tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48054881603888548592024-02-07T18:35:15.831-07:00The Captain's (B)LogThe almost daily mishaps and adventures of one of Provo's greatest heroes: me!Chasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359620349046662951noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805488160388854859.post-20428618699894386842011-08-30T09:33:00.011-06:002011-08-30T18:31:33.063-06:00PhobtasticCaptain's blog, supplemental:
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<br />I'm going to open my first blog in a long time with a simple question: what are you afraid of? It's always interesting to me to learn about what creeps people out. For instance, I once knew a girl who was afraid of giant flags (which is apparently a form of megalophobia). Seems like a strange thing to be afraid of, right?
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<br />As it turns out, giant flags is actually a normal thing to frightened of, compared to some of the other phobias that people exhibit. <a href="http://phobialist.com/">Phobialist.com</a> has an excellent compilation of different irrational fears, though I still can't truly believe that some of them are real.
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<br />For instance, kathisophobia is the fear of sitting down. What happens when a child with kathisophobia goes to his or her first day of school? Is there a panic attack when the nice Kindergarten teacher shows the child to his desk and asks him to sit down?
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<br />Some other good phobias:
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<br />Hobophobia: the fear of bums or beggars
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<br />Ephebiphobia: the fear of teenagers
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<br />Anglophobia: the fear of the English (much more common in 1780)
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<br />Ideophobia: the fear of ideas
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<br />My personal favorite may be Papophobia:
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<br />As for me, I don't consider myself to be easily scared. Frightened police officers aren't very useful. But, I do have a form of herpetophobia, which is the fear of reptiles. I don't have problems with iguanas or other lizards.
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<br />I really don't like snakes.
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<br />But my biggest fear? Crocodiles and alligators. What makes it irrational is that I can't think of a single reason why I should be afraid of them. I've never lived anywhere near where crocs or gators can be found, but for some reason I'm terrified of them. I imagine many of you have seen the show <span style="font-style:italic;">Swamp People</span>, about rednecks in the South that go gator hunting. To me, that show is far scarier than any horror movie ever made. I hate it.
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<br />Suffice it to say, I could never be this guy: <iframe width="420" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pU0UFbxZDGM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>
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<br />So, that's what I was thinking about this morning at work. I'll the question again though, because I'm still curious: what are you afraid of? Sound off in the comments.Chasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359620349046662951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805488160388854859.post-74916811517270027962011-04-06T14:54:00.018-06:002011-04-10T20:04:59.297-06:00My Pinstriped GangCaptain's blog, supplemental:<br /><br />I don't measure time like most people do. For most people, the year begins in January and ends in December. For me, in most years the year begins in August and ends in May or June, though my year ended a couple of weeks ago this time.<br /><br />Why is that? I measure time by sports seasons. For me, the beginning of BYU fall football camp marks the beginning of a whole new year, and it ends once the Jazz have been eliminated from the playoffs (I don't want to go into that part right now).<br /><br />You're probably asking yourself right now, "what about the months between June (or April) and August? That's a good question. Those are good months for my sports psyche, because it's a time when I can just watch sports without being at risk for a coronary (except in World Cup years).<br /><br />What's the point of this post? I'm glad it's baseball season. And in honor of the return of our national pastime, it's time for a... TOP 10 LIST! I'm going to list my 10 favorite Yankees that I've watched in my lifetime (complete with pictures). So, here we go!<br /><br />Honorable Mention: C.C. Sabathia<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh72N-6gC7b1dXHmgPFYisDZyYFTezZIZTDmSCMqYLFmfd4yB6Q4D2GjTV8EN7y2yArbWEWPEWIdJV7PV_-8-4NHt2quXwwqOCUhFVDFX-6WR4_F-6N864YBW73cAmeSR5g3YUVs8fyiVhm/s1600/cc-sabathia-yankees.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh72N-6gC7b1dXHmgPFYisDZyYFTezZIZTDmSCMqYLFmfd4yB6Q4D2GjTV8EN7y2yArbWEWPEWIdJV7PV_-8-4NHt2quXwwqOCUhFVDFX-6WR4_F-6N864YBW73cAmeSR5g3YUVs8fyiVhm/s320/cc-sabathia-yankees.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594133393112407138" /></a><br /><br />#10 Paul O'Neill<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcOIum84vOP1NoStg0PUJJ66_FVT3jz7o1mCcuWuSsD5r-FyzrQZDdB1w3VPBSMvc3OpNzZ44mZ31ebxD749QpuLeD8jcSIxiS5rCImNwc55PbPIBEFZwLoDRp1UciJ6svPIiP1BXWE4zG/s1600/paul_oneill_number_21_2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcOIum84vOP1NoStg0PUJJ66_FVT3jz7o1mCcuWuSsD5r-FyzrQZDdB1w3VPBSMvc3OpNzZ44mZ31ebxD749QpuLeD8jcSIxiS5rCImNwc55PbPIBEFZwLoDRp1UciJ6svPIiP1BXWE4zG/s320/paul_oneill_number_21_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594132525294669586" /></a><br /><br />#9 Mike "Moose" Mussina<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYZpR3wD5pWpjiPOSuXhr8VGj6QoWqC2nxgnjP7sW0d6OH8k0apSPcPSsdasdGvzWp7FpPBcFXvjEFtFHlh-0YEMuTJRh2SiGAMlqgZGkPrRTMDLhsECziNmaz_LJITt7ljmHp6M7jUsH9/s1600/large_MIKEMUSSINA.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYZpR3wD5pWpjiPOSuXhr8VGj6QoWqC2nxgnjP7sW0d6OH8k0apSPcPSsdasdGvzWp7FpPBcFXvjEFtFHlh-0YEMuTJRh2SiGAMlqgZGkPrRTMDLhsECziNmaz_LJITt7ljmHp6M7jUsH9/s320/large_MIKEMUSSINA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594133853620406354" /></a><br /><br />#8 Jorge Posada<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjnAGmxQwNXRMAcNM-rrlbBCpYY86XOkzcZ8LbPsFiE0t9CmCyR1uaFzpCgDCMsPAVV60RHmVWwkHVbLAgG_ITG3c6YRTWH02VMOwmmZQv7TvXAruQ_fneSgA8Mfr6m97Q1VrnTego3lBJ/s1600/jorge_posada3.