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June 27, 2011

It's a Rainy Day

Waking up to rain is a very soothing feeling. Today, however, I really want to go outside and play some softball later on. Hopefully it will be hot and humid enough to dry the field.

In any case, the rain always reminds me of this gem from Sesame Street:

Posted by Seth at 07:24 AM | Comments (0)

June 24, 2011

Just One of the Girls

The other night, while at a client dinner, it was mentioned that some of the girls were going to get pedicures the next day after some all-day meetings at the office. Someone in the group joked that I should go along. So I said I would. They laughed.

But I was serious.

I've seen "What Women Want" with Mel Gibson and (the non-acting) Helen Hunt, and that dude was totally into getting a pedicure. Plus he worked in advertising. So it seemed like a natural fit. Plus, I wanted to see what all the hype was about.

The ladies asked again the next morning if I was going. And when I said yes they were all excited. Perhaps surprised, but still excited.

So, after our meetings, we headed to Polished Nail Salon & Spa in downtown Kansas City.

The moment we walked in, I smelled fingernail polish remover. That's when I knew we were in the right place. Instantly, the ladies went over to the nail polish wall to pick out a color. I decided against going with a color. I figured a nice clear coat, if anything, would suffice.

After a few minutes of waiting, we were ready for our pedicures.

We each had our own comfy seat and foot bath. I was given the Milk & Honey scented stuff (probably because they know I'm all about the honey bees).

After having my feet soak for a while and getting goosed by the massage chairs (I quickly figured out how to remedy that situation), it was time for the clipping. Then the filing. Then the leg scrubbing. Then the moisturizing. Then the saran wrapping. Then the...wait...SARAN WRAPPING? Yes, it's true. They saran wrap your legs. Something about keeping the moisture in.

Whatever.

Then they rinse it off. Then they do something (can't remember). Then you get your feet dipped in paraffin wax. And if you sweet talk the lady who works there, you can dip your right hand in it for free! Then they saran wrap your feet again! Yes, they really go through some saran wrap.

Then they dry you off and it's time for the three-layers of clear coat. Which, looks fairly clear inside and kinda pink outside.

But don't fool yourselves, because pedicures are nice. Sure we got the good package, but it's a very pampered deal. And having some champagne to drink whilst relaxing doesn't hurt.

I doubt this will be a recurring thing for me to do, but I could definitely see myself doing it again. If only to feel like I'm in "Sex in the City."

And if you wanted to see them, here's the full set of photos.

Posted by Seth at 07:26 AM | Comments (1)

June 22, 2011

What Worries Me at Night Certain Times.

I'll be the first to tell you – I'm concerned.

Now, I'm not the worrying type. But, I have a genuine, 100% legitimate, this-should-scare-the-bejesus-out-of-you concern.

The honey bees are dying. And no one knows why.

This is a huge deal. A HUGE bad deal, really. Albert Einstein (look him up) once said that if the honey bees were to disappear, the world would have four years of life remaining. Now, that seems a bit dire, but would you ever debate with Einstein!?! The dude is the FATHER of modern physics. What have YOU done in your life so far? You know what? Don't even start. And grow up, while you're at it.

Sorry about that.

Here's the essential point about why honey bees are important to us Earthlings:

If the honey bee does not pollinate crops, the crops do not grow and produce the food that gets harvested and brought to the store where we buy it and bring it home to feed ourselves and our families.

You scared yet?

I am. And it's two-fold. I want more honey bees around to pollinate things. But I'm scared to death of them (I had a traumatic experience with bees when I was four, get off my back).

So we need more honey bees. And seeing that it's Pollinator Week, it's definitely on my mind. But what can we do? Here are some of the many ways to help:

Beautiful readers of this silly blog, I cannot stress how important this is and how much it freaks me out. Apparently my favoritest TV Show ever, Doctor Who, thinks it's important enough to mention in one of their shows! And they're British. So they're automatically 100x cooler than we are. Take note.

The bees won't ask for your help. They're busy making honey. But I will.

How's about you do something today? Even if it's reading about the problem, that's something. Start there and then maybe tomorrow you'll feel compelled to do more.

