Not a 26.2 run at dusk.

In what was perhaps a misguided attempt to woo a girl I agreed to a Twilight Marathon. (It probably didn't work because I use words like 'woo')

....and as much as it destroys my credibility as a man to say this...they weren't horrible.

However, since so many women love these movies, I did my best to understand the insipid messages being weaved throughout a story of unending love and timeless devotion.....with vampires....and werewolves....and a Dakota Fanning that can do the Cruciatus curse.

Apple is the best pie

During church my sis-in-law Jenny was kind enough to help me brainstorm as to why I'm not married.

Apparently the big deal breaker (evidenced by the number of stars and arrows) is that I preferred the straight-backed hard chairs in Sunday School versus the padded and reclined chairs in Sacrament Meeting.

Mac and Cheese BFF

Some friends asked me to doodle a picture or two of macaroni and cheese for a project they are doing. Unfortunately for them, noodles and cheese aren't in my wheelhouse. Robots, missiles, and strangely proportioned people are about all I can muster.

So I went a different route. Maybe it wasn't what they were looking for, but I kind of enjoy it.

I love the idea that Mac and Cheese are best friends.

Cause really, together those two are just about the best.

sCRAPbook

I realize I'm a pretty lame person.
However, I'd like to show you Exhibit A in "Logan v. Haters" that demonstrates I'm actually pretty cool.
Ok, so when it comes down to it, its a scrapbook (shudder) that catalogs all of my concert ticket stubs, photos, set lists, blog posts, etc.

Its gonna be super cool and all y'all are gonna want to thumb through it.

Big 12

There is almost nothing I'd like to see more than for BYU to join the Big 12 in football.

If that happened then we would see a BYU / WVU showdown. My two favorite teams pitted against each other.

If it came to that I would be cheering for BYU, but only on the inside. On the outside I would be cheering for WVU purely because I want to hold a big sign at the game that says:

"Not all Mormons root for BYU"

I mean c'mon, that sign is awesome and would virtually guarantee a little TV time.

Varieties of this sign would also work if I were Catholic and didn't like Notre Dame. Or if I were a truly terrible terrible person, but I didn't support Utah.

PB#

Sammy, my niece, and I bought paint by number kits this past summer. She eventually went back to California and I toiled on alone for a time.
However, it didn't take long for paint by numbering (PB# for short) to take hold among my friends Janna, Jill, Cindy, and even Brigham.
Its the new thing everyone, get into it now before it sweeps the nation and then you can say, "I was doing it before it was a nation-wide craze."

BEFORE:


AFTER:

That reminds me of a story that happened 5 years ago...

During BYU's Education Week I typically walked around with a walkie talkie clipped to my back pocket. This was one of those heavy duty walkies that weighed a ton and had a decent range that reached at least as far from the Wilk to where I took naps at my apartment. (I figure the statute of limitations is over on that little bit of incriminating evidence)
So that is the background:
Anyway I went to use the restroom one afternoon during a class break and ended up standing in a queue to use the urinal. When it came to my turn (at the middle urinal of course) I unbuttoned my trousers and immediately had the weight of the walkie, still clipped to my back pocket, take my pants straight down to the floor....with about ten other bathroom goers standing immediately behind me.
What do you do in that situation?
If you're like me you just lean into the situation, act like you absolutely intended to have your pants on the ground, and then challenge society to rethink its stodgy antiquated urinal rules.