Oddities and such

Well, first off, I got an iPod touch, and that's only relevant to anything because I drafted this post on it. (It became long and I finished it on my computer.)

Anyhow... I was thinking about stuff, and I noticed something rather perturbing to me... Perhaps it's a pet peeve of sorts, but after reading a friend's post about crushes,and how silly they are (It was interesting to read a mother's perspective on it.)

I was perturbed again by our culture's obsession with relationships, dating, and to a degree, sex as well. (Who's dating who, who's with who, who was with who... and "how far they've gone"... with interest if you fall on the more liberal side of the spectrum, with chagrin if you fall to the conservative side.)

I found this section especially... interesting. (Any mistakes in the quote are original.)

Why should we encourage a teenager to think of their friends and acquaintances in these undefinable terms? Aren't we confusing them? Heck, I'm confused and I'm way beyond my teen years. Do they need these kind of unanswerable questions asked of them? They need to study. Why don't older gentleman discuss algebra with my daughters? Why do they always bring up "boyfriends"? And then, when the girls deny having any, they say..."c'mon, now" and don't believe them anyhow. I would think my girls would begin to think..."well, is something wrong with me for not being obscessed with boys?"

I, personally, am rather piqued when I show up somewhere with a gal friend of mine and "the question" comes: "Is she...?" (... Your girlfriend?) or "Are you two...?" (... 'Together'?) This irritation is probably in part a result of the fact that I am what most guys would call "lucky" (That is, that I have many female friends, most of whom are various degrees of stunningly beautiful... Probably only half of you know who you are.) But, "if I had a penny for every time someone asked that..." (I'd be filthy rich.) But it makes me want a bag of retorts... "Is she...?" "No, but I'm sure she'd sign her autograph anyway..." or "Are you two...?" "From Maine? Yeah."

I had more to say, but perhaps I'll do it at some other time... as is, for a few years you can be 99.999999999999% sure that any girl you see me kicking around with is not my girlfriend... and if you value your consciousness, don't ask if I "like" her, ok?

What now?

Well, I figured I should make a habit of posting more frequently...

So... a random cool picture that you'll have already seen if you are my friend on Facebook, but wouldn't have seen if you watch my Flickr, since I hit my upload limit... but nobody seems to watch that, so it's not really worth my money to upgrade to Flickr Pro.


One of my best friends is on a missions trip to Japan for the summer, another just got married, and a third is headed off to Ireland on the 21st... so do keep all three in your prayers.

I guess my life's been pretty eventful, but I can't really say that I remember all of it off the top of my head. I've got a few things I can probably blog about in the near future, but I guess that'll have to wait. In the meantime, God bless!

Love's Labour's Lost so far...

Well, the first night went pretty well. No serious glitches, except for a small problem with the camera, which wasn't really needed for the show, it was more a fun side-project.
Second show, which was my night off (where my understudy played), Meg, the girl I am acting opposite, fell sick... and unfortunately, didn't have an understudy. But, she's supposed to be back tonight, and so hopefully things will go even better today and tomorrow than they have the first two nights. (So, if you happen to read this today or tomorrow, do pray for her.)

A random update...

First, to the random: I'm now running the Windows 7 Release Candidate... I'm sure that went over most of your heads, but it's mostly a note to those who know what it means. (It's a rather geeky statement.) It seems pretty cool... so far anyway.

Other than that, Love's Labour's Lost is premiering today. It'll be fun, I think... provided we don't seriously abridge any of the lines.

And... it's lunchtime and I can't think of more to say.