Awesome Idea: Magnetic Tea

Think about it. What if your brewing tea leaves were magnetic? That would be the PERFECT solution to the age-old problem of filtering/straining. No more would stray bits of tea leaves sneak into your cup and subsequently find their way directly between your teeth. You could steep your loose tea in the pot/glass/kettle/whatever, then simply apply a magnet to the bottom or side to keep the tea leaves from entering your drink.

Then, one could invest electromagnetic teapots, where you could flip a switch and magnetize the the teapot, removing tea leaves from the water with a flip of the switch.

INGENIOUS!

Yes, it is. Shut it.

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Have you ever felt on the cusp of a huge, life-changing realization or decision, but you can't quite throw yourself over the edge? I feel that way right now, though it's not exactly that, either. Feelings are so complex and dumb. Here's the deal, and as a disclaimer, this is a post about my faith, so if you're tired of reading about that, stop now.

I can sum it all up like this: What the crap am I doing?! I'm tired of being lukewarm. Lukewarm in my bible reading, lukewarm in my relationships, lukewarm in my marriage, lukewarm in my faith, lukewarm in my church. It's annoying, and more importantly, it's WRONG.

Revelation 3:15-16 states, "¹⁵I know your deeds, that you are neither cold nor hot. I wish you were either one or the other! ¹⁶So, because you are lukewarm—neither hot nor cold—I am about to spit you out of my mouth."

Ouch.

Christ gives us two commandments to live by: love God and love others. Not just love others like, "I'll love you the best I can," but He said, "As I have loved you, love one another." That's a whole other ball game. Love like Jesus loved? But I'm so selfish!

And there it is. My problem. I am self-centered and selfish, and I hate that about myself, but I also like it. In order to lay down my life and pick up my cross to follow Jesus, I have to lay ME down, and I don't want to. I need to, and my biggest desire is to live my life on the path God lays before me, with no regard for my own wants and desires, because I know true happiness comes by living for God and God alone. But I don't want to give up my wants and desires. I strain so many relationships with my selfishness, and I know this.

So my question is, how do I get over myself? I don't want to do this anymore. Let me be hot or cold, but never again room-temperature.

There are a few other convictions about my faith and the church pounding at me lately, too, but I'll save those for another rant.

Now I will post without reading what I've written. I'm keepin' it real.

There's a blog I want to write

... BUT I CAN'T! I'm not allowed. When I can, I will. But for now, I must stew in my misery and you will have to wait to read it (or not read it).

BAH!

I think I'm winning my work March Madness tourney.

I am a basketball god. ish.

Have a Facebook? I write stuff there now, too.

That's all.

A blog. Ab Log. Abl Og. Ablo, G!

This is a blog. I haven't written one in a while.

I'vebloggggedtoday.

Yours Truly,

Michael

This here one's for Dave.

It's a blog. A collection of thoughts and words published on a "web log" housed on the Interwebs. Blogging, one would assume one has something worthwhile to say which s/he wants to share with the world. As I feel I've proven time and time again, this is not necessarily the case with me. I write blogs with little to no purpose. I don't have a whole lot to say, and if I can't say a whole lot of nothing entertainingly or sarcastically, I tend to lapse in my blogging. Thus my recent hiatus. I probably have a lot of thoughts and lots to say, but I guess I just have trouble publishing it on the web for the whole world (read: my handful of readers) to digest and pick apart. A lot of my thoughts are intensely personal, and though I have no problem talking about my thoughts to someone, writing them down seem to make them more... permanant. My thoughts and feelings change like seconds, and I find a lot of times what I've written does not apply even five minutes after I post it. Thus my nonsense.

So, I will continue to post nonsense when the want strikes me. This one is for Dave not for the content, just because he's bugging me to blog. If he wants to read a blog so bad, HE should read one that HE wrote. Start a blogger account, Dave. Pasa-man. You can do it!

I may even twitter. Check me out.

Friday!!

I love Fridays. They mean I don't have to go to work the next day. I don't really have a lot of concrete plans for the weekend, more like a gazillion home projects, some half-started, to get to. I know I need to put new brakes on my car. That'll probably be at the top of my list because I don't want to die. I need to also work on my backyard. It is a forest of overgrowth and neglect, and I would like to reclaim it. There's a bunch of junk back there I need to get rid of, tree stumps to cut down, grass to cut, brush to clear, etc. I also need to fix a wall in the hallway where my freaking dog ate a hole through it to escape the confines of her own room when we were not there. Yes, my dog ate a hole through a flipping wall.

Does anyone want a dog?

I also have a lot of books/computer junk/memorabilia to go through. It's sitting in front of my fireplace downstairs and must be dealt with soon as the weather is getting colder and it is blocking the heat source downstairs.

So many things to do! Such a lazy me! At least the weather is supoosed to be AWESOME this weekend, so I will probably opt for the outside projects, to get them done, and as an added benefit, maybe kick-start me on the road to making myself un-fat.

That's what my weekend is looking like. Super fun, right? How is your weekend shaping up? Big plans? Do tell.

Things to do on a Thursday.

Thursdays, the post-hump day. What to do? Well, depending on your circumstances, your options may be limitless. Me, I have to work. So my options are A) Work. B) Don't work. While option B is much more appealing, option A pays me. And I gots to get paid.