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjnAGmxQwNXRMAcNM-rrlbBCpYY86XOkzcZ8LbPsFiE0t9CmCyR1uaFzpCgDCMsPAVV60RHmVWwkHVbLAgG_ITG3c6YRTWH02VMOwmmZQv7TvXAruQ_fneSgA8Mfr6m97Q1VrnTego3lBJ/s320/jorge_posada3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594134534085039458" /></a><br /><br />#7 Robinson Cano<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEslH7MnilJqQoJt1Z7L2K_zB40COeaNRCRaKz75lX2HPeL1jMUVTZ_lyqiT2B1_TQxMSDN3Y_VYxHb905l2wV5JG_B56J2Tu8hTdXgEZdJo0ikdAfcDsWwYAcAgtg2_vK3_1b8G2EF6P0/s1600/robinson-cano-ap2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEslH7MnilJqQoJt1Z7L2K_zB40COeaNRCRaKz75lX2HPeL1jMUVTZ_lyqiT2B1_TQxMSDN3Y_VYxHb905l2wV5JG_B56J2Tu8hTdXgEZdJo0ikdAfcDsWwYAcAgtg2_vK3_1b8G2EF6P0/s320/robinson-cano-ap2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594134982736213618" /></a><br /><br />#6 Andy Pettite<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9XjBS6OBPBqnCWRr0oMCYoYAQhEWL3JIn-2FsQ0Kf14f5X6NeGrWLDQZZsaUwAziZmefdOg_k-e_55aEEcbpphZaD_boftF9dnmbjCsurqkLimXtEwdVItKdh9wbNkFOApSqNERMcNUPQ/s1600/AndyPettitte33.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9XjBS6OBPBqnCWRr0oMCYoYAQhEWL3JIn-2FsQ0Kf14f5X6NeGrWLDQZZsaUwAziZmefdOg_k-e_55aEEcbpphZaD_boftF9dnmbjCsurqkLimXtEwdVItKdh9wbNkFOApSqNERMcNUPQ/s320/AndyPettitte33.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594135432684868130" /></a><br /><br />#5 Tino Martinez<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZjLpSvw-4IaK2ZNkfUE3gcdzTchVei8S29lEmKMZaesFjLoGUhRYlKm4F94ZoSk-1LYXTlHkZtoTIlFIf33QKe3GmuGXt2SHMSoQaN_cbHCIFBbRfHG_Vte6zp9x05lS_yPY-1eoTjgRv/s1600/tino_martinez2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZjLpSvw-4IaK2ZNkfUE3gcdzTchVei8S29lEmKMZaesFjLoGUhRYlKm4F94ZoSk-1LYXTlHkZtoTIlFIf33QKe3GmuGXt2SHMSoQaN_cbHCIFBbRfHG_Vte6zp9x05lS_yPY-1eoTjgRv/s320/tino_martinez2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594136253722516130" /></a><br /><br />#4 Derek Jeter<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOb4amBdOrJDVeWK4UOEkcKrRqKMpfFIIdPBCEkl05lHwTJkI24IHdDJbV9i5Cj9pehpr9ITRkLV7m_bnSmPkaqE42eGyzKllXMt0zzI5H9mnadsc54NFAp6SP4X5sb1lpM1mi16qWxjkG/s1600/jeter+milestone.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 306px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOb4amBdOrJDVeWK4UOEkcKrRqKMpfFIIdPBCEkl05lHwTJkI24IHdDJbV9i5Cj9pehpr9ITRkLV7m_bnSmPkaqE42eGyzKllXMt0zzI5H9mnadsc54NFAp6SP4X5sb1lpM1mi16qWxjkG/s320/jeter+milestone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594137482870025618" /></a><br /><br />#3 Hideki "Godzilla" Matsui<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivsCH3xNG3ImcmnH3o8BAut-DZjyihTI-TU9mLWiAXLn3MJL12c0ikckJpP-SmVfktxWCo5aez_w7EY7JoNPS0JPBTRlyVEoVCpDhN9KOBa-4oai3oEi4HShOs7UI3RGMtxWBt2MB7eO8R/s1600/New+York+Yankees+batter+Hideki+Matsui++two-run+double++Texas+Rangers+in+the+first+inning++MLB+American+League+baseball+game++Yankee+Stadium+in+New+York.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivsCH3xNG3ImcmnH3o8BAut-DZjyihTI-TU9mLWiAXLn3MJL12c0ikckJpP-SmVfktxWCo5aez_w7EY7JoNPS0JPBTRlyVEoVCpDhN9KOBa-4oai3oEi4HShOs7UI3RGMtxWBt2MB7eO8R/s320/New+York+Yankees+batter+Hideki+Matsui++two-run+double++Texas+Rangers+in+the+first+inning++MLB+American+League+baseball+game++Yankee+Stadium+in+New+York.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594138908969793442" /></a><br /><br />#2 Mariano Rivera-The Sandman<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0pfxIb9hpdDSuM8rWScffITR8mKjRohGD-G6hlRWVqu-A9pN3xcRPWl18AkBKq2dUs377imPaSHIsL-SgqY5rH_3HO4TvyUKW6i0hh0evWiapzXoH4xizL97tcWkxNb-Hu_n6pf1uFeI9/s1600/alg_mariano_pitches.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0pfxIb9hpdDSuM8rWScffITR8mKjRohGD-G6hlRWVqu-A9pN3xcRPWl18AkBKq2dUs377imPaSHIsL-SgqY5rH_3HO4TvyUKW6i0hh0evWiapzXoH4xizL97tcWkxNb-Hu_n6pf1uFeI9/s320/alg_mariano_pitches.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594139899589870130" /></a><br /><br />#1 Bernie Williams<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM57yaHUibTCSMgRqKJ4lMF8zr9vjbmoJRGYfu9j368pRMhWhzCigks8mudwbwuN7zczkFgOHf-LuodpgDxU-e_tv0BzvK0oklcuObSsW2VbZKetRtcQ8ViiZLlgEtH3ksOTkvEC9j8pnM/s1600/bernie-williams2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM57yaHUibTCSMgRqKJ4lMF8zr9vjbmoJRGYfu9j368pRMhWhzCigks8mudwbwuN7zczkFgOHf-LuodpgDxU-e_tv0BzvK0oklcuObSsW2VbZKetRtcQ8ViiZLlgEtH3ksOTkvEC9j8pnM/s320/bernie-williams2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594140605695556226" /></a>Chasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359620349046662951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805488160388854859.post-82635442975790051082011-03-09T22:19:00.003-07:002011-03-18T14:08:13.411-06:00Change of DecorationSo, quick story from just a few seconds ago. I was helping Kyle set up his <a href="http://kylecmahoney.blogspot.com/">brand new blog</a>, when I noticed that Blogger has added a bunch of cool templates since I joined.<br /><br />I've been feeling for a while like my blog could a little updating in the aesthetic department, so I thought I'd try this new template out. Let me know what you think.<br /><br />Again though, check out <a href="http://kylecmahoney.blogspot.com/">Kyle's blog</a>. Once he actually posts something, it could be pretty good.Chasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359620349046662951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805488160388854859.post-41811681047534094862011-03-08T14:03:00.030-07:002011-03-09T01:26:32.992-07:00Deerstalkers and 9mms<div><span><span></span></span>Captain's blog, supplemental:</div><div><div><div><br />Hey readers (those who are left, anyway), it's time for one of my rare "let me tell you about my life" updates. Fortunately, this one also comes with some fun attached--in the form of a top-1o list. Exciting, right? Stay tuned.</div><div><br /></div><div>Okay, so it's life/school/career update time. I'm a man of many interests, as I've <a href="http://thepccaptainsblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-true-calling.html">written in the </a><a href="http://thepccaptainsblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-true-calling.html">past</a>. Because of that, it's been a struggle to settle on one field of study or career path. Since I've been home from my mission, I've drifted from major to major, unable to settle.</div><br /><div>But I think I've finally found the answer. I'm not going to go into all the details about how and what led me to this decision, but I've decided to become a police officer. I'm applying soon to the police academy at UVU. I hope to enter in June. My goal is to one day be a detective, investigating crimes and arresting those who commit them.</div><br /><div>Which leads me to my top-10 list for today. One of the reasons I've always been fascinated with police work and investigation is because of all the movies and TV shows I've seen about detectives. I know real police isn't like it's depicted on TV, but I don't know any real detectives, so I thought it'd be fun to list my Top 10 Fictional Detectives. So, here goes:</div><br /><div>Honorable Mention: Inspector Gadget</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaN0jHvtT7I-eQOw4RsUIrOxXeCIheRLU4N1jSbSkfMo1OWrSWw8U6ig88PkhOPWQDlGp_ND0nDRE_yw2OeAuzX_lBqThXM7xr-n8Z1yDTxIHc0M8xvAc6IXK0sziyXQ4X5-hAwB22I9pJ/s1600/inspector_gadget1.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 191px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581860054341498834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaN0jHvtT7I-eQOw4RsUIrOxXeCIheRLU4N1jSbSkfMo1OWrSWw8U6ig88PkhOPWQDlGp_ND0nDRE_yw2OeAuzX_lBqThXM7xr-n8Z1yDTxIHc0M8xvAc6IXK0sziyXQ4X5-hAwB22I9pJ/s320/inspector_gadget1.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I loved this cartoon as a child. He had an awesome car and a helicopter came out of his hat. Every boy's dream.</div><br /><div><br /></div><div>10. Encylopedia Brown</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCzpENHNCGgx8D_cY2hID0qhGSfUU6ur4PNNwlmwrswuKbrm2MAJdZNXFNRxQoEoIkVrs8dqSzFJAM0CjhYPIpndMAwhNwZrM4QDnU_YDECjZa6DRm9l9urs03IgW4zICZIi_Y3j8C_p5v/s1600/EncyclopediaBrown.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 220px; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581861361456206690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCzpENHNCGgx8D_cY2hID0qhGSfUU6ur4PNNwlmwrswuKbrm2MAJdZNXFNRxQoEoIkVrs8dqSzFJAM0CjhYPIpndMAwhNwZrM4QDnU_YDECjZa6DRm9l9urs03IgW4zICZIi_Y3j8C_p5v/s320/EncyclopediaBrown.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div>The adventures of Leroy "Encyclopedia" Brown were my first experience with detective fiction as a kid. I wasn't able to solve many of the mysteries myself at that age, but I was always delighted to find the crucial details that Encyclopedia was able to spot that others (including his father, the chief of police) missed. Kid was good.</div><br /><div><br /></div><div>9. Dick Tracy</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeX-MqIyecJVOzPG5vG0jyjAZzO8PjgZcYbV50OyJaWRm1ghXINFYx6g5MiUTtwWp59CrKORkb4DOpttvN6c66oD1xjixG0v8lAqpdEmDLJvDUmD1BKdMvZz7Bsol19eIxKEu41PsKM_SH/s1600/Dick_Tracy-logo-80FB6DD36E-seeklogo_com.gif"><img style="WIDTH: 314px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581880168575681922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeX-MqIyecJVOzPG5vG0jyjAZzO8PjgZcYbV50OyJaWRm1ghXINFYx6g5MiUTtwWp59CrKORkb4DOpttvN6c66oD1xjixG0v8lAqpdEmDLJvDUmD1BKdMvZz7Bsol19eIxKEu41PsKM_SH/s320/Dick_Tracy-logo-80FB6DD36E-seeklogo_com.gif" /></a></div><br /><div>He wears a yellow fedora and trench-coat, which automatically merits inclusion in this list. But he was also a great cop who took down an entire mob virtually by himself.</div><br /><div><br /></div><div>8. Lenny Briscoe, <em>Law & Order</em></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtujjibY978D6U_WdO5mvnPkByI85PLjCvu2yx8AMRh1irZMDa6oxTXBlTcf2YrYIREoti3B_uJBQhkb5bGQ-i2t7hmHFMG2tReyFT2PREDwew3YxY-lNLwflLDIrC5S6PkxgV9l55qooK/s1600/untitled.bmp"><img style="WIDTH: 235px; HEIGHT: 178px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581884023858789122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtujjibY978D6U_WdO5mvnPkByI85PLjCvu2yx8AMRh1irZMDa6oxTXBlTcf2YrYIREoti3B_uJBQhkb5bGQ-i2t7hmHFMG2tReyFT2PREDwew3YxY-lNLwflLDIrC5S6PkxgV9l55qooK/s320/untitled.bmp" /></a></div><br /><div>The original <em>Law & Order</em> had many detectives over the years, but Briscoe (played by the late Jerry Orbach), was by far my favorite. I loved his sense of humor, which was often very dark and filled with sarcasm. Plus, he had a terrific singing voice and bore a striking resemblance to Joe DiMaggio.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>7. Carlton Lassiter, <em>Psych</em></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD9XgRgq4AxCTpR4cMQLW5BlpeefpMogXNuBgAR1YkJLPsDsfP8VttJDicVhESpv_CHxJlf8066n2Bs3SNL203CK23bOj992AF5u7htu1Gfbwi-ntGOeHrOuQV4xensrX4TurhOZRrVAUX/s1600/Timothy_Omundson540x300-thumb-540xauto-7797.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 178px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581885357188368082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD9XgRgq4AxCTpR4cMQLW5BlpeefpMogXNuBgAR1YkJLPsDsfP8VttJDicVhESpv_CHxJlf8066n2Bs3SNL203CK23bOj992AF5u7htu1Gfbwi-ntGOeHrOuQV4xensrX4TurhOZRrVAUX/s320/Timothy_Omundson540x300-thumb-540xauto-7797.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div> </div><div>The head detective of the Santa Barbara Police Department, Lassiter (or Lassie), played by Timothy Omundson, is a by-the-book officer so dedicated to his job, it's almost creepy.</div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>6. Sherlock Holmes<br /></div><br /><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtQLxFCBO_vid4SYUol40soh7ZGQ-hWTCDjiwCnuKrVroHGp701UoiKkNQ5oPY4UAlSyzO0f5fPhmzxVUmasfWBYynJKjVafwFuSu-Eb4MStCd6SfLI4PMJ8FYCt2NrIZTdj0UfsAM8BO8/s320/sherlock_holmes_robert_downey_jr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581972728628859218" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Okay, confession time: I have never read the original Sherlock Holmes stories. I know, that's downright heresy for an aspiring detective like me. I plan to someday soon. I'm sure if I had read the stories, Holmes would probably be higher on the list. I have seen the recent movie, which I loved and it's why RDJ's Holmes appears here instead of the classic look.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>5. Elliot Stabler, <i>Law and Order: Special Victims Unit</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 181px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPfc0XQly4ufVXxPSAEYg3OTDIoyUSBrvQbntbnjTrVfIEw1JzVfr1VIEy-MGICza2XImccPbnmzSnRGmMcnJ0x_nKB_hgTJwB_oNQlHS96n7H2WghVEVycqxDHZIpN98pQX_FD_dHO-2y/s320/250px-Elliot_Stabler_-_SVU.