I am gonna try this. I am sending this from my phone and gonna attach a photo. These test blogs are gonna be over soon, but when that happens the REAL entries will start.
In the time being, enjoy a screenshot of my iPhone with the icon on my home screen. NICE!!!!
Okay, so I am revamping the blog. I am changing stuff around and we shall see where it goes from here.
As of today I have added a “like” button, publish to Facebook app, comment from Facebook app and a icon for iPhone users so they can save my blog right to their HOME SCREEN!
I will be blogging more and for some reason these days I have more to say and that is making me frickin’ happy!
The wifey is sick and I am gonna finish up the laundry and make some dinner. Aww the life of an iHubby.
I am writing this blog with a bit of sadness. Not because someone has passed on but because of the ending of LOST. I didn’t start watching the show until the third season had ended. The writers strike happened and LOST, just like every other show, was on hiatus. My wife and I were looking for something new to watch and randomly picked up LOST at Blockbuster. She had never seen it and I had only seen the first two episodes. I gave it a try but for some reason at that time in my life I wasn’t really into TV shows.
We picked up the first disc and brought it home. We finished that night and went to Fred Meyer the next day and bought season one. We were hooked. We finished season one and then bought the second and third one. We finished those and then I downloaded the first half of season 4. We were lucky that the strike happened, it gave us a chance to catch up.
The show was amazing. It was mystical. It had this vibe about it that seemed so new and fresh. But this blog is not about our love of LOST, it’s about the ending and what comes next.
When you find a show you love to watch it becomes something that you talk about. In my mind, if you keep discussing an episode of a show for the next week or so until the next episode that is a sign that you are watching something good. That’s just me. I can’t say I was one of those that watched LOST or The Sopranos from the beginning. But I can say that I was there for the beginning of a few shows.
I have a tough time with shows. I don’t like to get to invested only to find out that the company that is backing the show doesn’t think it’s “profitable” or getting good numbers. To me, that’s not the sign of a good show. If the writers stay true to what they have created then I am a happy camper. These shows are few and far between.
One show that I can say that I have been there since the beginning of was FRINGE. This show has everything in it, at least I think so.
I was a big fan of the X-Files and was someone who watched it every week but the writers seem to have lost their touch towards the end. It got mundane and boring. FRINGE takes everything that X-Files had and combines it with the mysticism and whit of LOST. This may be a bit spoilerish, so if you haven’t seen the season finale of FRINGE I suggest you don’t read on.
FRINGE has always been about science, fringe science to be exact. The things we think about and hear about in magazines that are YEARS from being proven, or never will. They touch on the ideas of that we are not alone but with a twist. There are two worlds, two universes. They have told us that from the beginning. Olivia on the show reminds me of Jack Shephard. She at first was a skeptic but through two seasons has come to see that there are things that can be explained and they are phenomenal. The relationship of Peter and Olivia has been one of partners at work and then there has always been that unspoken emotion of caring and possibly love. We saw that come to fruition with the season two finale.
A friend on Twitter (@lemoneyes) said “Tonight’s FRINGE finale destroyed all the moral ambiguity that made the show interesting. A terrible wasted of a great show.” I hadn’t seen the episode yet but I was saddened by this. I then saw the episode and had the complete opposite feeling. There was a purpose in the show before. The FRINGE team was trying to stop the “war” from the other side from happening. We find out that by going over to the other universe to get “his son”, Walter set in motion these events that were happening. There are also The Observers. These elements all come together to give us a show that has heart, sadness and hope.
Olivia is stuck on the other side, captured by the complete opposite of a man she trusts. Olivia has let her feelings known for Peter and he has reciprocated only to go back to the other side with the doppleganger of Olivia. This tension is something any LOST fan is use to.
With the season three signed on the writers of the show have a choice to make. They can either make a good show and stick to where they are going with all these plots or they can “jump the shark.” The morals of this show haven’t changed. We knew about all the stuff with the other universe almost from the beginning. If it has done anything, it has solidified the morals in my opinion.