Posted by Seth at 08:57 PM | Comments (0)

June 21, 2011

The Best Restaurant Family Ever.

Yesterday I read about the most fascinating family of restauranteurs. Their restaurant empire, if you want to call it that, began back in the late 60s and is still going strong today. They've influenced many newer entrepreneurs to follow in their footsteps, but they're easily still the family to beat.

Twin Brother One spent years on the West Coast and studied under many master chefs in the nation's top seafood restaurants. He is now often heralded as the best seafood chef that anyone has ever had the pleasure of meeting. There isn't a creature from the sea that this man can't whip into a tasty meal.

Twin Brother Two traveled a different path than his twin brother and went to culinary school in southern Texas. Being surrounded by hispanic fare all the time has definitely influenced his cooking expertise. He is now a fairly renowned expert on how to prepare out-of-this-world authentic mexican fare.

The Younger Brother never attended culinary school. Instead he grew up working for several different catering business. Some really good, some horribly bad. He learned the ins and outs of the food business from a different perspective than his brothers. Having a this alternate view on the restaurant world, he finally opened a small boutique sandwich shop in Illinois.

The Father was born and raised in the European country of Italy. After moving his family to America and helping get his children going in their careers, he finally opened a neapolitan pizza restaurant near the home of the Kentucky Derby.

I can't possibly imagine what it's like to have a sit-down dinner with this family. The holidays must be an eating masterpiece. Or maybe they're just as dysfunctional as the rest of us and have crazy huge arguments on who will carve the turkey or what spices to use.

In any case, the John family (Papa, Jimmy, Long and Taco) wishes you all healthy lives and thank you for your continued patronage.

Posted by Seth at 07:11 AM | Comments (0)

June 20, 2011

It's me, Uncle SethyG

It's finally official, ~~I'm an uncle~~ my sister had her baby. Which means ~~I'm an uncle~~ there's a new family member running around. And I can safely say that ~~I'm an uncle~~ she's one of the most precious things I've ever held in my hands. Yes, it took me several weeks to finally meet her, but ~~I'm an uncle~~ it was well worth the wait. And you can now call me Uncle SethyG, because, well, ~~I'm an uncle~~ I'm an uncle.

I can't wait to watch her grow up through the years. I'm sure Target is already benefiting it since every time I go there I swing by the baby section to pick up a new gift. I might be the spoiling type. But hey, I'm an uncle and I can do whatever I want. Basically.

Congratulations to the new happy family. May you have many nights of good sleep and many years of me teaching your child how to be insanely goofy.

Posted by Seth at 07:08 AM | Comments (0)

June 16, 2011

You're Either In or You're Out. Or You're Maybe. #4

I don't like repeating myself, but we've done this before, a few times.

When it comes down to it, you have two choices. You're either in or you're out.

Or you're maybe.

So tell me, are you in, or out ... or are you maybe?

This survey is powered by the amazing site called Wufoo.

Posted by Seth at 09:20 AM | Comments (1)

June 15, 2011

Crasymaker Videos = Funny

One of my great friends, Jeremy Todd Gill, is a master character actor. He's also a master video maker. I love pulling these videos up from time to time, and laughing. A lot.

Below are a few of my favorites. If you want to see all of them, you can do that at Crasymaker's Channel on YouTube.

Hit Record

Heavy Metal

Hawaii Tent

Down Said Hut

Lester (my favoritest, ever)

Posted by Seth at 08:53 AM | Comments (0)

June 14, 2011

Fun With Bananas

I like bananas. A lot. I'll try to eat one every day. And I want a tattoo of a bushel on my arm (see #30). I like them that much. But I draw the line at only eating one a day. So I guess that I don't like them THAT much.

