Tuesdays with Muerte

Do NOT wear your socks for more than 12 hours. Consequences may be severe!

Who was Guido Fawkes ? I asked a few random people today, just like Jay Leno does, and some of their answers were pretty, darn funny: "Guy Fox? He's that one guy with the microphone on Sesame Street." "Is he the president of Channel 13?" but the best and most accurate response I got was "I don't know." Hint: "Remember, Remember the 5th of November." They also made a movie about him! Remember, remember, the 5th of November The Gunpowder Treason and plot ; I know of no reason why Gunpowder Treason Should ever be forgot. Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, 'Twas his intent. To blow up the King and the Parliament. Three score barrels of powder below. Poor old England to overthrow. By God's providence he was catch'd, With a dark lantern and burning match Holloa boys, Holloa boys, let the bells ring Holloa boys, Holloa boys, God save the King! Hip hip Hoorah ! Hip hip Hoorah ! A penny loaf to feed ol...

Preface Note: I do not do drugs.  I just have weird dreams. Last night, I was groggily flipping through TV channels, when a sitcom called Bored To Death caught my attention. A budding writer bravely approached a famous film director at a NYC gala. I don't know why, but I immediate resonated with the writer's character. The prestigious director: "So, I really love your [writing]: dark, funny, perverted…beautiful. You must really suffer from the terrifying clarity of your vision." Novelist: "Thank you. I do suffer. Thank you." Cut to my Life "Yes! Thank you. I Do! I do suffer. Daily!" The words echoed in my mind as if I were responding to the director. "You have no idea what I go through every night. AND THE MORNINGS! The mornings are worse. When I fall back asleep, my visions become more lucid than before. And don't even get me started on what afternoon naps do to me!" I've been steeling cat-naps recently. (...

"The Prisoner is the story of one man's desperate quest to find his way back to his old life and claim his freedom. But with each step, the journey becomes more complicated. And as secrets unravel, the way out becomes less clear. It's an adrenaline-pumping, edge-of-your-seat thriller = one that will ultimately make you question what you think is real. The Prisoner: You only think you're free. " This nine-minute trailer for AMC's mini-series The Prisoner debuted at Comic-Con last month. I didn't discover it until just today. This remake "re-creation" of Patrick McGoohan's 1967 iconic British television show stars James Caviezel and Ian McKellen; two very gifted actors. The mini-series will air Sunday November 15th, at 8/7c. While you watch the trailer, think about how it is similar to other popular films and shows you've seen. I thought this show looked like a combo of "The Island," "The Village," ...

Be a Man! Get Involved! This November, you have the opportunity to help raise money for research into prostate cancer and depression by participating in Movember . Whether you're a brother or a sister, Movember is the month in which people gather together to grow and compare mustaches (and/or other body hair if you are unable to grow a mo). Participants from around the world begin the month clean shaven and cultivate their mustaches throughout the month. The month climaxes with participants comparing and appreciating each others mustaches in a manly, non-gay way. e.g. "Dude, I'm gonna grow out the fattest mo this Movember!" Save the world! Visit the International Movember Website .

*Now go back and HOVER YOU MOUSE OVER EACH PICTURE for a special message.

When attending church, I can't seem to escape it. It doesn't matter which class I attend. I'll sit down in a distraction-free area, and then immediately after the opening prayer, two people directly in front of me will go at it. Someone always ends up scratching the other one's back; girl-girl, girl-guy or visa versa (rarely guy-guy, unless it's a particularly boring Elder's Quorum lesson). Back-scratching is like a pervasive pandemic in my ward. Once a couple sees someone else doing it, they join in the commotion. Within minutes, there is cacophony of nails scratching against suit coats and dresses permeating the classroom or chapel in near-perfect 7.1 Dolby Surround Sound. Parishioners seem appear out of nowhere to distract and taunt me. A few weeks ago, Felicia, a girl my roommate and I met through volleyball, surprised me by driving all the way across town to attend sacrament meeting with me and my roommate, Scott. The three of us casually visite...