. This post is not funny. It is not for all of my readers, but specifically for my brothers and sisters in Christ.
I am sounding the alarm.
About a month ago, I donated blood for my mother’s surgery. Since we share so many life-threatening allergies, she could not take blood from the main bank (nor could I donate INTO said main bank). During the experience, I kept remembering the classic Bugs Bunny cartoon “Transylvania 6-5000″. Small wonder.
The experience started with filling out a medical questionnaire, which concluded with an agreement not to share my answers with anyone. I asked the receptionist about this, and she said it had to do with patient confidentiality.
“Might I emphasize, it’s MY patient confidentiality?”
“Yes, that’s true.”
So, in essence, I was agreeing in writing to never share my age, weight, or (albeit nonexistent) history of controlled substance use with anyone ever again.
Someone didn’t think this through.
I cannot tell you the last time a scone made my cry with joy. Yet, that is exactly what happened yesterday.
It isn’t often that I review a restaurant. Most “good” restaurants are pretty standard. It is rare to find one that stands out.
My brother and I had just finished getting some work done on the North Idaho College campus, and Mom suggested that the three of us go get some lunch. A new soup and coffee house had opened up a few blocks away, so we decided to try it out.
We could not have guessed how good it actually would be. In fact, “good” doesn’t even come close to describing Soul Soup and Coffee House.
Confession #1: I’m a brony.
Confession #2: I really do not care what anyone has to say about it.
I, on the other hand, have zero coordination, little interest in cars, and the only girls in my inner social circles are family members.
Young adult males are also supposed to like playing video games and drinking beer. I prefer making games (though there are a few I play), and have absolutely no interest in liquor at all.
I like shopping (though I rarely buy anything). I enjoy alleged “chick flicks” like “An Affair to Remember” and “You’ve Got Mail”. I read voraciously. I’m a gardener. I like cooking. And I LOVE watching My Little Pony.
I don’t fit the stereotype, but I’m still a 21-year-old male. There is absolutely no way around that. I plan to marry a woman someday and have a family. I lift weights (though, alas, I couldn’t get to the gym this summer). And I’m a MAJOR Seattle Seahawks fan.
What is it with stereotypes, anyway?
Your story is brilliant. You just know it! It has great plot, well-rounded characters, and your readers can’t put it down.
Or rather, that will be true, once you can actually get your story written. You’re stuck on chapter three, right where you were six months ago.
Does any of this sound familiar?
Chapter 3 is not some random spot for this tar pit (though it occasionally shows up earlier). It’s a fairly common place. I often tell young writers, “The first three chapters are easy.” Why is that?
Someone, somewhere, in the back cubicle of a marketing firm must have been having an off day. They needed to figure out how to promote another one of those miracle exercise gadgets. “I need a name that evokes the toughness of this equipment, something that’ll encourage the user to get into shape.”
Then, in a flash of inspiration, this marketing person shoots up out of his chair. “I know! THE RACK!”
I know this must have happened, because I encountered this marketing disaster in the sporting goods department at Target while trying to find a Thermos. The Rack came complete with a big picture on the front of the box of some sweaty, shirtless dude exercising in an abandoned warehouse.
Sure, yeah, your run-of-the-mill muscle man looks to do their workouts in the seclusion of a massive, abandoned building. Or is this supposed to tie into the whole torture theme that the name alludes to? (While we’re at it, don’t people consider exercise a form of torture ANYWAY?)
At the start of the month, I was offered a unique opportunity. I dropped by the office of Nancy Ripplinger, my computer science professor, to discuss some things. One thing let to another, and before I had left her office, she offered me the opportunity to speak to her group at the i-STEM (Idaho Science Technology Engineering and Mathematics) Summer Institute at North Idaho College.
I was given the option to speak on any computer science topic. Since these were teachers I would be talking to, I decided to discuss the unique social climate of the industry. Guess where I got my material?
I got some very shocking news recently regarding my business. While I have no need to share details, mainly out of respect and care for those involved, suffice it to say that I was shaken to the core. For a moment, my greatest fears about my start-up were realized: This might not happen.
Then, by God’s providence, I was listening to a Newsboys song for a VeggieTales special, “The League of Incredible Vegetables.” I played it for Mom to share it with her, and she was reminded of the fate of Big Idea. She found an article written by Phil Vischer, and a statement he made triggered something in me: “I realized my good works had become an idol that defined me.”
Had MousePaw Games become an idol to me?