Bananas are a super versatile fruit, too, if you didn't know. Not only are they really good for you, but they're also wonderful for jokes. Here are a handful of banana hijinks to try out in your office setting:

Pocket Time – Take a banana (I'd highly recommend a fake one) and put it into one of your pant pockets. Then go hug someone. The key is to press that pocket into the person's thigh as you're hugging. Yes, you might get weird looks, but it's all worth it when/if they ask, "is that a banana in your pocket?" Even if they don't ask, it's okay, you can prompt the joke yourself and it's still 100% funny.
Client Meeting #1 – Nothing disrupts the flow of any meeting like a basket full of chocolate-dipped bananas. Seriously. Imagine if everyone around a table were eating them and talking business.
Client Meeting #2 – Randomly ask in the middle of a meeting if anyone minds that you eat a banana. Pull a real banana out of your pocket and take a bite. Then, go on-and-on about how good the banana is. This next part is key – you need someone you know well to be sitting next to you. After raving about the banana, ask if anyone wants a bite. Your friend will say yes. DO NOT HAND THEM THE BANANA. Instead, lean over and feed it to them. Awkward silence It's bonus funny if your friend says, "eh, it's not that great.".
Don't Slip! – Peel a banana from the bottom instead of the top. After eating the banana, place the banana peel on the floor like they do in the movies. Then, fashion a sign on notebook paper that says, "CAUTION: Slippery Banana Zone Ahead." Hide behind a wall close-by to see if anyone doesn't know how to read.
Phone Calls – When your desk phone rings, use your banana as if it's the phone. Say "hello" a few times and then say, "I don't understand what you're saying." For good measure, bang the banana on your desk and throw it away while saying, "this damn thing doesn't work."

If you have any other great banana pranks to pass along, please let me know!

This highly idiotic blog post was brought to you from the juvenille mind of Seth Gunderson.

Posted by Seth at 07:11 AM | Comments (0)

June 13, 2011

You'll Never Forget Your First Doctor

This past Christmas, we gave two of our great friends an unexpected gift. Along with this gift, I wrote up a giant description as to why we were giving it to them. It's something I've rarely done before, but I liked the idea so much that I might be doing it a lot more often in the future. Below is a bastardization of the write-up (as to not take anything away from our gift):

Growing up, my family wasn't treated to many luxuries. We lived out "in the country" and the local cable company didn't reach that far out. That relegated my TV channels to a total of four stations – CBS, ABC, NBC and PBS. Staying home sick wasn't a vacation, to say the least.

With the fairly limited channel selection, you quickly learned what was on every channel at any particular time. I was first introduced to Doctor Who in the early 80s and was easily the first real science fiction show I can recall outside of Buck Rogers or Flash Gordon.

Doctor Who was from the BBC and was super campy. I was probably around 5 years old when I first started to watch and not a critic by any means, but the dialogue was decent at best. And the special effects ... well, let’s just say they weren’t that special. That doesn't mean that I didn't watch. Oh, I did and with bated breath every week.

Then, one day, the Doctor (that’s who the main character is – just, The Doctor) died and my world nearly crumbled. I was stunned. I couldn’t believe that my show was over and I’m sure I annoyed the hell out of my parents talking about it. I was equally stunned when the show was back on at it’s normal time on it’s normal day. Even crazier, the Doctor had become a new person. Much like James Bond, the Doctor has been played by many different actors through out the years. When the actor’s contract is up, they get a new actor and the Doctor "regenerates" – the old body (actor) is replaced by a new one (actor). It’s this little trick that has helped Doctor Who be on the air since 1963.

[This is where most science fiction shows are funny, in the description. Really, try it with any Sci-fi show.] You see, the Doctor is a Time Lord (actually, the LAST Time Lord) that travels through space and time in the TARDIS (his time machine that looks like an old British Police box). Much like Dr. Samuel Beckett from Quantum Leap (c'mon, stay with me), the Doctor goes around and ensures that events in time either happen as they should, or don’t at all. But unlike Dr. Beckett, he also goes into the future and to other alien worlds. In his travels, the Doctor usually has a companion, or two, because ultimately, he’s a very, very lonely being.

I stopped watching the show in the mid 80s. But it kept going strong until 1989. At which point the show went off the air for a long time. In 2005, the BBC relaunched the series and I was on the edge of my seat ready for it to air.