If you have off on Thursdays, like one pastor-friend-guy I know, you could opt to do schoolwork, like he did, but the range of options opens up greatly with no work on Thursdays. You could go for a drive, eat a pizza (which I could do here at work, too, but these are tough economic times, so I will opt for leftovers and a frozen dinner for lunch. I decided this as a result of having options.), or anything else you want to do.

Options are limitless.

Now, after Thursday comes Friday, but I want to focus here on one Friday in particular. This Friday is 10/31/08, or Halloween. This is a very special day this year. Not because it's a pagan holiday or because my church is doing a great community service by holding a fall festival for community kids. This will be awesome, but not as awesome as the other event taking place this day: a chili cook-off at my work. Thousands upon thousands of people (read: about 12) will be bringing their chili A-game this day to battle it out with their coworkers for the title of "best chili maker at work," and possibly earn a small prize.

I am excited because I made awesome chili, so I think I'll be a contender. I am also excited because I love chili, and though mine is pretty bad-donkey, I get to sample the chilings of my compatriots. RAD.

All hail Thursdays.

My options are limitless

Well, not quite limitless, but more limitlesser than they would be if our phones worked here at work. They aren't working, hence, nothing to do.

MY OPTIONS ARE LIMITLESSLIKE!

So I choose to write a blog about not having anything to do, naturally.

Now I am done. 3.5 minutes wasted.

Right on.

I'm Bored

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Carcinogenic Diet Coke

I am not a diet soda drinker. Anyone who knows me can attest to that. I just overheard a conversation here at work about the lack of studies of the effects of long-term consumption of large quantities of diet soft drinks. To sum up, my coworker fears he will become victim to a new breed of cancer caused by Diet Coke in his latter years.

That would suck. However, if this new cancer would also allow its victim to fly, I think I would start drinking ten gallons of Diet Coke a day, starting now.

You ask, "So, you would willingly subject yourself to [diet] cancer for the ability to fly?" I answer, "You bet."

Lots-o-Thursdays

If I were keeping good track of my life, I would know that today marks the 1,627th Thursday of my life. That's a freaking huge number.

As of right now, I have been alive for 11,382 days, 19 hours, or:

• 983,474,246 seconds
• 16,391,237 minutes (rounded down)
• 273,187 hours (rounded down)
• 1626 (complete) weeks

What do I have to show for all that time? Dunno. I figure I can knock off the first two years as an "I was a baby and couldn't do anything productive" period. That takes some of the sting out of my non-accomplishments.

Happy flipping Thursday!

What I'm not doing

A couple of my coworkers have decided to undertake the huge and daunting task of writing a book(s). One each, respectively. They are pretty awesome writers and I'm sure they'll do great. I, however, am making the official announcement as of right this moment that I have decided to NOT write a book.

YAY!

Why, you ask? Well, seeing as I can't even write a blog to save my life, I figure trying to come up with literally TENS of pages of cohesive awesomeness that would even slightly intrigue my would-be reader is most likely outside the scope of my ability. Thus, I shall not write a book.

The only way I could possibly pull something like that off is if I wrote a book of poetry. I hate poetry. I like songs, but that's like poetry with music. Poetry without music is dumb. To me, anyway. You can have your own opinion, but mine is the only one I care about in this particular matter.

So there.

No book, no cry.

No
Book
No
Cry

I need to get better at guitar

If anyone wants to jam on guitar (or any other instrument for that matter) with me, please let me know. I need more musical stimulation, and I find I get better every time I play with other people.

Jam with me.

It will be cool.

Updated: New Band Name

"My Left Nostril Is Awesome."

Upsetment...

... is not a word.

Two Blogs

Two blogs, two in a day. What do you say? How much can you pay?

What?
What?
What?

Dag straight, hoss. You KNOW that's right!

Rack 'em up.

F'real. Shamon.

Spirograph

Spirograhs make insanely complex math look easy.

You go, spirograph. Rock on.

Friday Awesomeness - Particle Colliders and the Destruction of EARTH!

I've been reading lately about particle colliders (such as the Large Hadron Collider in Europe, AKA a "supercollider"). I am a nerd. The purpose of these thingamabobs is to fire atoms around a HUGE circular tube at near light-speed in opposite directions in hopes that they collide and recreate conditions near to the beginning of the universe. Some people have filed federal lawsuits against these colliders because they fear they will destroy the world by reproducing the conditions at the Big Bang, stating, "the LHC could accidentally create strange new particles that would instantly transform any matter they touched, engulfing the Earth, or, even worse, make a rapidly expanding black hole that could consume the entire planet."

Freakin-A.

I like the Earth. It's my home. It's also the only place I've ever lived. Probably the only place anybody has ever lived, unless you are a Zeta Reticulan. I'm not. I don't think we could really blow up the earth, though. The physics just aren't there. I don't know that we can harness enough power to do that. I would have to wonder why, if we can harness the power to destroy everything that ever existed everywhere by shooting some atoms around a tube, I am paying $4 a gallon for freaking gas? Gasoline:My Wallet. That's the real supercollider.

If destroying the earth has some practical application that benefits me, sign me up. If not, then don't.

I wanted this post to be awesomer, but it's Friday and I'm itching to go home.