Thursday, July 23, 2009

This is a video that I made for the charity set up in my brother’s honor. It gives an overview of what we did during our trip to Kenya.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

I think this guy would make the most badass Lex Luthor EVER. Even superman would have a hard time matching his coordination. (Thanks to Tripp for this)

Monday, June 22, 2009 Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Check out this video that my roommate Matt edited. The footage is all stuff that we shot over a couple days testing out my boss’ new red camera.

Thursday, April 30, 2009

Well NOW I want one.

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

ESP at McDonald’s

This morning:

I pull into the drive-thru full of confidence, already knowing exactly what I am going to get and anticipating the deliciousness that is to come.

The drive-thru speaker squelches. “Hello and welcome to McDonald’s, would you like to try an iced mocha?”


She nailed it. I DO want an iced mocha. Not only do I want an iced mocha, that’s ALL I want. What now? My confidence has completely vaporized. In all my years of being offhandedly offered three layer enchiritos, firecracker chicken sandwiches, and other bizarre specials, I’ve never been offered what I actually wanted. Yes, I still WANT the mocha, but now she’s beaten me to the punch. I can’t possibly give her the satisfaction of feeling like she talked me into something.

Think. THINK!

I nearly order the “big breakfast” in a blind panic, “I… uh… I’ll just have an iced mocha actually,” I say awkwardly. It was weird, somehow sounding like it simultaneously completely ignored her question and acknowledged it. Either way, I feel she got the impression that I was going to order it well before she opened her stupid, prophetic mouth.

I pull around nervously ready to meet this cash register oracle. When I reach the window, I try to keep cool, smiling and handing her my credit card. I can’t do it though. I break eye contact as soon as I’ve made it, and wait for my card staring straight ahead into nothing.

"Thank you. Pull ahead to the next window," she says.

"Thanks," I respond, grabbing my card and once again reluctantly locking eyes for a split-second. I breathe a sigh of relief, finally free this strangely uncomfortable situation, and pull forward. I grab my mocha, take a sip, and pull out onto Lincoln.

"It was worth it," I think, followed by "I should’ve just let her think she talked me into it. I should’ve said ‘You know what… an iced mocha sounds tremendous, I’ll have that!’ Why couldn’t I be quick? Why couldn’t I be smooth…"

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

The Killers add dancing to the list of possible activities when listening to a Bright Eyes song — a list that was formerly limited to crying and pondering.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009


Monday, March 16, 2009

Mixed-Up Thought of the Day

Today I was passed by a crippled man in an electric wheelchair and cursed my luck that I couldn’t move as quickly as him.

Friday, March 6, 2009
Yeeeeaahhhh… This is where I’m gonna be later today.

Yeeeeaahhhh… This is where I’m gonna be later today.