Thoughts on Men and Women

These numbers are to the best of my understanding:

Men reach their muscular peak potential at age 31.

Men reach their sexual virility peak potential near age 19.

Woman reach their athletic peak much younger than men near age 20 or so (see Tennis and swimming?)

Women reach their sexual fertility peak in their early 30’s.

Now it can be argued that women acheive their best physical figure in their late teens early twenties (I don’t know this but am just putting it forth, prove me wrong!).   Now, is the natural order of things that, when men are the most aroused (virile), that women are the most attractive?  And then when women are most capable of having children, the men are best able to physically protect them?  Also is the idea that men are supposed to have ten years to grow up before they are able to raise children? 

I think this point shows why life is so hard for men:

When men want and are most capable of having sex,  every natural things points to the fact that they should not.

Britney Spears is hot. Pokemon. Get rich fast.

So I found out that my blog has been getting hits from web searches.  Yesterday I got a hit for “Matchbox 20″ and the other day I got one for “how to get bridal party to kiss” and “putting green kiss the bride.”  As much as I want to cater to the outside world, I have to stay true to myself.  I spend most of my time around HOT GIRLS while DOING DRUGS and PLAYING HOTEL CALIFORNIA GUITAR TAB and watching SEX AND THE CITY DVD.  Hello Kitty! 

I’m just kidding, but now that everyone is reading this page…

I need to get my feelings out about a few things.  Ever since I have been in 7th grade or so,  I have heard this roughly once a week… “stop talking about smart things you nerd.”  “I stopped thinking for the day.” 

…

You stopped thinking for the day?

Give me five bucks.

That’s what I thought you didn’t stop thinking for the day.    So either you don’t understand what I am talking about (likely) and/or don’t care what I am talking about (likely).  If you don’t understand and want to know, you can certainly ask someone and find out.  If you don’t care what I am talking about, don’t say anything!  Just because it is harder to understand than the TV show Friends or uses big words, doesn’t mean it is more acceptable to be ridiculed or dismissed.   How often do you hear engineers, upon hearing someone talk about what they do for a living, say “ugh that is so boring, stop talking about that!”  We probably say 1)that’s interesting and learn more about what you do or 2)say nothing and do calculus in our heads.  Either way, neither of us look like mean idiots and life goes on.  No longer does being ignorant of something make it ok to put someone down.  It is in a way like racism with engineers and mathmaticians being the minority that is different and made fun of. 

It is exactly like racism!  I can make engineer jokes, but no one else can. 

An engineer rides up on a brand new mountain bike and his engineer buddy stops him and says “whoa! sweet ride, where did you get it?”  The guy on the bike says “You won’t believe this, but this drop dead gorgeous woman rode up to me on a bike, took her clothes off and said ‘Take whatever you want.’”  The other engineer thought for a second and said, “yeah good choice, the clothes probably wouldn’t have fit you anyway.”

People think it’s funny because engineers are akward around girls.   You think you would have acted differently?  Think about this:  what if the woman on the bike was a cop?

 Not so smart now huh?

Ultimate Fighting

I had the pleasure of watching UFC 63 with a few of my buddies Saturday night.  Even though I was fighting off a cold, I felt giddy.  I felt like I imagine kids felt when they watched Wrestlemania VI when Ultimate Warrior took on Hulk Hogan for BOTH the World Championship and Intercontinental titles (I suppose the World Champion was the Champion of the oceans too?).   When the main event started and the challenger came down to the octagon with the song that begins “I remember when, I remember when I lost my mind”, that was flippin’ nuts!  If that could be topped, the champion, Matt Hughes, a country boy from Iowa came out to the song “Country Boy Can Survive”.  I had goosebumps.  The fight was awesome;  a lot of surges and attacks by each guy, until one of them got so gassed after the second round, he basically just laid down and died.  But holy cow was it cool.  Did I mention I watched the fight after eating two burritos and a gordita from Taco Bell.  Heaven is better than this folks.

 Random thought of the day. 

Do you feel akward in the bathroom? 

Of course you do.

But do you feel akward in public bathrooms when you wash your hands and use all that paper towel to dry them?  I know there are air dryers but they suck too.  Why not have a towel that everyone shares under the auspice that the towel is to be used AFTER you wash your hands.  Have paper towels for those who want them, but people could share one towel if every hand that touches it is clean.  Don’t waste paper towels on hand drying?  Brilliant!

I actually had to buy an album for the second time last week.  I lost my first copy of James Taylor’s Greatest Hits (the first volume).  So I guess JT’s next 10 dollar deluxe carwash is on me, but the laid back soul of the original singer songwriter is all mine baby yeah!

My brief touch on the role of women in the church has finally started to draw out my prey… women of the church… to be exposed for what they really are… women of the church.  Sounds like an identity crisis to me until I read the last sentence and it makes sense. 

All I have to say for now is,  ladies, if you really wanted to be like Jesus, you would grow a beard.

Too much insanity for one night, but I am writing every day Peter.  At least I tried calling you once.  Now that you have someone to make you pastries you act like you don’t even know me no more.  Who took you to Boston Market and gave you conversation almost as moist as the succulent rotissierie chicken of righteousness? Hmmm? 

I talk about food too much, or too little, either way I need to go eat some more everything. 