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581976841706678962" /></div><div><br /></div><div><i>Law and Order: SVU</i> has long been my favorite series in the franchise, and Detective Stabler (played by Christopher Meloni) is the main reason for that. A former marine, Stabler is in many ways a stereotypical tough cop, but one who also happens to be very religious and a father of several children.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>4. Fox Mulder and Dana Scully, <i>The X-Files</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoQm6uZIX0X5tBXbUeyODXg8wR-6rNChZH5HV-9jk9QjaFEi5s0NaYdUxNC6xYUxitHVwFP98DVwnRLYKja6G7cPxlSyndHlkqD_mnSBq2KBDi5MZwJlmkxvF8yp-LHIf2DOF1jnCOV4yf/s320/xfiles-mulder-and-scully.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581979087518290882" /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>Even a few months ago, Mulder and Scully (played by David Duchovny and Gillian Anderson) wouldn't have been anywhere near this list. But I recently started watching <i>The X-Files </i>again, and I've recognized how great these two were, most notably when they were together (do you hear me, John Doggett?). Scully get special recognition for being the only woman to crack the Top 10.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>3. Shawn Spencer and Burton Guster, <i>Psych</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz72OgEsyGCaUeapVLwdbT-NfBfj_ZBOG45eknnMBV7rr4ynSAG6n6QPxeDx_EItVjkH9uUqdAy5i3O5jnfXNwacfhQ4aFBlG9ydobe-SvtE9sSRDlPT9lBse5pJHzv59pfY4clBZpYpzj/s320/psych.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581981423360314882" /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>I could easily write a blog post about these two alone (something I may do in the near future). Shawn and Gus (James Roday and Dulé Hill) are the reason that Psych is my favorite show on TV right now. To sum it up--while I admire Detective Lassiter's organization and commitment to his work as a police officer, in terms of personality I am Shawn all the way. And his heightened observational skills and photographic memory are awesome.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>2. Basil of Baker Street, <i>The Adventures of the Great Mouse Detective</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkiUS0mkjgcT1Lu-RGDlzV5ihwq6CiRk2z1D_-KjzIwXcOoDLysryWRplNdOkcxvzAnaO8tQbJHKFPaA6aQUYsyCpw5spnZMfjRf9zgtgCssmvg5lKt3YaPQk6FLmN7UgU4p4f7JwOx1tr/s320/basil_in_stylesized.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581983553674642018" /></i></div><br /><div>When I was probably 3 or 4 years old, I used to wear two baseball caps. I would put one on backwards, then put another one on forwards on top of the first one. Why did I do that? Because I wanted to be a detective like Basil of Baker Street in my then and current favorite Disney movie. And of course, because I didn't have a deerstalker. Basil is the first detective I can remember, and for that he has earned his spot in the Top 10.</div><div><br /></div><div>And my #1 Fictional Detective of All-Time is....</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>BATMAN</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgstM258t2M3PK1mVPDt-5hz4fyganzGt-azNL-MUJDBz8Kfp8P2w39PVhmEzJGhoI_E1gY4jJypd6Umip0JQ8SEO9mGYHa22Ck-y01b65M7L3LI8KZ_V1cqCT2N_Olek1KDkiNoRfdBo8k/s320/250px-Batman_Lee.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581987298875868114" /><br /><div><br /></div>You were expecting maybe, the Hardy Boys? Batman is known by many titles (The Dark Knight, Caped Crusader, etc). But one that has always been really cool to me is that of the World's Greatest Detective. This is something that isn't really brought out in the movies (which focus more on his martial arts abilities and scariness), but something that I've always loved about Batman. Truth be told, one of the reasons why I've always had a desire to become a cop is because I can't be Batman. He is the unquestioned number one of my list.</div><div><br /></div><div>****</div><div><br /></div><div>So there you have it, my Top 10. I know I missed some of your favorites. Please, please post them in the comments. I really want and appreciate feedback and criticism of my writing. Until next time (which will hopefully be soon), good hunting!</div><div><br /></div></div>Chasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359620349046662951noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805488160388854859.post-48100487180178287362010-11-02T13:33:00.003-06:002010-11-02T13:37:07.228-06:00Viva Las Vegas!Captain's blog, supplemental:<div><br /></div><div>I mentioned in my last post that I recently took a trip to Las Vegas with my fellow journalism students. Unfortunately, I don't think I'm ever going to get around to writing a recap or anything of the experience.</div><div><br /></div><div>Fortunately, Darrian Watts did write a recap or something of the experience. You can find her story (complete with pictures) <a href="http://shortycursive.blogspot.com/">here</a>. Enjoy!</div>Chasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359620349046662951noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805488160388854859.post-57334763477123863512010-10-14T13:22:00.002-06:002010-10-14T15:32:55.811-06:00A New Direction<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"></span>Captain’s blog, supplemental:<br /><br />I don’t think I’m the worst blogger ever, but I’m probably a hall of fame candidate.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>There are a lot of obstacles standing between blogging and me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Maybe I should just call them what they really are: excuses.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I don’t really want to dwell on those excuses, so I’ll just say that they’re pretty good ones.<br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"></span>There’s one that does get in the way more often than the others, though.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It may not show in my writing, but I’m very dedicated to giving all my readers a positive experience, whether it’s entertainment, exposure to a new idea, or… something else people get from my blog.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Anyway, this dedication makes it difficult for me to choose topics to blog about.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I like to consider myself a bit of a Renaissance Man; I have a lot of interests that I’d love to write about.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>All of these interests meet in my brain, all hoping for expression.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>They cause such a racket, that it eventually becomes easier to just not write about anything at all, so they’ll quit jumping up and down in my subconscious.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>To sum that all up, my blog lacks focus.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Fortunately, I’ve come up with a partial solution.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"></span>But first, a quick life recap.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Last week, I traveled with some other journalism majors (Some of you probably don’t even know that I’m a journalism major now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I need to write more.) to Las Vegas for the annual SPJ (Society of Professional Journalists) convention.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>One of the workshops there dealt with creating a personal brand to help advance in the field.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I’ve thought quite a bit about that recently, and figured that my blog would be a good way to do that.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"></span>Okay, back to the solution.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>My partial solution to my blogging difficulties is to… wait for it… start another blog!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Sounds crazy, right?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>How can I do two blogs if I can’t even do one?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Hold on just a second, though.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I have another point to make.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"></span>As a journalist, my primary interest is in the world of sports.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Oddly enough, the Captain’s (B)Log hasn’t featured very many sports posts, other than my occasional mentions of the <a href="http://thepccaptainsblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/maiden-voyage.html">Super</a> <a href="http://thepccaptainsblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/musings-on-arena-rock.html">Bowl</a>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>So, starting very soon, I will be beginning a blog devoted exclusively to sports that will hopefully gain a following that will help push my journalism career along.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I think it’s a brilliant idea, if I do say so myself.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"></span>Ah, but what of the Captain’s (B)Log?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>This blog will stick around as my personal blog, and I hope the new blog will help bring new life to the old one.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I think I may start doing more movie, music, and TV reviews.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>And of course, I’ll try to blog about the important events of my life as they happen.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"></span>I may not blog very often, but when I do, you certainly get your money’s worth, don’t you?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Any thoughts on these new ideas of mine?</p><!--EndFragment-->Chasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359620349046662951noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805488160388854859.post-56643579787428065282010-04-06T18:14:00.005-06:002010-04-06T18:23:01.736-06:00Sit Down, ApolloCaptain's blog, supplemental:<br /><br />So, I have a confession to make. Until last night, I had never been to an actual rock concert. That's right; I, who claims to be so knowledgeable about <a href="http://thepccaptainsblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/musings-on-arena-rock.html">awesome music</a>, had never actually seen a band perform live. But thanks to the generosity of my brother-in-law Tony (who decided to give me his ticket), I was finally on my way.<br /><br />Accompanying me for my trip into the unknown was my older sister Liesl, my younger sisters <a href="http://ameliat.blogspot.com/">Amelia</a> and Isabel, my brother <a href="http://drewtroutner.blogspot.com/">Drew</a>, and his fiancée <a href="http://moviegalcamille.blogspot.com/">Camille</a>. As we walked up the stairs to the entrance of the E-Center, I saw a sign posted warning that the show would be using lasers and other lighting effects. That was all right with me. Our seats weren't too bad. We were in the "luxury suite," which meant that we had padded chairs and that people standing up wouldn't block our view.<br /><br />We had a pretty good view of the stage; we were further back, but it was nearly a straight view to the stage. At first glance, there wasn't anything extraordinary about the stage. In the back were what I thought were curtains so the audience couldn't see backstage. There was a drum kit and some other typical rock equipment, which actually belonged to Silversun Pickups.<br /><br />Speaking of which, the opening act was less than spectacular. For the first band I've ever really heard live, the didn't set the bar very high. While I could see a lot of potential in their music (I'm pretty sure the last song they played is in Rock Band), they definitely had some balance issues. The sound was muddy enough that the lead singer was impossible to understand. The most exciting thing they did (and which got the biggest cheer) was when he promised us that Muse was going to blow our minds. He also told us that what I thought were curtains were in fact supposed to be skyscrapers.<br /><br />At the mention of skycrapers, I had a wild idea. The skycrapers were obviously a reference to the video for Muse's hit single "Uprising." The video for that single features a giant teddy bear knocking down skycrapers. It's awesome. Anyway, I noted that there were three skycrapers (one for each member of Muse), and I hoped their opening number (which had to be "Uprising") would somehow feature a teddy bear knocking down each skycraper to reveal the band. I didn't think it was likely, but it sounded cool.