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Remember a month or two ago when Bobby and his converted bus were in the contest and we all voted?
Well, as you probably know, he won. We were the force that pushed him over the edge, and he was very thankful for our help.
This week is the finals, which determines who actually wins the prize. He and one other guy have been going back and forth between first and second place.
On the second day that I was visiting her in Toronto, Annie brought back a pile of books from the library. On the top was a tiny book with a cover so simple that it looked like it might be a children's book about potty training.
"A little book that teaches you when to quit (and when to stick)"
It seemed like a fluffy bit of entertainment. Something like "The Tipping Point" which is fun to read but not exactly a life changer. I was wrong, though. Dead wrong.
The other day in a moment of distraction I went onto YouTube and watched an old video of Mystery and me. I scrolled down to the comments, which I'm sure the authors never expect the subjects of the video to read.
There are, of course, tons of haters bashing all of us. In one clip we're hanging out with Miss Toronto, and they call her a five and say they wouldn't even talk to her. But that's okay. I understand that being chronically single brings a certain level of frustration that can both lead to trying to learn pickup and also to venting on the internet.
There is also a lot of speculation about Project Hollywood, or more accurately, The Game. How much of it was real? How much of it was exaggerated? Since no one who actually lived there has come out and publicly talked about it, I'll quickly run through the common speculations.
Whenever people link to me it shows up in my stats, so I always go visit the site to see why I got linked. A couple weeks ago I followed back to a site called Sushi and Seduction.
The guy who runs the site really has a knack for finding pictures of gorgeous Japanese girls, so of course I started scrolling down looking at the pictures. Then a headline of an article caught my attention.
Self Improvement is a beaten up term. Such a pure and noble meaning, yet it's been dragged through the mud to connotate seminars in low end hotel conference rooms and people who chant, "I manifest everything for life's highest purpose", but live otherwise unremarkable lives.
Self improvement has a stigma to it. It's embarrassing to be into it. So embarrassing, in fact, that some of its modern day figureheads have tried to rename it. Personal Development. Lifestyle Design. Self Actualization. Fluffy euphemisms, some of which admittedly do sound pretty cool.
But I'll come out and say it. I love self improvement. I don't need to call it anything else,I like it for what it is.
I already know that this post is going to get a lot of negative comments like the religion one. And that's because this "every vote counts" dogma that everyone loves so much shares a lot with religion. It's a belief that's held true without a single bit of compelling evidence, and it's a strong belief.
But before I get into that, let's talk about some other things.
First, Obama won and I'm happy about that. I don't think that he's a superhero like a lot of people do. When I look at his positions I disagree with most of them. I disagree with most of McCain's positions as well.
A few minutes ago I had a great idea. I'll set up a super backup system. I'll put a 16gb SD card into my laptop, and then have it automatically back up my projects and photos in the background. Then I'll also set it to backup certain things to the internet, and even more to my external hard drive.
A week ago I had another good idea. Apparently the bugs have been ironed out and MacOS can now be installed on my laptop. Perfect. I love Mac OS and I don't have any particular affinity for Windows.
A couple months ago I was in my RV and had a big thought. The square footage is so small in here that I could install marble floors for next to nothing. How fun would that be to have a tiny RV with marble floors? And while I'm at it, I should put some LED lighting in. It's way more efficient than incandescent lighting.
Today I drove past a store that sells guns and gold. A gun can be a lot of things, one of which is the most useful thing in the world,given the wrong situation. Gold is about survival, especially now. If the economy collapses further, as many economists predict, gold may be a safe place to keep your money.
The pairing makes sense like chicken and waffles does. Two totally different products that are both used by much of the same demographic.
Across the street was a billboard. I followed the rusty post up to the fresh advertisement at the top. "Niemann Marcus at The Domain! Manolo Blahnik! Gucci!". Against the pink background were giant car sized images of expensive stiletto heels.
"Wooohoo! Here we go Charlie! Don't touch my beer. I can still see it, Charlie!"
I don't realize that I am, in fact, Charlie, until my new drunk friend starts petting my fleece from the seat behind me. We're hanging upside down on "Kamikaze", a fair ride that doesn't quite live up to its name.
It occurs to me that a carnival may not be the most Tynan-friendly environment. Every single food available is either deep fried, dipped in some sugary coating, or both.
We stopped posting here abruptly. I wrote that we came back before Todd had the chance to post about running of the bulls, so it sort of just looks like we disappeared.
Time in Austin has been fun and comfortable - too comfortable. The first month or so was easy, but since then we've both been getting antsy.
All we talk about is other countries. We can censor ourselves when other friends are around (sometimes), but when it's just the two of us, the conversation is broken up by these sorts of non sequitiurs: