Just in case you forgot

Holy Shitpants: three stunt men sit atop Burj Khalifa in Dubai

Yes, I just posted something from The Daily Wh.at, but I watched this immediately after and I about lost my poop inside my underpants.

From the dude who runs The Daily Wh.at:

Awesome People Being Awesome of the Day: Remember those shots of Tom Cruise jumping off the Burj Khalifa in Dubai for Mission Impossible 4? Well, prior to that, professional stuntmen Brett Smrz, Gregg Smrz, and David Schultz scaled the world’s tallest skyscraper as part of a scouting mission for the film, minus the emasculating safety of a climbing harness.

That is, unless you take into account the bracing effect of their massive brass balls.

[gizmodo.]

The only issue I have with the above is that the guys admit to be harnessed in. They hid their harnesses for the effect of the video.

Other than that, my palms got sweaty and I was short of breath just watching this video.

Via

 

Gearing up for NYC

Tina and I are getting our ducks in a row in preparation for NYC. We leave tomorrow morning. We have to drop Talulah at the kennel, and cruise out to O’Hare.

Oddly enough, my brother is leaving for a job in Vietnam in the morning, too. There’s a chance we could have breakfast with him in the a.m.

I’ll be blogging from the road as much as I can. I need to turn on the call in feature so I can leave voice messages here for you to savor relish erhm … enjoy.

What do you have going on this week?

Tron Legacy: New Trailer … I can’t flipping wait!

When I was a pre-teen, my brother and I made up a game called, “Disks of Tron.” We stood on opposite sides of the road in roughly the same amount of grass. There was little to no traffic on our street. The rules were inspired from the movie. We threw a frisbee back and forth. If the frisbee landed in your patch of grass, and you didn’t catch it, you’d have a point against you. If you threw the frisbee and it landed outside the grass, there was a point against.

If you reached for the frisbee and dropped it after touching it, you’d give up points.

If the frisbee landed in the street, lost points.

It was a great game.

Jon and I sat at dinner some nights, legs twitching while eating. And when we were finished, and we could be excused, we’d yell, “Disks of Tron,” run out to the front yard and play for hours.

 

Facebook and the Yeshua Fog™, still getting medieval, hell, getting biblical, and loving it

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Come on, kids. You love facebook. Admit it. You have access to people you never thought possible. You are friends again with people whom you forgot existed.  They were in your kindergarten class, and now you’re friends again.

How quaint.

How neat.

How amazing.

What a miracle.

When you see that box that says, “What’s on your mind?” you start to freak out a little. The little box wants to know what’s on your mind.

“Okay, I’ll tell you!” you say out loud. Looking around to see if anyone heard you.

Tell the box. Go ahead. Tell the fucking box!

You lie in bed at night, and a cursor blinks in your mind’s eye. “What’s on your mind?” the little box asks over and over. You can’t shut the box up. It nags you.

You rise from bed, march over to your computer, and you type up something that’s on your mind. The facebook box wants to know! It needs to know! You pound the keyboard with gusto. With determination. You don your black, leather gloves, and a public flogging is just a mouse click away.

Sweet dreams are just an UPDATE away.

You hover your mouse over “SHARE.” You pause. You skim over what you wrote. You don’t see full phrases, just words. “man” “walks out” “family” “feel like a man?” “child support,” “feel like a man?” “alimony,” … “still feel like a man?”

You press “SHARE” so all your 455 friends can see what is on your mind.

So you tell it, and out from the grave pops a zombie. Out from the netherworld comes a demon. Out from insanity, comes a devil. Out from retirement, a public flogging comes forth. From biblical times, a former friend is verbally stoned to death. All because crazy can’t take a back seat to facebook. Crazy called shotgun and He wants to drive.

Check out this facebook update I was sent recently (the update in question is “Jennifer”. Instead of responding in the thread, Ashley thoughtfully crafted her response on the wall itself):

 

I’m not friends with the woman who left the status update. I defriended her back when I made the distinction between facebook “friends” and people I knew in my past whom I have nothing in common with otherwise.

Boy do I regret that decision. With friends like her, who would need friends?

With believers giving her positive feedback, who needs Christianity? Who throws the first stone? The above is only a small portion of the responses. People ripped into the ex-husband. He’s a sinner, and needed a public flogging. Humiliate him. Embarrass him. He deserves it! He needed to pounded by rocks thrown at his half-buried body.

His side of the story is unnecessary. His side of the story is the opposite. Who is the evil one here? Wouldn’t it be somewhere in the middle? What kind of person supports people behaving like this in public?

Where is the person who piped up and said, “Hey, this isn’t what Jesus would do.”

Why would turn-the-other cheek believers behave like this? Aren’t they transformed in the blood? Aren’t they matured in His mercy? Aren’t they full of grace through His power?

Facebook is good for a few things, especially seeing how your friend Bobby is getting along in Farmville. Apparently, it’s also good for getting medieval on your ex-spouse.

I was astounded by this public flogging, and I condemn it. That’s why I’m posting it on my blog. It’s hypocritical to add to another public flogging, right?

Well, call me a hypocrite.

HONK.