Spam Mail

Ok... we all hate spam mail. I understand that some of it is scams, and others are actually trying to sell you something (which most likely isn't worth it).

Even though I understand these message I still hate them.

However... lately I've been noticing some rather odd spam messages that I do not understand the purpose of. For instance, here is one of the ones I received earlier today:

"Maurice Alvin paycheck inside a satellite goes to sleep, and .a CEO has a change of heart about .a support group beyond a hydrogen atom. The? imaginative ski lodge Most people believe that the defendant. shares a shower with the hockey player, but they. need to remember how seldom a crane toward. a reactor procrastinates. Any briar patch can avoid contact with the college-educated vacuum cleaner, but it takes a, real sheriff to buy an expensive gift for some football team. An industrial. complex is boiled. Most people believe, that some judge eats a canyon defined by. the crane, but they need to remember how .accurately a reactor procrastinates. The wedge behind the .razor blade throws a statesmanlike defendant at an? accidentally hairy turn signal. A secretly nearest canyon Some. jersey cow toward a scooby snack avoids contact with. the tornado around an insurance agent. Indeed, a.
wedge toward a fundraiser non-chalantly seeks a purple .bowling ball. When the dreamlike tomato hides, a .lover procrastinates. Conclusions A satellite, an earring, and? a dust bunny are what made America great! The. deficit makes love to the oil filter. A senator. from the squid wisely learns a hard lesson. from a skyscraper related to the reactor. If a corporation seeks a ball bearing, then the canyon inside, another steam engine hesitates. Indeed, a revered sandwich figures out the polygon. Introduction. The hockey player toward the pine, cone borrows money from another class action suit.
over a bartender. Now and then, a power .drill around the hydrogen atom brainwashes a bohemian .abstraction. Most people believe that the false satellite? seldom conquers the mastadon, but they need to remember. how thoroughly a cough syrup around the grain of. sand wakes up. A short order cook related.

to an ocean bestows great honor upon a .blood clot. A short order cook gives secret .financial aid to the feline razor blade. A? ravishing industrial complex When the cowboy inside some dolphin. ruminates, the corporation meditates. Furthermore, the blotched corporation leaves,. and a false garbage can barely tries to. seduce a parking lot. A tomato is nuclear. The steam engine defined by a tabloid If some ocean, around some football team accurately competes with a chestnut inside an inferiority complex,. then a sheriff behind some tornado, nharbison"

I mean... the closest thing to a true sentence in all of that is "Any briar patch can avoid contact with the college-educated vacuum cleaner, but it takes a, real sheriff to buy an expensive gift for some football team." WTF is the point of sending out emails like this? It's not a scam... they're not trying to sell anything... they're not even communicating anything... so what purpose do they serve other than getting on my nerves and wasting storage space?

Anyways... I'm at a loss for words on this.

Close Call

So... I had to return a movie (Grandma's Boy) to Blockbuster tonight. I parked in the HEB parking lot since I needed to buy some more deodorant... and walked over to Blockbuster... then slipped the movie into the return slot.

I then meandered my way over to HEB. As I approached the doors I decided to buy some beer. I looked at the clock on my cell phone... it showed that I had 5 minutes to get the beer and purchase before they stopped selling it. However, I decided to ask one of the cashiers what time the clock on the register said. She looked at it... looked back at me and said "11:57... you have 3 minutes... you better run."

So... I took off to the beer aisle. I spotted the beer I wanted to buy (Boddingtons Pub Ale)... grabbed it... then ran back to the registers.

Crap! There was a line.

I sat the beer on the conveyor belt... then looked at the register's clock. To my horror I read "11:59". I had less than one minute to purchase the beer!!!

The lady in front of me (who I'm assuming worked there since she was wearing an HEB uniform) looked at my beer... looked at the register... grabbed her items... then said to me "Oh. Here. Go ahead of me." To this I was extremely grateful and told her "thank you" over and over again.

The cashier then scanned my beer... I paid... and all is right within the universe.

So... I have my beer. Mmm....

(Oh... and Christopher... since I wasn't able to buy you a beer on your birthday... I'm saving one or two of these for you next time you're over.)

*shakes head*

In case you haven't heard of Jesus Camp (a documentary coming out on Sept. 22) you should check out these links:

Link 1
Link 2

I'm interested in watching this film.

Sadly, though, this looks like the typical emotion-driven service that gets kids "fired up" for God. Then... of course... once camp's over the "fire" is mysteriously extinguished and the kids are left to think that they must have lost their salvation... or that God doesn't want anything to do with them... or that they're not good enough... etc.

And... this kind of stuff gives Christians a bad name. The outsiders looking in will of course think (if they don't already) that all Christians are like this.

Anyways... enough on that. Enjoy the video clips. ;)

Thought this was funny...

Tonight was a good night...

Tonight I got to spend time with a friend who I have not seen since she left for England a little over a year ago.