I will be the first to say it here. Season three of FRINGE could destroy any thoughts I had about LOST being one of the best drama shows on TV. The season finale of the third season could have the potential to be better than the season three finale of LOST where Jack is screaming at Kate “We have to go back!” It also has the potential to go the HEROES route and suck BIG TIME and lose all their viewers. I am hoping for the first but we never know.
It’s been a bit of time. I have not communicated with you, my readers, and for that I apologize. I have started a new job and other things have changed but today I am going to focus on something that really just opened my eyes today.
It all started with a phone call. I slid the “unlock to answer” button and gave the good old What Up!? I hadn’t talked to this friend in almost a month and no way was I gonna let it go to voicemail. We said our hello’s and then it was a little weird. There was this uncomfortable silence in the conversation and it had only just begun. I spoke up and asked why he was calling and he then spoke. However when he spoke it was in small little fragments, more like thoughts that hadn’t been put together in a complete sentence. I was able to decipher what he was saying…I knew what he wanted to know. My heart sunk a bit. He then spit out a question that was like hearing a glass window break: “Who was your Oncologist?”
I immediately told him who my oncologist was and that he was the best. My doctor didn’t fuck around when it came to that shizz. I asked him exactly why he wanted to know and then his mouth began spewing words and thoughts like a volcano that had just exploded and that hot magma was bombarding my eardrums. I heard him, crystal clear. He had some tests and found pollups on his colon and also he has an enlarged prostate and from what he heard from his doctor that that can be a sign of something that is happening or is going to happen in the future. I have read a few articles about how those two areas can have things happen to them which lead to Testicular Cancer and other problems. He called his boy…a fellow man that has dealt with this. Not the exact situation but something similar.
Glad I picked up the phone.
I spoke to him a bit more, interjecting some ideas and things to expect and told him not to worry yet cause they don’t know for sure. However, I mostly listened. I heard the frustration, anxiety, fear, disbelief in his voice.
He called me.
I told him I would be praying for him and as soon as he knew something to please get back to me. We ended the phone call so he could go in for his blood tests. I then sat there for a minute. The warm sunshine coming down on my neck while I thought about this situation. I felt good. I remember when I was scared and worried that I had someone that I was in constant contact with that had been through the same situation that I was going through. I was that “friend” for this guy. I was able to pay my knowledge forward. I will be saying prayers for my friend. He will be in my thoughts.
I am a HUGE snowboarder. I have been since I started shredding at the age of 12-13. I started off my life on the mountain as a skier (GASPS!) and did it for almost 10 years. I was a good skier but I was alive and at the ripe age when snowboarding was making it’s giant rush for the hills.
I was at an after school ski/snowboard program in 7th grade when I first made my move to “the dark side”. My best friend Brooks had a board and he let me try it out one night when we were up there with our school program. He was a skier also who had turned and he didn’t mind letting me try. I have to say that the first couple runs did suck and I was on my ass a lot but for some reason I fell in love. I went to Rogue Ski Shop the next day and purchased a board with my hard earned money that I had saved up and from that moment on my skis stayed hung up on the wall of my garage.
I love snowboarding but I haven’t been up to the mountain since my last accident. It was 2006 and I caught an edge wrong while landing and SNAP…I was done for the season. I had torn my ACL and that was going to require surgery. I had hurt myself before but this was the worst. This was the first time I was ever going to have to have surgery. Here is list of what I have injured since I began snowboarding:
*Left clavicle (collar bone)
*Both ankles sprained
*Left elbow broken and dislocated
*Left ACL torn
Here is a list of what I broke when I skied:
*Nothing
Yup, nothing. After realizing this I think I am making the switch. Just like I did when I switched from PC to Mac. I am gonna go BACK to skiing. I am going to probably be heading to the mountain in March with some buddies and heading to Mt. Bachelor. I am going to rent some skis and take back my roots and see how it goes. With any luck it will just be like riding a bike and I am gonna pick it right up. We shall see.