Ladies and Gentlemen:

They've done it again. I don't know how they continue to do this, but again, Apple baffles me. I thought it was nuts that they had dual processors in their towers. They have now topped themselves by unveiling the Quad G5..... 4 freaking processors. I don't know what else to say.

Intense:

We get DVD loops every month of Christian music videos. As I was looking at the back, I noticed an artist who once was my highest played cassette tape: T-Bone. Laugh all you want, I thought I was bad because I listened to his brutal rhymes about spiritual warfare. Looking back, I wondered if it was truly glorifying God or simply an excuse to be voilent? I'll let you decide:

Cause Ima straight up pyscho sick in the head
Lynchin them demons wit a bat
Cause them Christians understand I be that straight up pyscho
Lynchin them demons wit a bat, rat ta tat tat

Goes my gat, when I be pushin up
on that trigger that be on my steel
And thats for real, I be knockin them demons out like Holyfield
Well buck buck buck, yea them demons be gettin struck
Cause a demon tried to do my wrong
He's lyin to me tryin to tell me
that Jesus didn't love and He wasnt real
So I stole up on his grizill
I got up on my knees and startin
lynchin that demon wit a spiritual prayer
Just like in the rugged rhyme sayer *mixing sounds*
Demons try to step they get struck on the dome
Or grill so chill before I get bucked wild

Cause Ima straight up pyscho kinda like Micheal
Myers, I'm eatin up the devil like Dryer's ice cream
If you know what I mean
And I got a bald head just like Mr. Clean
Cause I'm clean from the sin
Got the Holy Ghost within
My soul, so I won
Cause the blood of the Son
Was shed and red so that we can be forgiven
Now I be slayin them sucka demons like a turkey on Thanksgiving
Word is bomb, I broke the devil's arm
So ring the alarm, I conquered demons just like Babalon
Conquered Judah, I don't praise buddah, don't smoke that huddah
And like Das Effects I'm comin straight from the sewer
Who knewa, stuff that I had last year wit no fear
I step up to that demon and I beat him down
Wit a rugged sound comin straight from the underground
Demons dry to strike, I peel their cap

Its like that when I got my strap
So whats it to ya, boo ya
Another demon got blasted
And now its time to get drastic
Like Jurrasic Park, demons try to creep in the dark
But what they don't know is that I be waitin around the corner
Wit my heater, down to beat a
A demon til he's screamin and afraid
Demons can't fade cause I got my King James switch blade
In my hand, jaded that be B I B L E
The Basic Instructions Before Leavin this planet
And like Janet, Jackson God is in control
So act like ya know
That I be that knick knack paddy wack
Psycho dog T-Bone, buckin demons upside the dome
Wit the chrome, cause I'm that lunatic from Frisco
And I'm still down wit E-Dog and Bisco
So loud up the clip and spray
I smoke demons and leavin em in an ash tray
Cause I'm that brother that really don't care
Got no hair, go ahead and dare
Me to put in work, those demons are hurt
I'm be doin dirt, cause when it comes to demons I'm steamin
So I'm down to catch a body if the body be the devil's
Wit the bass and treble, yo I'm takin it to a higher level
Mutalatin demons when I'm on the mic I'll
Then shoot em wit my riffle
Cause Ima

Cause Ima straight up pyscho sick in the head
Lynchin them demons wit a bat
Cause them Christians understand I be that straight up pyscho
Lynchin them demons wit a bat, rat ta tat tat

I don't know how to act, cause I'm goin insane in the brain
This is one lunatic that they can't maintain
Cause Ima pyschopathic latin causin racket
Demons couldnt calm me wit a straight jacket
Packin the Bible every single day of my life
Cause 1 2 3, the devils' after T
Bone on the micra-phone
Everyday, so I pray pray pray
Til my hair turns grey
I turn away from sin and chose a path thats narrow
Duckin and dodgin the devil's arrows
That he be throwin in my direction
Put my protection is in Jesus Christ
So I do not need a gang or a crew
So whacha gonna do
Cause the devils' after you
Patna, yeah

Boo ya.

Standing Guard of Stalking Grads?:

I hate public pools. I hate them because it means that I have to expose my out of shape self to whoever journeys to partake in it's aquatic bliss. Yes, you may pick up on some self-consciousness there because it is definitely in place. But that is besides the point.

Last night I took Tyler, my host brother, swimming at the YMCA. His class had been swimming in phys ed over the past couple of weeks and his interest in swimming has been sparked. After some bartering, I agreed to take him swimming if he would first help me decorate for Barn Bash (Fusion's biggest fall outreach - www.barnbash.com - yeah, that's right - we're giving away a Nano). So we went.

You have to understand, I do not have my glasses on or contacts in, so I am quite blind. If it looks like I am staring in the direction of something, I can't really see detailed what it looks like. Pay mind that I am not staring at anyone - it would go against everything I've been fighting for, but that is a different topic. Just know that I can't see, so it doesn't sound like I am doing anything inappropriate.

Now that we have a disclaimer, I shall continue. So we're doing this whole swimming thing and of course there is a life guard on duty. Again, I can't see a blasted thing, but I am guessing from the amount of hair the guard had on its head that is was a female life guard. That's nice. I know that if I'm drowning, someone a third of my size with be trying to rescue me.

What I noticed beyond that was that she seemed to be following us. Now, I'm fine with a girl taking initiative and such, but I usually like to be on a first name basis with them before I'm ok with that... and even then it takes the right timing, chemistry, etc. She didn't say a word to us.

When I really took notice to this was when we got into the whirlpool. She came over to ask if we wanted to jets on, I politely responded and thanked her for her assisance.... and she stood in the whirlpool on the stairs while we were in there. I thought this kind of odd and looked over at Tyler who picked up the same thing. Was one of us looking extra makie-outie last night or was this chick just doing her job?

As we switched over to the other pool, so did she. This is the point at which I am slightly overanalyzing the situation. Was she simply doing her job or was she stalking us? We left soon after without a word, only unanswered questions. But we both felt amiss about something.

i Hombre tonto !:



Silly man... yeah, that's me. Because poor Shiela is in the shop, I've been graciously borrowing a car from my host family. The unfortunate reality (especially in today's economy) or driving is that you need gas to do so. Not a problem. I've been driving their car, so it is only right that I put some fuel in it.

Easier said than done.

I drive up to the pump and already there are these two jolly Mexican dude standing by their pickup truck smiling and laughing as this dumb kid pulls up to 3 different pumps trying to figure out which side the gas cap is on. Finally the one of them stands by an open pump, directing me in. I gave them a good chuckle and they were off.