...and the apex seal fell.

Man, I'll tell you what; I have been the brunt of many jokes involving luck with cars. I mean, people always tell me "Seth, man, you have the worst luck with cars", and sometimes, I feel as though I have very bad luck with cars, which leads me to believe that my luck with cars is less than desireable. Sometimes, my luck just sucks; involving cars. Once in awhile, I get a cool car, and then luck shows up and does its thing.

Today I was on my way to work (which is unfailingly always when my car acts silly) and one of my apex seals decided to go away. At least one. Anyways, in 'i-dont-know-jack-crap-about-cars-speak', my engine blew. And the worst part is, I wasn't even doing anything fun. I was driving on the highway. I wasn't racing, or drifting, or evading police; I was just driving.

But you know, I've been through situations like this before, many times, and I'm sort of just used to it, or at least accepting of it. I'm honestly not upset. I honestly think it's kind of funny really. Well, time to go looking for car #9. Let me give you a run-down in case you have forgotten my history.

1. 1968 Chevy Impala -- Wrecked, Sold
2. 1994 Ford Escort -- Sold
3. 1987 Toyota Supra -- Engine Blown, Sold
4. 1990 Nissan 300zx -- Stolen
5. 1991 Dodge stealth -- Sold to mom, Bought back, Engine blown, Rebuilt, Blown again and sold.
6. 1988 Chevy Blazer -- Given Away
7. 1992 Olds Silhouette -- Sold
8. 1989 Mazda Rx-7 -- Engine Blown, TBA

That's all in the last 7 years. Yep, I keep myself busy.

Well, I'm going to go try to sell some phones so I can get a car. Bye for now.

-setH

I have fruit.

So it's been a few days since I've posted on here, or really anywhere online. Yeah, I've been busy, but truthfully, I just haven't really felt like posting. It is nice, however, to do so again. I know that for now, not many people read my website, let alone this blog, but someday, I will sit down with my wife and 2.5 kids in my suburban home after a long day as a middle class employee with limited responsibilities, and we will look back at these posts, providing blogger.com is still around, and we will laugh, and cry, and think, and then get bored and go watch The Office.

Things are strange these days. Lately I've felt a rush of personal responsibility, encompassing everything from finances to eating habits, and it's good. I'm excited for that. At the same time, however, I regularly encounter people who just seem to settle. Remember those 2.5 kids and middle-class job I spoke of earlier? I have no desire to be average (which hopefully you realized was the theme of that little rant). I want things that are out of the ordinary to become my ordinary. Just to make that clear. If I haven't said that enough yet.

I am going to admit, I wish like crazy that I was in a position to be with Aaron right now. He is living what I know God called me to do, and now, because I was doing my own thing, I have to sell phones to pay off debt before I can get out there. However, this time, I know what I did wrong. I don't know what exactly God has in store for me, but I'm excited about wherever I'm going, because I feel and see what he's leaning me towards.

I bought fruit. When I say "I bought fruit" I want you to understand what I mean. I bought 6 apples, 5 oranges, 4 bananas (yes, I'm one for numerical irony), three different varieties of fruit cups, and a bag of beef jerky. My shelf in the cupboard is strangely devoid of the usual participants, such as Campbell's various soups; the freezer is free from my usual frozen occupants, but I snapped and couldn't hold myself back from two things. Bawls and Tostito's Hint of Lime chips. Considering the usual habitation of my kitchen space, and adding to the mix my over-zealous bike ride across town the other day, I'd say I'm on track to lose a pound or two. Maybe three.

The time has come for my whimsical writing style to part electronic ways with your subconscious, so have a fine day, say 'hi' to someone you don't know, and trip someone you don't like.

Ted Haggard

I have seen this man speak on a few occasions, and I have many friends who know him personally. His son Marcus was even on my wing at ORU the year before I was there. Let me take a moment to give you something that I believe the Lord has laid on my heart to say about this man.

He is a man of God. He is not forsaken, he is not cast out.

Please read this, one of the stories of David.

• David, infatuated with the beautiful Bathsheba, wife of Uriah the Hittite, commits adultery with her. Bathsheba conceives, and David tries to cover up his sin. Uriah is brought home from the army in order to report to David. David then sends Uriah home, with the intent that he should cohabit with his wife and claims of adultery would never surface. However, Uriah refuses to go home, and sleeps with David's servants in the palace, as it would be unfair for him to enjoy the comforts of home when his comrades are still at war. David tries getting Uriah drunk the second night, but this plot fails as well; Uriah still retires in the servant quarters of David's palace. Finally, David sends Uriah back to the front, with orders to the commanders that they should abandon him in the midst of the enemy. And so it is done, Uriah dies in battle, and David marries Bathsheba and has a son by her. But the prophet Nathan speaks out against the sin, and although David repents, God kills the child as a punishment. Still, Nathan tells David that "The Lord also has put away your sin; you shall not die."

First, Nathan is the name that David gives to the son that he has with Bathsheba. Interesting huh? Now, here is something God said to David (again, through Nathan the Prophet), in spite of his (David's) shortcomings...

• He will establish the house of David eternally: "Your throne shall be established for ever."

So, if God said to David (through Nathan) that his Kingdom would be established forever, and God knows all things, and then David goes and does the whole Bathsheba thing, isn't it possible that mighty men of God (keep in mind, this is the same David that God said 'go throw a rock at the huge dude's head, you'll win the war') are just men, and capable of falling, but also that God has overcome this?

Ted Haggard was and is an amazing man of God. The media is retarded and worthless and is making it appear that he is a fallen saint who was disgraced and can never be seen the same again. Many people are going to lose faith in at least Ted, and at worst, Christianity thanks to this event, but the fact of the matter is, God is bigger than this. The love that we have thanks to God is bigger than this.

This isn't a situation where Pastor Ted's whole life was a blatant lie to further his own profit. He honestly believed and still believes in what he tought for years, and I honestly believe that he is a strong man who knows God. He is still a man, and capable of fault. God knows this, and allows for this. He is forgiven by God, anything anyone holds against him from here on out is a grudge. A hypocritical grudge at that.

Please read the following links, and make your own judgements based on the facts, and not the media interperetations.

Ted Haggard's Statement to his church.
Ted's wife Gayle's Statement to her church.

These people are truly seeking God, and I have all the respect and honor for them in the world.

Ah, my last chance!

Yep, it's my last chance. To post in October. Remember back at the beginning of the month, where I told tales of October, and all it's temperature-fluctuational glory? Well, once again, this month has proved herself irritating and irrational. Two days ago, I was driving around in my car with the top down. The car's top.

Today, it's frickin 40 degrees out. It's a bit overboard, don't you think? I mean, what ever happened to the days where Fall was the season where it stopped being hot and slowly became cold? I mean, now it's like...there's a hot, perfect, and frickin cold button, and no way to find anything in between. You'd think that the proverbial 'they' would have figured this out by now.

Also, my car blew up again yesterday. Whoever decided to use plastic for the thermostat housing on the 2nd generation RX-7's was a flippin RETARD. I mean, come on man. It's a very hot, high-pressure piece of the car, and you want to use plastic? What an idiot. I've now blown up TWO of these things in a month. Plus, I cant tell you the mental torture it is to ride with towtruck drivers. Cree-eepy. I mean, the whole time, I'm just expecting them to either just drive out of the city and keep going...making me very uncomfortable, or I expect them to just start screaming and swerve the towtruck into a nearby lake.

Ok, it's time to work now. You all have fine days.

Photofall.

This is the first time I can recall being in Riverside during the fall season. The most interesting part of the whole thing is my street. Woodrow Ave. It's a nice street that has quite a bit of character to it, mostly due to the trees. You see, when driving down my street, there are trees everywhere, overhanging the road and they create quite a mood. When it's a sunny day out, they create shade that just gives you that comfortable "driving down a shady road" feeling. When it's raining, I love the closed-in feel you get from driving under rain soaked trees. When it's snowy, it's looks like a scene out of a book, but so far, I had not experienced the fall season.

It's quite remarkable actually. When one drives down my road, the colors are astounding. I have seen trees change colors before, but to drive under them, ranging from the stubborn trees that are still a lush green all the way to the trees that somehow turn their leaves into a deep red color, brings a new type of feeling. I've never been one for fall. I don't really like it all that much honestly, maybe due to the fact that school starts in fall, or that it gets cold, or whatever, but I am thoroughly enjoying the photo oppurtunities that abound lately near my home.

Just more meaningless banter.

I am doing something tonight that I haven't ever done. I am going to fall asleep listening to Handel and leaving one window partly open so I can hear the peaceful and gentle rumble of an October thunderstorm. I can honestly say that I have not had the pleasure of doing this before.

Tonight, I have tried many times to let myself relax, and thanks to one situation or another, it hasn't happened, until I found myself grabbing my laptop to share my thoughts with both of you who read this blog. It was at that moment that I realized that I was listening to classical music (yes, by choice), and that it was strangely thundering. So I turned off my light, turned on my lappy, and went to work relaxing (paradoxical eh?).

Sometimes I am glad that I don't write screenplays. You see, I get these great ideas that in my own head sound like they would make great movies, and then I picture myself in the movie theater, watching Kevin Costner play the main character, and I realize that, as a screenwriter, I think I would just suck. I'm glad I don't do that.

Though I do have a problem with writing. I like to do it all to much, and I like to do it all too differently. I mean, if you're reading this blog, chances are that you have seen how many blogs I have maintained in just the last few months. I mean, come on. At the moment I regularly fill up my own website, as well as three blogger.com accounts, with a touch on xanga (which I'm seriously entertaining the thought of quitting all together).

I like to write. I love to write about how I'm feeling, I love to write about storyline ideas that pop into my head, and I love to write poetically.

And then I find myself babbling whilst I type, laying my head down on my pillow, not even watching the screen, and still catching ninety percent of all my typographical mistakes. I truly am too much of a geek for my own good.

Well, it's bed time, and I'm in bed, but I'm not asleep. It's like laying in bed naked on your wedding night without doing anything. It just isn't right. So, I'm going to go sleep.

o/

The lonely moth.

You know, it's days like today when I know that God exists. When I am having a doozie of a day that tops even my last post, and everything that could be going wrong is seriously considering doing so. I know God exists these days becuase there's no good reason for a pair of completely awfully nice people from South Carolina to come in and lavish their kindness upon me. There's just no way. Today is a day for more of God's most irritating kids, but he still sends people to me who brighten up my day and keep me from going completely postal.

On days when the world is throwing every punch at me that it can, it seems that something steps in to just give me a little boost. And on any other day, this kindness would maybe go completely unnoticed.

Yesterday was an interesting day. I managed to go to Burger King instead of McDonalds. The funny thing is; I didn't realize this, and was completely obvlivious to the fact that I was at the BK, all the way up until the girl said "Welcome to Burger King, ...". At first, I even thought she was kidding. She wasn't. So, being the "go with the flow" guy that I am, I politely asked her to wait a moment while I figured out what I wanted instead of snack-wraps. I chose two plain cheeseburgers (which ended up having little amounts of ketchup on them, which was actualy an nice little surprise. I like ketchup.) and a large Dr Pepper. It wasn't a bad little treat.

Yesterday, I also completely forgot to bring my frozen food lunch to work. I didn't realize it until I was at Kellogg & Greenwich.

I also accidentally showed up to work 30 minutes early. Not because I looked at the wrong schedule, or because I looked at a clock wrong. I just got up, and knew I had to get ready for work, so I did, then drove all the way out here, looked at the clock to see if I had time to go to McDonalds, and saw that I had 30 minutes with which to drive through, get my snack wraps, go to work, eat said snack wraps, read a book, learn to fold origami, play the fiddle, and then start work.

And then I went to Burger King.

You can see why this was an interesting day. In response, I thought that I would give myself a nice relaxing day today, which ended up not being the case, partly because Lisa wanted the afternoon off, partly because of other reasons, and partly because I paid my phone bill.

I wonder if what ducks would call duck-bluetooths. Phone bills?

There's a moth in my store.