The great thing about the present version of the show is that it takes all of the corniness of the original series and now mixes it with spectacular writing. The Doctor has great compassion and awe for the human race. In the realm of Doctor Who, Earth and its inhabitants are extremely young when compared to the rest of the galaxy. The Doctor spends most of his time on Earth (due to realistic budget limitations) and is both astounded and confounded by the actions of Earth’s people. Metaphors aside, the current set of producers, directors and writers are using the show to celebrate humanity and how special we are as a race. There's an episode about Van Gogh that is seriously tear-inducing.

The show is currently in its sixth season of the revitalized series. And while I would urge you to watch the show because it is SO AWESOME, I wouldn't just hop on-board right now. I would highly suggest watching it from season one (2005, not 1963) because of how it starts and builds from there. It’s like how the actions you make today will affect what happens tomorrow. Starting you off in a season other than the first one would be irresponsible and a waste of your time.

Doctor Who still employs cheesy effects and, yes, some of the villains are giant rolling trash cans (I kid you not), but that’s the charm of the show. I can’t say enough about how amazing this new series is. To borrow a word from our friends across the pond, it’s quite literally brilliant. It consistently wins BAFTAs and some episodes could easily be turned into movies. And, not to discount the first season, but it’s definitely not the best one (its not even in Blu-Ray, for heaven’s sake). I view it as I do with any first season of good shows – the writers and staff have to find their footing before they can jump. But when they jump, it’s a hell of a ride.

The show has become popular enough in America that now episodes air on the same day here as they do in the UK (they used to air months apart). Even the Simpson's tribute site Springfield Punx has done many, many, many Doctor Who illustrations. The show is that awesome.

And it's a very true notion. Tom Baker and his giant scarf has been burned into my brain and I will forever want to carry a bag of jelly babies (jelly beans) in my pocket.

Posted by Seth at 07:00 AM | Comments (4)

June 10, 2011

I'm a Fan of Sporting

Last night was the inaugural Kansas City Sporting home game at LIVESTRONG Sporting Park. Let's not get into how weird the verb-name of the team is, okay? All you need to know is that I'm a .333 season ticket holder, so I'll go to a third of the games (if you want to go with me, I have two extra tickets, just lemme know).

We didn't win last night. And much chagrin to many anti-soccer fans, neither team lost. Yes, matches can end in a tie. Deal with it.

I must say that the atmosphere was amazing and the arena itself is spectacular. And it'll only get better as soon as Google Fiber opens its hub UNDER THE ARENA (I believe that's an unconfirmed rumor, NOT started by me).

At any rate, I'm excited about my summer of soccer games that was kicked off last night. And so was the short-rock sitting next to us. That, my friends, is how you raise a soccer fan.

Posted by Seth at 07:53 AM | Comments (1)

June 09, 2011

The Not Scariest Comic Book Villan Ever

I am a comic book fan. I've read them for as long as I can remember – and that would be back to when I was 3 and 4 in Belmont, Mississippi. I don't collect any more, that ended in high school. But I do still read them when I get the chance. [In fact, small plug for a good friend – go buy SCREAMLAND, because it's a wonderful story and hella funny.]

So, yes, I love comics. But I was never really a big DC Comics fan. I've always been a Marvel guy, as their characters are a bit more believable (and mutations are real!).

My preference of Marvel over DC doesn't mean I love all heroes/villains, though. In fact, there are quite a few dumb characters in both universes:

Captain America – A genetically-altered super soldier that wears red, white and blue. He can punch hard, run fast and carries a shield. A SHIELD? (Still trying to get excited for the movie, not sure it'll work.)
Wonder Woman – A princess of the Amazonians. She can fly, she's strong and she has a "truth lasso" (if she lassos you, you HAVE to tell the truth). At one point she also flew an invisible jet. Huh? And to top it off, she, too, wore red, white and blue (with some gold). Needless to say, I was stunned that the re-invented TV show was cancelled even before it ever aired.
Green Lantern – A space cop that has a ring that gives him unlimited power. Well, sorry, the power is ONLY limited by his imagination and nothing else. My bad, his power is limited by his imagination and THE COLOR YELLOW. Uhhhh. What?

I don't really want to go on, but there are many dumb characters out there.