By the way, I think U2 opening the Monday Night Football game in New Orleans is a cop-out.  The Louisiana folks who played the National Anthem were much better and dressed better too.  Cash Money Millionaires would have torn the place down with all their ice. Fo Sho.

The best thing about meeting the President is the food!

and seeing how I was thirsty and not hungry, I must have drank about 15 doctor Pepper’s. 

I apologize for not posting more often, but I have been  caught up in day-to-day routine.

Since  I caught a nap today and am up late, I wanted to write about how I think  Forrest Gump is the ultimate Christ figure in film. 

Forrest Gump lived a simple life.  He was completely happy with whatever he was doing at the time. 

He was completely devoted to his friends and family.  Even Bubba’s family was taken care of.

He was innocent of any wrongdoing, yet people despised him because he was different.

He changed the world.

Honestly, Forrest Gump is my hero.

He even mooned the President.

That movie has humor and truth and history and it is my favorite movie ever.

I’m going to be starting voice lessons with the same instructor who taught Rob Thomas of Matchbox 20 fame (thank you Barnes and Noble!). 

I’ve been looking into the whole “women shouldn’t lead in the Church” issue and I still have no conclusive answer yet.  While I know some very gifted and strong female Christian leaders, I am trying to let only the Bible guide my search for an answer.  The two most interesting arguments I have seen so far:

Why didn’t Jesus appoint a woman as an apostle if he wanted them to lead? 

While some people say that it was a matter of the times Jesus lived in,  this answer completely misses who Jesus was.  Jesus spent his whole life not caring about the style of the times.  He spoke to the sinners and the unclean.  So why would Jesus all of a sudden decide to only appoint men because of the times he lived in.  This would have been THE time to put a woman in leadership as an apostle, but he didn’t.  Jesus was in direct communication with the Father while on Earth and the Father did not instruct him to appoint a woman.

The other argument that I have seen that seems to be covered up a bit, is when Paul wrote one of his letters to one of the churches ( I will get specifics later), he sent the letter with a woman.  Most people miss the importance of the letter carrier.  Her job was to read the letter to the church and also answer questions and discussion surrounding it’s content.  This is clearly a teaching and leadership role in the church.

Two contrasting points to get you thinking. 

It’s 1am and I actually have to earn a living so I must leave. 

Have a good day at work or school and tell your folks I said hi.

If you have a sister, insert some inappropriate comment about how I think she is hot.

What? she’s only 15?  It’s not MY fault you read this page!  You should have thought about that before you went on the Internet fool.

If you want to know what deer hunting is like…

work a night shift in a control room. 

Dirty. Hot.  Vulgar.  Nothing is clean and everything is dirty.  It all seems like a blur to me.  I just woke up at 5pm, this is weird.  I feel like a vampire. 

Workin’ on the night moves, with autumn closing in.

I use Bob Seger lyrics now because I live in Michigan.

I am sitting here waiting to go on a night shift.  You know you’ve made it when your plan for the evening is Taco Bell with leftover pork tenderloin in it and 9 hours of sitting in a control room.  It looks like my live blogging won’t be possible unless I sneak out to my office on the other side of the plant.  Why do I feel like I am being sent to prison?  If that’s the case, I guess I should take a shower BEFORE going to work.

 I realized the state of my life today when during a powerpoint presentation at work, a Dilbert cartoon came up… and it applied to my life…  and I thought it was funny.

What do you do when you become the nerd you once laughed at?

That’s easy, you DANCE DANCE DANCE! Doot Doot!  Woo Woo Doo Doo Doot Doot! Hey Hey Hey Hey!

It’s only 9pm.

Stay tuned…

Sasquatch records

was taken by some other record company, so I need a better name for my recording studio.  Best name suggestions will get a hearty pat on the back and a kudos.  However, my microphone and interface are working so woot!  I may attempt to make some late night blog posts while working nights this week.  I just had a conference call with co-workers from Japan and it was flipping awesome. 

Northwestern lost to a Division 1-AA school…

…But I have a personalized autographed picture of Jake the Snake Roberts.

It all works out in the end. 

Who be bringin’ Mo’Town to Mid Town.

I am.

Period.

So after an interesting weekend,  I went to the annual Guitar Center sale and bought… you guessed it… a microphone.  I spent money on a recording device for my computer so I don’t have any excuse not to get music out to my people.  I may have an excuse when record companies come at me for copyright. It’s a good thing that all the music I like is performed by old drug addicted British men, so they probably won’t even know about it.

Speaking of crazy camping weekends,  I spent the weekend in the UP. We spent the first night sleeping in a minivan.  We spent the next night without sleeping bags in a tent about 200 feet away from Lake Superior.  I found out what Lake Superior beats all the other Great Lakes at and it is being cold.  I went to get some water from the lake for cooking and my ankles got wet.  It was so cold I got angry at the world after wading in the lake for 2 minutes.  I seriously would have fought someone right there on the beach and then invited them back to camp for Ramen. 

Maybe it is the water, I don’t know, but I just bought two country music CD’s today.  I have a man crush on Josh Turner’s voice.  I think it is because I have finally found someone who sings my vocal range.  One sexy voice on that man.  I also bought 512MB of RAM, so I am running at the akward level of 768MB. 

I’m having my first go at softball in Midland tomorrow at a work tournament on a team callled the Mixers of Death.  I guess if you have to be on a team, you would want to be on that one.  Can you imagine killing someone by mixing them to death?  Yeah me neither.