<br /><br />After Silversun Pickups finished (their singer did some weird things with the distortion pedals before getting off the stage), there was a break. You could just feel the anticpation building as the arena filled up. Oddly enough, no equipment was brought onto the stage, which confirmed my theory that the band would be hiding in the skyscrapers. Still no sign of any giant bears, though.<br /><br />When the lights finally went down, the energy level in the arena jumped about 300%. Then the individual windows on each skycraper began to light up, and I realized the "skycrapers" were not curtains at all, but LED screens. Once every window was lit, people began to climb to the top of each skycraper. Once they reached the top, they fell down and hit the people below them. Once they all hit the bottom, the darkened center section of each building dropped, revealing Muse right as they kicked into "Uprising."<br /><br />I know, my description doesn't do the opening justice. If you'd like, you can view a phone-made movie of it <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5LS42rKuRVA">here</a>. Needless to say, once the band started, it felt like a bomb had gone off. It was just the start of a ride that would last the next two hours without letting up on the gas.<br /><br />Besides the awesome lights and lasers promised by the sheet of paper on the outside of the E-Center, there was one other very important thing I noticed immediately about the performance. They (vocalist Matthew Bellamy in particular) sounded exactly the same live as they do on their recordings. They were so good, I thought they had to be lip-synching. They weren't. It was incredible. And even after all the shows they've been doing for the past few months, Bellamy's voice was as strong at the end of the show as he was at the beginning. I didn't know that was possible.<br /><br />After "Uprising," things relaxed a bit with "Resistance" and "New Born." Bellamy then paid tribute to Woodstock, Jimi Hendrix, and America by playing a rendition of "The Star-Spangled Banner" on his guitar, which launched right into the smash-hit "Supermassive Black Hole." We had laughed about this song on our way into the concert. We figured that it would be accompanied by lots of high-pitched screams and shouts of "Edward!"<br /><br />However, when it started, I forgot all about Twilight. It was like a second wind for the concert. Pretty soon, my whole family jumped up and started dancing, and the people behind us joined in. "Supermassive" transitioned smoothly (and wisely) into "Hysteria," another huge hit and one of my personal favorites.<br /><br />The concert slowed again after that, at least until the band played the old standards "Time is Running Out" and "Plug in Baby." After the latter, the band said goodnight, and walked off the stage. Though it was my first concert, I knew there would be an encore, and that it would probably be a well-known song. My hope was that it would be "Knights of Cydonia," my all-time favroite. So I was disappointed when they came back on stage and played the "Exogenesis Symphony, Part I," followed by "Stockholm Syndrome." By this time, I was really worried that "Knights" was going to be skipped. It would have been devastating.<br /><br />But Muse wasn't finished yet. A harmonica began to play, and I recognized the opening chords of "Knights" being played very, very slowly. After this little intro, the band kicked it into overdrive with the song itself, and I felt one last burst of energy as we all got up and danced again. My knight was finally complete.<br /><br />So, I don't know if this really counts as a review, or if it's just a glorified journal entry I'm sharing with everyone. My point is that this was an exhilirating experience that I'll probably never forget. More importantly, it's left me with an insatiable desire to hear more Muse. Even as I've been writing this, I've listened to three whole albums.<br /><br />The sad thing is that I feel the bar has been set way too high for all future concerts that I may attend, and they may all seem like disappointments after this one. I guess we'll find out when Paramore comes to town on May 10. You stay classy, readers!<br /><br />By the way, if anyone can tell me (without looking anything up) the signifcance of the title, I will give you a prize. As always, post guesses in the comments section.Chasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359620349046662951noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805488160388854859.post-75719805400138024822010-04-01T14:20:00.004-06:002010-04-01T17:48:45.312-06:00Musings on Arena RockCaptain's blog, supplemental:<div><br /></div><div>I've been taking a class this semester called History of Jazz. Most of the time, I really enjoy going to class and learning about different musicians and listening to cool (or hot) music. But there are those times when I get a little bored, and my mind wanders (anybody who's shocked right now must not not actually know me. How did you get here, anyway?).</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, when my mind decides to take a break from Dr. Harker's lectures, it actually just goes to another class taught by Dr. Wikipedia. I have dubbed this class History of Music (with emphasis on the subtleties of grooving bass lines and face-melting guitar solos). What this actually means is that I take advantage of my only class with Internet access and read up on some of my favorite rock bands and musicians.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, what purpose does this have other than explaining why my History of Jazz grade will be... less than perfect? I'm getting there. Yesterday, I decided to do some reading about the Scorpions. Among the many interesting things I learned (they've had like 50 different bassists and get a new drummer every time the old one breaks down), this stuck out the most: they're still recording! After 45 years of music and over 60 years of life, they came out with a new album last week.</div><div><br /></div><div>Naturally, I had to download <i>Sting In the Tail</i>. It's pretty awesome; I'm amazed they can still bring it at their age. While listening to songs with great names like "Raised on Rock" and "Spirit of Rock," my mind unfortunately turned to The Who's Super Bowl halftime show (I keep trying to block it from my memory, but it won't go away). I asked myself: if the NFL (or whomever's responsible for the halftime entertainment) insists on getting old dudes to pretend like they're young and hip, why can't they get someone like the Scorpions, who can still rock?