Tuesdays with Muerte

Click to enlarge I feel very strong about the following statement, "Whatever."  Just because something is sacred for me, doesn't mean I will deny someone else their voice. Just because an article distorts the truth  about the financial dealings of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and is borderline slanderous doesn't mean that it shouldn't exist.  On the contrary, this serves as an opportunity for me to share the real story. The illustration  above  is a parody of a famous LDS painting by C. Christensen   depicting John the Baptist conferring the priesthood of Aaron (Moses' Brother) upon Joseph Smith and Oliver Cowdery. This is an important moment for me because it marks the return of Heavenly Father's priesthood power and authority to act in His name since the death of the original 12 apostles. The only other Church that even claims this priesthood authority from God by the laying on of hands by one with authority is the Catholic Churc...

3 funniest moments from that afternoon: The best was when we were all cruising around BYU campus in an extra-long golf cart. Tanner asked Tyler, our BYU tour guide, "Can I drive?" "No." "But I'm totally awesome at MarioKart!!" Tanner confidently explained. We continued along in silence. Little Annie and I were buddies while walking through the Hinckley Center. She was wearing a skirt too big for her waist. And apparently her underpants were also a few sizes to big because as we passed an elevator full of people exiting, her drawers dropped to the floor giving everyone a show; she was oblivious to the social consequences of her situation.  (The teens in the elevator got the biggest kick out of it.) Waving at the BYU students with Sienna while cruising around in the "stretch limo" to see who would wave back.  She was sooooo nervous!

This 5 cent, plastic mask thing is freaky! When I put it on, I become completely anonymous.  When I approach people, even my closest friends and family, they look at me with fearful eyes and take up a defensive posture.  The power frightens me.  So the mask rests on my thumb tack on my wall, waiting for the day the world needs me — to become a superhero. Potential superhero names: The Vato of Virtue Mr. Buttersworth JD The Conservative Gangster Immigracionator (or just Migra-nator)

Really?  Really?? This image bothers me on so many levels. Whiteman running --> Blackman walking Business Asian — They start young Leaving work on Fridays GIF from my favorite YouTube video of all time! QWOP Cosplay — For nerds only Ghost-ride that Big Wheel, Son!  “I don't want whatever I want. Nobody does. Not really. What kind of fun would it be if I just got everything I ever wanted just like that, and it didn't mean anything? What then?” ― Neil Gaiman, Coraline

On July 2, FamilySearch indexers and arbitrators from around the world joined together for 24 hours in what became a mind-boggling event in so many ways.   We passed the 5 million records goal in less than 16 hours and just kept going! Congratulations to the 46,091 indexers and arbitrators who participated in this historic event. Final Record Count: 7,258,151 Indexed 3,082,728 Arbitrated 10,340,879 Total

Kickstarter - A New Stretch Goal from Ministry of Supply on Vimeo . I want to pledge $150 for an Apollo shirt and two base layers; one temperature regulating, the other not. My size is: Slim cut Neck — 15 /1/2 Sleeve — 34/35

This face comes out when strangers call me things like: Bro Bud Buddy Guy Big Guy (My) Friend Cuz Bucko Pal Sport Tiger Skippy Champ Scooter Ace Hoss Boss Kiddo Junior Partner Sparky Cowboy Hefe Amigo Slick Stud I guess it would be acceptable for someone like Clint Eastwood (or the modern day equivalent) to refer to me as  Big Guy . But even then, I'd probably be thinking in the back of my mind, "Huh. Didn't even ask my name. Clint Eastwood is too busy or self-important to make any new meaningful relationships." I'm not too difficult to please; just tack on an iota of creativity, and I'll appreciate the effort.  Make something up that makes fun of my clothes or stature or the current situation we are in. I will cheerfully respond to nicknames like: Your Handsomeness, Toothpick, Comrade Schlotskins, Muerte, Peachfuzz, Wheels, Fatso, Chief, Buzz, The Great Bertón, Lone Pine, Monsignor, Charlemagne, Sexy Pants, Brodisahtvah...