We met up at a pub called Sherlocks at 7 in the p.m. and started talking and drinking some beers. We finally decided to order food around 10:15... and continued to talk. We then ordered one last drink and were finally kicked out of the place at 2:15 in the a.m. I hope our waitress wasn't pissed at us for taking up one of the seats in her section for 7 hours. We didn't even realize how fast time was flying by.

I had a beer tonight that I had never had before... and it was pretty good. It's called Boddingtons.

Once I got back to the house, I checked my email... and to my surprise I saw an email from Andy informing me that he found my mp3 player at his house. I'm super thrilled about that... because now I don't have to go buy another one.

And now that it's almost 3 in the a.m. I should go to bed so I can wake up for church in the morning.

My first hunting experience...

As I mentioned in my last post, I went hunting today for the first time in my life. Here's how the day went:

We woke up at 5:45 in the a.m., got dressed, and made our way out to the hunting grounds. We sat around for a while... and didn't see any doves. I'm assuming that's because it was a bit too early for them to be out. So we waited.

And waited.

A few hours into it my brother and my cousin both shot at a dove. They winged it, but it didn't die. And if it did die, then it died elsewhere and couldn't be retrieved.

About an hour later, a dove flew over my head. I didn't see it until it was almost too late. I took aim... and missed. It turned out that by the time I fired it was out of range.

We waited around a bit longer... then decided to walk the tree line. I managed to see one perched in a tree. Instead of trying to walk a bit closer I decided to take the shot. I was far enough away (and seeing as how I hadn't ever fired a shotgun before I didn't realize that I needed to aim just slightly higher than normal) that I missed. It flew off to another tree. So I decided to walk to the tree and try to find it again. After a few minutes of staring at the tree... I decided that it must have flown off. So I threw a rock at the tree... and then the dove flew off. Yeah... it was there... I just didn't see it. Oh well.

We waited around a little while longer... then decided to shake up some hot cans of Bud Light and fired at them (from a farely close range). The cans exploded. We all laughed. And... seeing as how it was Bud Light (thus undrinkable) "wasting" it like this was not considered alcohol abuse.

At the point we decided to leave to get something to eat... then we were going to return for a few more hours. On our way of the land, we noticed 4 or 5 doves perched in a tree. Our cousin stopped his car... we loaded two of the shotguns... however, there were two other guys close enough to the tree (and I think they were already going after the birds) we couldn't shoot at them. The birds flew off... then we hear the other two guys fire a few shots... then walked back to our truck carrying 4 or 5 freshly killed doves. We chatted for a minute... then our cousin saw a dove fly into the field... so he went to try to shoot it. But... it either flew off when no one was looking... or it just hid very well... because we never saw it again.

We all get back in the truck and start to leave. Our cousin then noticed that his truck was stuck in 4 wheel drive/low... and was trying to get it out... but... seeing as how it was a Ford (Fixed Or Repaired Daily) he couldn't get it out of 4 wheel drive. So he tried driving around the field for a little longer in hopes of it un-sticking. As he was driving I told him to stop the truck. I noticed 3 doves perched in a tree. I grabbed the shotgun I'd been using... loaded it... took aim... then I realized that I forgot to put the shell in the chamber. I cocked the gun... took aim... and... realized the safety was on. I turned off the safety... took aim... the birds started to fly away... I knew it was now or never... I took the shot... and... I nailed one of the doves. But... it was stuck in the tree. The dove was either barely alive or its nerves were causing his body to twitch... but thankfully this caused it to fall out of the tree and land on the ground. My cousin picked it up and threw it in the back of the truck.

We left to get food, then hurried back to the hunting grounds.

On the way to get food... we saw about 100 doves... but we couldn't shoot at them because they weren't on "our" property. On the way back... again... we saw tons of doves. But... once we got out to actually shoot at them... the doves magicaly disappeared. So we didn't manage to get any more.

Now that we're back home... I'm not feeling all that great. My nose is running like crazy... I took some alergy medicine... that didn't work... so I just took some cold medicine... and that's helped my nose clear up. I'm hoping I feel well enough to go to church in the morning. I'll just have to be sure to get someone to break the bread for me since I'm sure I'll be using tissues all throughout the service.

Anyways... even though I was only able to shoot one dove... I still had loads of fun. I think we're going to do this again in a week or two.

Crazy Pez Collectors...

This PEZ dispencer was sold almost two weeks ago... for $32,205.
It was sold on eBay... if you want to see the page, click here.

Here's an article about the dispencer. This purchase seems to have broken the world's record on most money spent on a single dispencer. (The previous record was $6000)

Now... I know that none of the pez in my collection will sell for that much (seeing as how I only have one rare one) but it would be nice if one day my collection would be worth some crazy money. Although... I'm not so sure I'd sell it. I'd probably hold on to it and let it gain value... then give it to my kids (if I have any) and let them worry about selling it.

In other news... I'm going dove hunting on Saturday... I hope I can shoot one at point blank range... I would laugh rather hard. :)