</div><div><br /></div><div>This brought up another important question: Which 5 old-dude bands would I most like to see perform during a Super Bowl halftime? Of course, there have to be some rules when coming up with a list like this. These are mine:</div><div><br /></div><div><ol><li>Only rock bands may be included. No other types of music, and no rock solo artists.</li><li>The band performing must have achieved popularity before 1987 (if they were popular before I was born, then they're old dudes. No exceptions.).</li><li>No time-traveling. We're not dealing with bands in their heyday. We want to hear them perform in their 2010 (or later) bodies.</li><li>Unfortunately, no reanimated corpses will be allowed. I'm terrified of zombie outbreaks (this means you, Queen).</li></ol>So, those are the rules. Without further ado, here (in reverse order of course) is the starting five for "Old-Dude Bands I Want to Perform at the Super Bowl":</div><div><br /></div><div>Number 5: Styx. They narrowly beat out G'n'R, but they could take this spot if they can get Slash.</div><div><br /></div><div>Number 4: Van Halen. Since David Lee Roth is back, this one should be a cinch. And can anyone think of a better opening to a halftime show than the opening synthesizer lines from "Jump"?</div><div><br /></div><div>Number 3: Scorpions. They jump Van Halen if, and only if, they are able to drag an orchestra along and play "Rock You Like a Hurricane 2000." But since it's my fantasy, it'll happen. Plus, they also have new stuff that they could show off.</div><div><br /></div><div>Number 2: Bon Jovi. Anyone who watched the 2010 Grammy Awards (I didn't, but that's what YouTube's for) knows that Jon Bon and crew can still bring it. A Super Bowl halftime show would be a perfect showcase for them. I think it could be kind of like Paul McCartney's show back in 2005. In fact, I think this one could actually happen someday.</div><div><br /></div><div>Number 1: Journey. Of course. But even though this choice probably doesn't surprise any readers out there, I don't think any of you quite understand the potential here. Let me paint you a picture....</div><div><br /></div><div>Sunday, February 5 2011. Super Bowl XLV has just reached halftime with the Donovan McNabb-led Eagles trailing the New England Patriots by 10 (this is my fantasy, remember?). The lights go down in Cowboys Stadium, just before the opening guitar riffs of "Wheel in the Sky" are heard. Journey fans are pleased and amazed to see Steve Smith on the drums, since he hasn't played with Journey since 1998. But he's agreed to do this show.</div><div><br /></div><div>After "Wheel in the Sky" (featuring a killer Neal Schon guitar solo), Arnel Pineda (Journey's current vocalist) performs a rousing segment of "Open Arms," and the audience begins to forget the atrocities committed by The Who the previous year.</div><div><br /></div><div>After "Open Arms" finishes, Arnel inexplicably leaves the stage. Ross Valory steps forward, and he and Jonathan Cain begin the familiar opening of Journey's most famous song. But when the iconic lyrics start, the audience notices the change in voice as Steve Perry steps onto the stage. The crowd goes ballistic, obviously. After the closing notes, the now-complete quintet announces that they're together to stay.</div><div><br /></div><div>That show would end up being one of the greatest moments in rock history. Inspired by Journey's performance, the Eagles take the field with new life and claw their way back into the game, ultimately winning.</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, there's my list. What a long post this was. I know that I've left off some fantastic old dude bands, so I'll give it up to you guys. Who else should make the list?</div><div><br /></div>Chasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359620349046662951noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805488160388854859.post-9813774141285455562010-03-30T18:18:00.002-06:002010-03-31T17:06:22.598-06:00Shameless Other-PromotionCaptain's blog, supplemental:<br /><br />Does anybody want to hear about the greatest sport in the world? Do you? Well, as before, I'm not going to tell you about it. But unlike before, I'm going direct to someone else who can tell you about it.<br /><br />I hereby turn the remainder of my blog time over to the one, the only Ryan Mahoney!<br /><br /><a href="http://ryanhasalist.blogspot.com/2010/03/murderdeathtennis.html">http://ryanhasalist.blogspot.com/2010/03/murderdeathtennis.html</a>Chasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359620349046662951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805488160388854859.post-77277572895754315872010-03-15T15:06:00.009-06:002010-03-17T00:25:15.557-06:00Et Tu, Brute?<div>Captain's blog, supplemental:</div><br /><br /><div>I like to ponder. That probably doesn't surprise most of you, especially those of you that have had to wait for me to exit the shower. That's a good place to attempt to solve the mysteries of the universe, by the way.<br /><br /><div> </div><div>Today being the Ides of March, Shakespeare's <em>Julius Caesar</em> has been kind of floating through my mind. For some reason, <em>Julius Caesar</em> has always been my favorite of the Bard's works. I'm not really sure why that is. Maybe that's because it really has some awesome quotes. It was written in 1599 (the same time as <em>Hamlet</em>), when Shakespeare was at the height of his writing powers. It's a great read.</div><br /><div> </div><div>You're probably asking yourselves why I'm boring you with the literary details. I'm writing this today because today I feel a little like Julius Caesar. Not long ago, I felt like a conqueror. I was on top of the world, and I didn't think anything could bring me back down. How naïve.</div><br /><div> </div><div>Little did I know that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">malevolent</span> forces were conspiring for my downfall behind my back. Others saw the danger, and tried to warn me. I ignored signs and warnings, because "I [was] constant as the northern star," and could not be moved from my lofty place.</div><br /><div> </div><div>Of course, like Caesar, I was wrong. And today, the Ides of March, I have felt like I was actually stabbed 23 times. Like with Caesar, the killing blow was not to the back from a cowardly hired assassin like many would expect. Instead, it was delivered straight to the heart by someone I loved. Someone I trusted and never expected to turn on me.