3x5 story

I have a habit of drawing random little pictures on 3x5 notecards. Usually a fun pastime.
Not too long ago I started thinking up a narrative in my head to connect a few of the random pictures (most pictures include robots and penguins, so its not too hard to connect them all together)

These are the first ten drawings (they're in order) and its supposed to be about a robot who doesn't like his job or what other robots do (assuming that the primary function of robots is to destroy life....c'mon its in all the movies) so he is exiled......

I'll need all the help I can get

I'm giving up Coke.

But just for forty day.

Please, I'm not that strong.

During an all-nighter (ok just until 4, but then I woke up at 8, that's worth something) and consuming copious amounts of caffeine infused "fizzy drinks" I realized I'm a total addict.
The next day I was having all sorts of problems....

I've always said if I have a super-power it is my incredible geographic knowledge (Atlas Man! Ask if you want to see my costume designs) but in a close second it would be the ability to feel caffeine move through my body until it finally reached the tips of my fingers.
That is probably closer to a problem than it is a super-power

So yes, for Lent, I'm giving up Coke.

In light of a recent post I want to assure my mother that I still love her and I'm sure she can find other ways to show me she loves me.


Or what is more likely to happen:

Good times good times

So last night the Geography computer lab looked something like this:


Note the column, this plays a significant role.
It was getting pretty late and people started filing out and I soon found myself alone.

Now I'm not one to ever sing in public, I have a really awful voice, but if I'm alone why not?
I've got my iPod going and headphones on, so me and Portugal. The Man start rocking out together.
We were sounding awesome. I mean we were clicking. The climax came as we were singing their song Colors. It has this awesome chorus that sings:

"I'm not afraid to die, cause all these colors will change."

So I'm harmonizing along with the whole band at this point and when they aren't singing I'm either making the violin sound or improvising my very own percussion track. (If you'd like to hear the song you can listen to it here) Ya, we were in the zone that night.
And since I'm alone, I'm really letting loose.

As I'm sure most of you can guess......I wasn't alone.


Ya.....it got awkward.

Am I?

I've always felt I had a pretty good sense of humor and because of this I feel that the greatest failings in my life are when I've been incapable of making someone laugh.
If that happens I typically blame it on that they must not have a sense of humor (the greatest fault a human being can have) because otherwise this is what starts to enter my mind:
I can't be 'not funny' cause I'm funny, that is what defines me.
Without funny, what am I? I'm nothing.
Just a hollow shell, another mass of flesh sucking this world dry of valuable resources needed for people who actually contribute and make a difference. I mean I have no other skills or endearing traits ('funny' as a skill is arguable) what am I to do if I'm not funny?!

Oh well, at least I know I got a few laughs in Elders Quorum today.

For no reason: A robot attacking a city.

Offensive

I probably offend people a lot.

More than I'm sure I realize.
I just don't have much of a filter between my brain and my mouth. (See above illustration) Pretty much just a pipe from my brain to my mouth. Nothing to stop a bad idea or inappropriate comment.
(This diagram is also a pretty good representation of my digestive tract, just a pipe from my mouth to my....nevermind.)

If I was in their shoes, I doubt I'd be offended, I'd probably just not laugh. Cause its really not worth it to be offended. Interestingly enough, that is the surest way to get to me and put me in my place if I'm ever out of line (Me? What?) Just don't laugh and I'll know I went too far.

To sum up:

1. I don't mean it personally, so get over it.

2. That digestive tract comment was out of line. Unfortunately I can't see your scowling faces, so I'll just go on assuming it was kind of funny.

I coke you too

We've never been one of those families that says "I love you."

We do love each other, at least I think we do, if we don't it just makes the fact that we pick on each other so much really sad and probably unhealthy.

I went and saw my parents tonight and as I left I said, "Why aren't we one of those families that says 'I love you' in situations like this?" (Maybe I secretly wish we were one of those families...I don't know.)

They both replied to this by saying, "I love you Logan." However the sarcasm at that moment was pretty overpowering.
My mother then added, "Why do I need to say 'I love you' when you can look out in the garage and see a fresh twelve-pack of coke waiting for you every week?"

Breathtakingly beautiful

While still in accordance with her rule to never buy a calendar until after the new year, Kristen picked me up this beauty.
I thought it was pretty sweet of her, I love it, and it makes me laugh every time I look at it.

How they portray West Virginia:


How I remember West Virginia:

When I'm not pointing out where they obviously had to photoshop a trailer out of the scene or the removal of a sewage pipe emptying directly into a pristine and clear creek, I just laugh and enjoy a little nostalgic trip.

West Virginia really gets a pretty bad rap. It is simply gorgeous and easily the most laid back and hospitable state in the union. (Except for one glaring exception. You know who you are and what you did.)

This calender has had two extreme side effects, namely an increase in the telling of funny mission stories and the acute desire to go back now that I will have time to just sightsee.