But the one I encountered last night at Target (in the toy section, not in real life) might just take the cake. I can't speak for you, but this dude straight up scares the bejeezus out of me. The evil just pours out from head to toe. And if his white scarf, Robin Hood hat, black tights and synched-at-the-waist man blouse doesn't scare you enough, his lethal accuracy with a boomerang just might.

Ladies and gentleman, the most feared villain ever is Captain Boomerang.

Check out these powers!

Captain Boomerang carries a number of boomerangs in his satchel. He is an expert at throwing the weapons and as well as ordinary Boomerangs he has a number with special properties, including bladed, explosive, incendiary, and electrified boomerangs.

He had also been shown to be able to hurl his body like a boomerang, giving him the ability to cover more ground than just jumping, but not enough to qualify as flight.

Upon his resurrection, Digger finds he has the ability to create boomerangs out of energy that explode on contact. The source of this new power remains unknown.

Yes. That just said satchel.

Yes. He can hurl his body like a boomerang.

Yes. He can create exploding boomerangs and NO ONE knows how he does it.

Yes. The writers gave up on trying to give him a cool name.

That's Captain Boomerang. Good luck sleeping ever again.

Posted by Seth at 07:04 AM | Comments (2)

June 08, 2011

Wins Are Good.

Growing up, I was never on the winning team. I never won a basketball championship. I was never on the best baseball team. I didn't win contests at school. The whole illusion of winning was an oasis just waiting to tease its waters in my metaphoric desert (that sounds dirty, sorry).

Since growing up (some), things have turned in a more favorable direction. There have been the occasional "wins" here and there (most easily marked by my profession of advertising and the many award shows/magazines that showcase what judges consider to be good).

But over the past two years, I've experience more career wins than I ever expect to relive for the rest of my life. I'll be honest with you, I know a good thing when I see it. I'd just rather bask in the glow for a while than expect more of it to happen.

Please indulge my ego for 15 seconds while I recount the wins over the past 24-ish months:

4 2010 Local ADDY Golds
2010 Local ADDYs best of broadcast
2010 Ad Wars Trivia Contest Winners
SHS wins the Merial account
2010 NAMA Best of Show
2010 Ad League Kickball Champions (not the AAF-KC league, mind you)
2010 Ad League Softball Champions
SHS wins the Blue Rhino account
8 2011 Local ADDY Golds
2 2011 NAMA Golds
10 2011 Regional ADDY Golds
Best of Show at our 2011 Regional ADDYs
2011 Ad Wars Trivia Contest Winners
Spring 2011 Bowling League Champions
6 2011 National ADDY Golds

Thanks.

Lots of work-related stuff there. Almost all of it, in fact. Which isn't a bad thing. Not by a long shot.

And, I'm very proud of every single one of those moments. Unlike a blog post that I wrote a year ago, I can tell you my exact reaction and thought process when each one of those occurred. You see, I like winning. Whether it's a simple $1 bet, a game of Star Wars Monopoly, a highly contested game of softball, or a pitch for business – I want to win. I want to succeed. I want to know that I can accomplish what I've set my mind to.

But winning isn't everything. At least, not on the scale of events or items that are listed above.

A win can be, can mean, so much more than an accolade on a resumé. A win can be, can mean, so much more than holding your chin up high when looking at another group of individuals. A win can be so simple, so trivial to many, that we will overlook it.

It begs the question, "why don't we celebrate those personal wins?" Why don't we hold these smaller wins in the same regard as our "bigger" wins? I say they're the same. No win on the above list is greater than any of my personal wins. Not a chance. The "bigger" wins are easier for a large group to digest. The more we get personal, the more people will either bow out or ignore. I don't know about you, but I'm tired of ignoring them.

So, here are some of my greatest wins over the past two weeks (in no order whatsoever):

Became an Uncle.
Spent time in portions of California that I've never been to.
Re-awakened my blog.
Wished a best friend good luck with a career move.
Had a lunch date with Ashlee.
Caught up with great friends over the weekend.
Got to spend time in my yard doing yard work.
Played fetch with Mr. Mike McNugget.
Met some truly unique and amazing people during my travels.
Got home in time for some couch-relaxing and Doctor Who-watching.
Beat a Seth-cold (that would be a sinus infection) without antibiotics.
Hosted a porch party for the kickball team.
Realized that when "things don't fit" into a design, the solution will present itself with time and/or non-dwelling.

