I don't like Burger King anymore.

That may seem a little intense. I'll still eat there, but once upon a time, I was asking for BK gift cards for Christmas. A few weeks ago I had a #1 from The King and almost immediately regretted it after the first bite. It was exactly as I remember it, thick, juicy, heavy. Something just wasn't right though, Jennie had gotten me off the stuff for to long. It was like I'd gotten it out of my system and the hit was too hard.

I seriously felt awful the rest of the day and the effect of that big, delicious, disgusting hamburger on my system was none too pleasant. I have my wife to thank for ruining me to fast food. She got me off and kept me from thinking about it long enough to get over the withdrawal. If you are like me, I know you can do it.

I've lost almost 10 pounds since I've cut most of the fast food out of my diet. I can still eat the occasional Wendy's burger, which by the way doesn't give me that sinking feeling as I eat it (The new "stack attack" does). I just don't crave it like I used to. You heard it here first, and I imagine that this is the only place you will hear it, but I'm just not into BK anymore. Confession over.And here is the rest of it.

Seeking Venture Capitalists:

My wife and I have been making our lunches. As such I have gotten a handle on my calorie intake and because of that have lost nearly 10 pounds. I am looking for 10 more. Why do I need a Venture Capitalist to help me lose 10 pounds? I don't, I'm just rambling. Take the jump to see why I need some one rich to give me millions.

Because we've been making our lunch we've been trying out various "lunch time digestibles transportation medium solutions", lunch bags for short. We've amassed a rather large ball of plastic bags that we've been using to carry our lunches in, pluching a bag every night and filling it with delicious lunch type foods. But, I'm feeling decidedly ungreen throwing away a lunch bag every day when I know it won't ever disappear from the face of the earth. I'm pretty sure I'm going to use all of them in some kind of cool Instructables type way anyways.

Still, why do I need a Billion dollars from a Venture Capitalist? The answer is simple. The market for adult lunch boxes is completely untapped! Think about it, you've got your branded kid lunch boxes. (Side not: How can Batman be as deeply artistic as everyone thinks it is and still be on half the lunch boxes I've looked at? Jar Jar Binks was not given the same leniency) You've got your adult coolers, but those aren't really lunch boxes are they? They're more like the fanny pack of the picnic scene. I refuse to get involved with the fanny pack.

So, I think me and some rich guy should start making designer adult lunch boxes, no camo, no Hannah Montanna, just nice clean lines and colors that help you get through the work day without sporking someone to death. I think it could be huge. If you're tired of being marginalized by the lunchbox mafia, then rise up and demand a better lunchbox! Demand Chris' Designer Adult Lunchbox.

My new blog:

In celebration of barely giving this blog enough attention, I'm starting another one! It's called "The Human Bladder" after this great Alfred Hitchcock quote about the length of movies in relationship to the strength of the human bladder. It's going to be a movie review blog, but all the reviews are going to be short, short and short. I figure that you've got a lot to do, so I'll just give you my completely biased view of the movie and we'll move on. So check it out, in it's infancy, right here. And here is the rest of it.

Watch me blow your mind:

Are you watching?

Take this tall pint of frothy deep thought in and see if your head doesn't spin.

I was recently around a very nice, thoroughly Christian woman, who is a great parent and solid american citizen and as such the sarcasm and general rudeness of any statement I make shouldn't be viewed as an attack on her, but one the thought process of so much of the population. Take the jump to have your mind blown.

With that giant run on sentence out of the way, let me tell you a story that will blow your mind, remember me talking about that a second ago? The topic of "The Simpsons" came up in conversation one day and this dedicated and well intentioned mother said something along the lines of, "I don't let my mine watch those misbehaving kids." Then another mother nodded in agreement. It's been a few days and I was just making up my Amazon.com wish list when I happened to run across the ample seasons of The Simpsons. I almost clicked it then I heard that nice and fully competent mother's voice in my head.

I paused and thought about what I was going to do, then I started thinking about this. If it is so bad for children to watch a cartoon television show under the watch of their parents then how much worse is it to send them to public school where the kids are worse than Bart could ever hope to be and some of the teachers make Homer look like a role model.

I have lots of friends who home school or are going to homeschool. They get abused for their choice a lot by parents who think their kids need to be around the things that they abhor on television. I think the logic is pretty strong that if you don't think your kids should be around it when it's fake, then your kids shouldn't be around it when it's real. So if you've ever thought that way, then check your hypocrisy switch, it might be flicked.

I'm not trying to draw a line in the sand either. Home schooling isn't for everyone and a lot of that is because of time and cost. Don't hate me. It's a sticky topic, one best answered by Voddie Baucham. He's pretty fair and balanced. Wink Wink.

You may now begin picking up the pieces of your mind.

Post 100

I'm pretty amazed that I've stayed with this blogging thing. For a second I'd like to thank anyone who has read my blog. I have a stats thing that tells me that people from all over the world accidentally end up at my blog. So, for those of you who have intentionally or unintentionally spent time with the spoo, I thank you. I hope you've laughed and I hope that you've thought, maybe a little? Hopefully you found something that made you think about the God who redeemed me amongst the ridiculousness.

Either way, I've enjoyed everything from the raging catholics to the failed attempts at running contests. It's been a good time. I know 100 posts for some blogs happens within weeks, but this is still pretty cool, thanks for reading.And here is the rest of it.

