crash and myrn

i think it is safe to say what began as a joke, was envisioned on a sleepless night, and created in a lackluster weekend, has ended up an utter and complete FAILURE. as a farewell, to the blog that never really got off the ground- crashed and myrned if you will... here's to you. [sidenote: if your eyes do not well up with tears when watching this clip of the saddest disney movie ever made put to the inspirational stylings of mariah carey and whitney houston, i do believe you have a heart made of stone.]

lincoln love

"the probability that we may fail in the struggle ought not to deter us from the support of a cause we believe to be just."
- abraham lincoln

i may not be able to tell you who the first four presidents of the united states were, but i can tell you that out of all 44, lincoln is one of my favorites. so what if he's everyone's favorite? [everyone but maybe robert e. lee (whom did you know was related to washingtons, as in george?). too much interbreeding going on back then if you ask me.] i think lincoln was incredible, thus he is one of my faves. i mean who were you expecting me to say? william howard taft? couldn't tell you one thing he accomplished during his presidency or even when he was president. all i remember about him was that he was too large to fit in his own bathtub. now there's a legacy.

Thought this was interesting:

Hi, my name is Steve Martin.
I'm a comedian, an actor and a "wild and crazy guy"
who loves to play the banjo.
And I'm a Mormon.

To learn more visit www.mormon.org

ricky bobby couldn't handle this cougar

clever. can't say i'm above it...errrybody jimmer, err-errrybody jimmer.

8:25 am on a Monday morning...

Dawn suddenly breaks, the light transfixing through the cracks in the window shades piercing the heavy eyelids of this weary weekend warrior. The uninvited orange glow of the new day is an all too sudden reminder of past day's mistakes and the detriment waged on his tabernacle of clay. Untried eyes ineffectively guide his hand reaching heedlessly for the phone on the night-stand. His movement is fueled by a childlike optimism that the phone might posses some remedy for this coalescence of physical and emotional suffering brought on by the abrupt awakening. He squints as the knuckle of his index finger pushes against his eyelid bringing the words: 1 New Voicemail into focus. A glimmer of hope...

Then Myrn's voice comes in on the answering machine...

(click on the words if you would like a video reenactment)

I dont understand why

See its myrning me to hold onto this

I know this is something I gotta do

But that dont mean I want to

What im trying to say is that... I-Love-You. I just

I feel like this is coming to an end

And its better for me to let it go than hold on and hurt you

I gotta let it myrn

This is the story told from the perspective of the person on the other end of the call from Myrn. Sometimes, when you live like Usher Raymond or Myrn, you just gotta let it BURN and I can respect that.

G.O.A.T.

GREATEST

OF

ALL

TIME

1958 - FOREVER