I won't put a single one of those things on my resumé. Nor do I want to. Those are wins for me and the people that I experienced them with.

From now on, I'm going to try and celebrate (at least with acknowledgement) even the most "trivial" wins in my world. I choose to do that because if I spend a majority of my time waiting for the next big categorical win to occur, then I'll just be overlooking some of the most important things.

And if I overlook them, that's when the aliens win. No one wants the aliens to win.

Posted by Seth at 07:25 AM | Comments (1)

June 07, 2011

Will Smith is cool. So are medleys.

It's no lie that I'm a big Big Willie fan. And by Big Willie, I really mean the Fresh Prince. And by the Fresh Prince, I really mean Will Smith.

Simply put, he's a bad ass. Not only can he do rap songs, but he can do acting, too. I'll even watch "Hitch" if I must, but only because Will Smith is in it.

Apparently, some other people like Will Smith, too. This is evidenced by this video of a white guy performing a medley of Will Smith/Big Willie, Fresh Prince songs, a capella-style:

Posted by Seth at 08:56 AM | Comments (0)

June 05, 2011

Nitpitnicky 126 (aka 315 Things About Seth)

Well hello there. It's been nearly a year since I've posted to my weblog. For shame, right? Starting today, I'm going to try and start filling up kilobytes of data on the internet with my idiocy. And for the milestone that is post #600 (hint, it's this one), I thought that I should drag up some good old posts about myself and then continue on with that idea.

A few years ago I wrote up three posts that each featured 63 things about myself. And while some of them may have changed since I wrote them (see below), it's an extremely hard exercise to complete, but it's very gratifying when you're finished. Here they are:

And now, I present to you Nitpitnicky 126

I wish I could grow a legit mustache that's not creepy.
Seaweed is weird and gross.
I hate driving.
I really like to hike, but have gone on two in past two years.
I'm addicted to a local nursery, yet my yard doesn't change that much.
I love a Texan accent, even if it sounds a bit fake.
I will not eat the small octopi calamri, due to my rule of "no tentacles allowed in my mouth."
When people quit at the place I work, I take it personally.
I need to remember that the world does not revolve around me.
I want to see a real-life tornado, albeit from a very safe distance.
If you want me to pose for a picture, just ask.
I would love to write for a wrestling television show.
My biggest concern if the apocalypse ever occurs: that my only skill would be to create un-needed advertising.
I love to try on other people's glasses and do horrible impressions of them.
Small talk is one of the worst things. Evar.
I really dislike sitting next to strangers on planes. (Yes, that may mean you.)
If I ever offer you the window or aisle seat, you can really take whichever one you want.
But I'd prefer the window seat.
If you want to annoy me, take the seat I paid for and tell me to just sit one over.
There isn't a well-timed Pratt fall or a simple trip that I wouldn't laugh at.
Much to my chagrin, I cannot make myself vomit.
I wish I could rap on command.
I am allergic to horses.
I have to interact with almost any child who catches my attention.
I want to have my own children some day.
I like to sing karaoke, but am embarrassed to do it.
I sing all the time at home. And dance.
I don't do things I'm bad at. Like golfing.
I need to make more time to do creative things outside of work.
One day I want a tattoo of a bushel of bananas on my right bicep.
I try to pop every finger on my hands, on average, about 20 times a day.
I take notice of other people's yards and try to solve their grass issues for them in my head.
I loathe "America's Next Top Model," but am well aware that a lot of the stuff I dislike about their business is relatable to my own profession.
There is nothing better than a well-written tragic ending.
I watch the same movies every thanksgiving (I highly recommend "The Myth of Fingerprints" and "Home for the Holidays.")
I've had a sandwich named after me at a Subway in Fayetteville.
I love pushing on a bruise to make sure it's still there.
Sometimes I need to just stay at home over a weekend to work in the yard.
I dislike having 3+ weekends out of town in a row.
I always try to do something touristy when traveling on business.
I want you to go watch "Super Troopers" so we could quote it together.
When I see someone crying, I want to as well.
I would die happy if I never heard anyone yell ever again.
I don't like it when people CC me on emails to people I don't know.
You should probably tell me who else is invited to a party, because I'll inevitably talk about it with the wrong person.
My favorite book is a Star Wars novel (it's called Traitor).
Doctor Who has made me really appreciate the human race.
I like telling my food, "take that," when I take a bite.
I have a dance made up for each of my cats.
Music in the morning is bliss.
I like getting to the office early when no one else is around, but it never happens.
I will wake up from the deepest slumber if a dog is barking in a 5 mile radius.
I can tell when someone is hurting.
I miss a different friend every day.
My work bubble is pretty much my life.
I don't talk to my friends often enough.
I've never experienced love at first sight. It usually takes a few hours.
I believe kindred spirits are possible.
I contradict myself often.
I will use bar soap if it's the only option.
I have a drying routine when getting out of shower and will not feel dry unless the routine is followed exactly.
Six swipes, give or take a few, is the right amount of deodorant.
I like feeling cold water making its way down into my stomach.
I love hot sauce.
Physical labor is something I enjoy doing.
I will jump on sidewalk grate to see if it's sturdy.
I'm passively working on building a collection of photos with me holding different animals on my lap.
One of my favorite smells is a freshly lit cigarette.
Other good smells -- a new vinyl shower curtain, a just-shot cap gun, vanilla.
Mile High Club? Really? Grow up.
I've shot and killed an animal. I didn't like the feeling.
History is my favorite subject, ever.
I'm in near-constant fear that I'm about to run out of money.
I believe in the existence of alien life somewhere in the universe.
I want to brave the jungles of the Amazon forest before it's gone.
I think pay walls on websites aren't practical. But know they're basically the same as, say, a newspaper subscription.
I contradict myself often.
I repeat myself sometimes.
Hawaii is a place I really want to travel to.
A trip to the Egyptian pyramids would be fantastic.
"Arrested Development" is my favorite comedy ever.
Comedy without cussing intelligent.
I think there is too much cussing in the world.
I cuss daily.
It saddens me when smart television is cancelled.
My superpower is to notice when things aren't aligned or centered.
I hate voicemail.
And fax machines.
One day I'll really re-do my staircase at home.
Baseball is a boring sport to watch on tv.
My favorite color is lime green.
I look sickly if I wear lime green.
I wish I still had freckles.
I love lowering a basketball goal to 8' 6" and slam dunking on it.
I know when I should stop eating, but rarely ever do.
I say "please" and "thank you" and wish others did more often.
I like your eyes.
If you ever want a hug, I'm game.
Even one minute with my favorite people is better than none at all.
Spelunking scares the life out of me.
When I get run down, my skin turns yellow-ish.
My feet are very flat.
I tolerate corn now.
I have the worst record in coin flips.
Blueberries taste like dirt.
Renaissance Festivals are disgusting.
I love a good movie trailer or opening credits to a movie or tv show.
I smack/pop my gum.
I need to trust my first impression about others more often.
I get home sick.
I'll apologize in advance for my direct questions that may make you uncomfortable.
If you want to know something about me, ask.
I'll be honest with you, always.
Flip flops are my favorite shoe-type.
I'd rather go barefoot. (Unless there are rocks present.)
I'm horrible at naps.
Sometimes when in an airplane, I'll forget where I'm at and when I look out the window, I think I've been catapulted somewhere and will die soon.
Andy Kaufman is one of the best comedians ever.
I often wonder why George Clooney and Helen Hunt only play themselves in movies/tv shows.
My left thumb is double-jointed. It's the only double-jointed thing I have.
Almost anything chocolate is superior to candy.
I usually leave my bags packed for at least two days after arriving home.
I take pride in making my lawn look good. (Right now, it's hideous.)
I should brush my teeth more often.
I should really floss my teeth more often.
I sincerely hope you enjoyed this.

Posted by Seth at 01:46 PM | Comments (1)