How I spent last night:

We have some leaders coming into town to lead a Experiencing God seminar that will kick of like four months of Experiencing God bible studies in about nine churches in our association. So, it's a big to pretty big deal at the church. The leaders need a place to stay and my wife and I needed motivation to clean our apartment up. Sounds like a match made in heaven.

Take the jump to found out how I spent my night preparing for our visitors.

After we got married I was a whirling dervish of unpacking prowess. My wife was equally as impressive as myself, if not more. Then we hit the wall. We had unpacked everything and gotten piles of like items together. We just didn't have a place for everything. So it all set, in piles, in our apartment.

Then, about a week ago, we got the book shelf, from Big Lots. A few days ago I set it up, with the knowledge that we had visitors coming and needed to get a month of cleaning into a few days. The book shelf was the missing piece, we got our books out of boxes and our crap into those boxes and those boxes into the storage closet. We were making crazy good time.

Then we had to decorate, that's what I did last night, till three in the morning. I hung and positioned and hid things in ways that would make HGTV proud. The decoration part was easy if not never-ending. The thing that got me was this one wedding gift, a candle, a candle hurricane vase. We got two and the one in question was king of slowly deformed by heat and pressure in my car for a week.

Needless to say, I decided that my job was to fix this candle. It would be as simple as heating the wax and bending back the wonky portions. This process started at about ten o' clock and consumed me till my wife took the candle from me. That, by the way, was right before we went to bed.

I used a hairdryer first. I tried all three of the heat settings and both of the loudness settings. I did a good job of keeping the heat moving so as not to melt one spot more than another. Of course the goal isn't to melt anything, it's just to soften the half inch think wax. Fun fact, half inch think wax is the most obstinate substance on the plant. They should make tanks out of the stuff.

I gave up on the hairdryer, it was just melting the shiny outer layer. So I thought to myself, "Self, we're just addressing this one area, we need to heat the whole candle." So I put the candle in the oven. I was smart though and put it on the WM or warming setting. First I set it on it's base, which was silly because the pan I had set it on was heating up faster than the candle and melting the base. So I flipped it, but first noticed that the wax paper I had laid down was melting and spreading all over the pan. "No time for that I thought.", and proceeded to put the candle top down on the baking sheet. This did not return the results I had hoped for either.

The process I used during this whole experiment was to heat the candle then try and reshape it with my hands by pushing or pulling as I saw fit. I tell you that so you'll appreciate that I saw the first crack appear during this period of reshaping. The crack was about an inch and a half down the side and I thought I could just melt it closed. So I stood there with a lighter and tried to squeeze close the gap and hold the lighter close enough to make the wax melt.

This whole experiment didn't happen in a vacuum, my wife was there the whole time, being patient and stealing me away to carry something or clean something. But, I would always come back to the candle. Normally the pulling away process went something like this.

Jennie: "Chris, leave the candle alone. I need your help with this box/crate/heavy thing/llama."

Chris: "I can't right now, the candle is mocking me with it's rigidity!"

Jennie: "Chris! Let the candle go."

Chris: "Look at it! It's laughing at me! Do you want the candle to beat me? Do you ?!?"

Jennie: "No sweetheart, I don't want the candle to beat you. Just move this box/crate/heavy thing/llama."

Chris: (Wielding a knife at candle) "You won't beat me! We'll see who's the better man when I get back."

That went on for about 5 hours. My wife is so patient. It was at this point I tried the more holistic approach of letting a tiny tea light burn inside of the candle. I would come back ever 20 minutes or so to try and reshape the devil candle. I tried to watch the crack.

After about an hour and a half of slow roasting with the tea light, the wax got thin and I could feel it give. Of course I had to reach into the candle to adjust it and lava hot wax would cover my fingers. This was a matter of my manhood. The candle was mocking me.

I would move the candle a little and step away. Slowly it started to give up it's bend. Then I noticed the other crack. Then I noticed the other crack. Then I noticed the other crack. I had effectively torn the candle to pieces while feeling good about the movement I was creating. I was crushed. I had taken a bent but still attractive candle and turned it into my own Frankenstein's candle. I told Jennie I could fix it, but she just held me, wiped my tears and told me that it was OK and I had tried real hard.

If you come by the apartment, the candle is on display, on the bottom right hand shelf of the book case. We've hidden my Hannibal Lecter style desecration of the candle as best we can. I've started processing the valuable lesson I learned that night and I'm pretty sure it has something to do with what I have as a priority or something like that. Maybe it's more about my focus. Maybe the big lesson is that you've got to just throw out some junk sometimes instead of wasting time trying to fix it.

Or maybe it's that I'm not a candle repair expert, and shouldn't try things I don't know how to do when ruination of the object I'm trying to repair in a possibility.

Spoo From The Vaults:

A year ago my sister in law was getting married. I was originally going to be the officiant at their wedding. Because of silly laws I was unable to perform those duties, which is a blessing as I have since then performed my first wedding and it made me more nervous than I've ever been. . . ever. Either way, it was a beautiful wedding and I've since then become her brother-in-law and love being married. All of this to say, I didn't have any good content to put up and I've been thinking about how awesome my wife is.

It's a good life.

Take a gander by following this link to the old article. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed living it. And here is the rest of it.

Batman: The Dark Hype

I think this little video sarcastically sums up my thoughts on the ridiculousness surrounding TDK. I'm getting tired of nine year olds pretending to be the joker.

And here is the rest of it.