Carrie Underwood - Stand By You Acoustic Cover (Christina Marie and Jenton)

New YouTube video posted with Christina Marie! Hope you enjoy!

Problem solved! (1 of 3)

How to transport a delicious wrap home from work, with limited supplies?

-Jenton

Hiking up Mission Peak!

Went for a 3 hour hike up Mission Peak! I'm sore as hell. Luckily I've been staying in shape by taking my dog for a lot of walks.

-Jenton

Leftovers

Everyone loves leftovers and bringing home doggy bags from restaurants. But the problem is, there's never enough leftovers to constitute a full meal.

They should make a restaurant called 'Leftovers', where they serve you food a normally, but the portions are so enormous, that there's no way you could finish the whole thing in one meal. So leftovers would be encouraged!

Or they would serve you a normal sized meal, and when you finish, they'll give you a slightly smaller version of that same meal for you to take home!

Kickballs

I learned at a very early age, that I am incapable of flirting with a girl while physically extering myself.

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The first episode that comes to mind is when I was in elementary school. My class was playing kickball, and the cute girl was on the other team. Playing second baseman, I used the down time to think of a clever yet flirtacious quip I could use to playfully taunt her as she rounded the bases. Unfortunately, the kicker that was up before her had kicked a line drive zinger that I pathetically tried to chase after (in vain). 

So after intentionally bobbling the ball on the next play (to allow the cute girl to be stuck on second base with me), there I am huffing and puffing, trying to reduce my heartrate so we can begin our tête-à-tête.

But time is running out and the next kicker is almost up. Not wanting to miss my chance, I just start blurting out bits and pieces of what I wanted to say, which becomes even more unintelligble since every other word seems to be followed by a long desperate gasp for air. 

The cute girl just smiles her cute smile, but this time with a slight air of superiority, as it's obvious to both of us who is in better shape. The game continues, the ball is rolled, and she runs off to third base...  

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I can't think of a second scenario right now, but this is how I reason it. I'm not a very athletic dude (I know it looks like it, but seriously folks...), so during the few times I actually do exert myself, my body has to call upon all of its reserves to power the temple that is Jenton. Unfortunately, this puts my mental capacity at 40%, 25% less than what I need to have a  coherent conversation, and 34% less than what I need to appear folksy.

This is why I never play kickball on a first date. 

Obama = C-C-C-Combo Breaker

Anybody ever see this phrase used in forums and message boards? The definition and origin are hilarious.

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In popular culture, the term "combo breaker" is used to refer to anything that disrupts the repetition of a theme or, in the case of imageboards,meme, sometimes simply being announced in itself with the exclamation "C-C-C-COMBO BREAKER!", which clearly comes from where the term was first mentioned, the first Killer Instinct game.

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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Combo_(video_games)

Example: http://qdb.us/81171

Where it comes from: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ezdptxvyAxo&feature=related

Nightmares and Mopeds

Two part post!

Part one:

So I had a weird nightmare last night (I can hear the groans now. Nobody ever wants to hear about someone else's dreams).

The dream was taking place in present day, and for some reason, I had decided to re-attend high school. I was looking around for where my classes were, and the entire time I was thinking to myself, "Jeebus. I thought I was done with school. What the hell am I doing back here?"

And also, for some reason there was a train going by right on the edge of the school campus. I was debating whether or not to jump the train and get the eff out of Dodge, when I called my mom to ask her why I had decided to go back to school (I assumed there must've been a fairly decent reason).

And then I woke up (clichè alert #1). Oh my buddha was I relieved when I realized it was just a dream (clichè alert #2).

I was thinking some more about this dream earlier today and I realized something. A couple years ago, I wrote a song that had the lyric: "What do you do when all your dreams become better than your reality?" (sounds sort of lame sauced by itself, but it made more sense in the context of the song...I hope). I thought back on when I wrote that song and I do remember my dreams being better than the life I was living.

Then I thought about my latest dream slash nightmare and the other dreams I've been having recently. A lot of them have been the type where I wake up and I'm like, "Oh my buddha..."

So I'm very proud to say that in this current stage of my life, my reality has become better than my dreams. I'd be interested to know if anyone else is also experiencing this stage of life or if I am just going loco.

Part two:

I was mopeding back home from the Bart station (Bay Area Rapid Transit), and I ran a red light. Luckily it was in a quiet intersection and there was really no harm no foul (and no ticket). I felt pretty silly about it, and in an attempt to convey my apologies to the other drivers around me, I did that Anime-scratch-behind-your-head-sheepish-shoulder-shrug thing. Except I was wearing my helmet,  so I'm not sure if the gesture translated properly. 

Then, a few moments after the red light run, I take my customary u-turn to get into my development. As I finish the turn, some douchebag in a douchebag-worthy car drives by me and yells, "Get a clue ya idiot!"

To which I quickly replied, "Shut up!". But again, I had my helmet on, so I don't think the bag of D heard me.  

What irked me even more about this rude gus, was that he wasn't even affected by my red light transgression. If anything, the minivan that I severely cut off at the light had much more reason to chew me out, but she just drove by, ignoring it.

That was probably the first or second time I have ever blantantly ran a red light. I'm usually pretty good with lights. The reason I missed it was legitimate though. I was trying to see how many times I could recite the alphabet aloud in one breath.  I was about to hit the 3x mark when I got to that red light. Must've got distracted.