</div><div><br /></div><div>This may seem melodramatic, but I couldn't really think of another way to describe everything. Plus, it's just the way I write. But don't worry everyone, because my story, unlike Caesar's, already has a happy ending. See, my wounds aren't life-threatening, though the pain is very real. I've fallen from great heights, but I remember that the reason we as humans fall is so that we can learn to pick ourselves up. Things will turn out just fine; all wounds heal. And one day, I'll be back on top again.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, reading over this post, I realize this is fully of some pretty heavy, personal stuff. And it's kind of long. Sorry, everyone. I just needed to let some of it out, and it's my blog. Deal with it. Anyway, I'll get back to the light-hearted stuff next time. In fact, I've got some more Caesar-related stuff. Next time, we'll talk about how Roman history and Julius Caesar tie to my favorite movie! Peace, everyone.</div></div>Chasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359620349046662951noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805488160388854859.post-46886373262166017782010-03-08T16:06:00.002-07:002010-10-14T18:12:04.488-06:00I Have a Secret....Captain's blog, supplemental:<br /><br />Yes, this is actually Chase writing. And yes, I am actually writing a blog post. You may pick your jaw up off the floor now.<br /><br />Much has changed since my last attempt at a comeback, and even more since I actually wrote a real post. And guess what? I'm not going to blog about it. If I even try, I'll never finish. So, I'm just going to move on. And I'm going to start with some big news.<br /><br />The news is that something big is about to happen. Something big is about to strike the blogosphere. Something I will play a key role in. Something so big, I can't go about it by myself. So I'm bringing out some of my "big guns" to bring this thing to pass.<br /><br />Am I going to tell you more now? No way. Was this whole blog post just a tease? Of course it was. Tell you what, though: I encourage you to guess what smashing thing I'm hiding from you. Guesses may be posted in the comments section.<br /><br />In the meantime, I know why you're all here, reading right now. You saw my other teaser. You know, the one I posted on Facebook and Twitter? Yeah, and you all want to know who this is:<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIdAgk6roU6d77e43pBXI4GCIH-Ly995XMgKsrLRT901EtH6gqxLExMk3h8D7lm0ruber8_p6WVJGgfLg8aT0qRoQRTAoBaXRuxYOIBk-YpKDio1HxWBCGjOXud1QLkcLff5jcLBmd5Fku/s1600-h/PHP4B8EA7704BF60.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446448628013830002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIdAgk6roU6d77e43pBXI4GCIH-Ly995XMgKsrLRT901EtH6gqxLExMk3h8D7lm0ruber8_p6WVJGgfLg8aT0qRoQRTAoBaXRuxYOIBk-YpKDio1HxWBCGjOXud1QLkcLff5jcLBmd5Fku/s320/PHP4B8EA7704BF60.jpg" border="0" /></a>So, who is he? His name is Isaiah Mustafa. Aside from just having an awesome name, why should we care about him? He played wide receiver at Arizona State University with former Broncos QB Jake Plummer. In 1996, they went 11-1 and should have won the Rose Bowl (I'm laying the blame on Plummer), finishing the season ranked #4 (one spot ahead of BYU). He also had a very brief career with the Seattle Seahawks. <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Again, why blog about him?</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Look down....</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Now back up!</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCFS8f6huB2At3bp73-yTjjxoC-rnk851T1dJ8suVvKc_iBkf_rzgoyZXqJiU287-pP97jq64H-O8ov7_eLgmLs2aS2fQKMXFHfiRjdqm4ZQbHPN_CTuO9ohLx1_IxflXsMK6nC0VMwBpK/s1600-h/thumb.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446451810772732546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCFS8f6huB2At3bp73-yTjjxoC-rnk851T1dJ8suVvKc_iBkf_rzgoyZXqJiU287-pP97jq64H-O8ov7_eLgmLs2aS2fQKMXFHfiRjdqm4ZQbHPN_CTuO9ohLx1_IxflXsMK6nC0VMwBpK/s320/thumb.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">It makes the commercial even more awesome (yes, it's possible) knowing he almost won a Rose Bowl, doesn't it?</div>Chasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359620349046662951noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805488160388854859.post-23099679965853062402009-11-03T14:31:00.001-07:002010-03-15T16:47:27.395-06:00Hiatus... Over!Captain's blog, supplemental:<br /><br /><br />So, I'm back. I've been feeling a lot of pressure to revitalize my blog (recently a lot of that pressure has come from a certain Mrs. Horne), and I'm finally caving to it all.<br /><br />I guess that I've just been holding out, waiting for some brilliant idea to seize me and demand to be put on the web. Yeah, that hasn't happened, and it probably won't happen anytime soon. So, I have no idea what to write. But I've missed writing, so I'll just start going and see what happens.<br /><br /><br />Oh, I need to apologize. In my last post, four months ago, I said that I would try to write a post about the followers of my blog. I didn't expect the sudden explosion of followers that resulted. So I'd still like to write those posts, but it'll have to wait while I try to get into the blogging groove.<br /><br /><br />Now, to get back in the groove, I need more ideas. I've been reading a lot of blogs, which have helped (shout out to Katie Chrystler). But I also submit to you, my readers: what would you like to hear about? I will do my best to oblige. You may put all ideas in the comments section.<br /><br /><br />So, I think that'll do it for my comeback post. I'll do a real post sometime soon.Chasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359620349046662951noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805488160388854859.post-53558079903611279192009-07-16T16:40:00.000-06:002009-07-19T19:51:26.162-06:00The Welcoming Committee<div style="text-align: left;">Captain's blog, supplemental:</div><br /><div> </div><div>So I've just thought of a brilliant new feature for my blog. I've decided that whenever I gain a new follower (I sound like the leader of some strange cult when I say that), I will run a piece on that person as a welcome. Sounds good, eh? For all of you loyal readers, I may retroactivate this.</div><br /><div> </div><div>This proves difficult because there are some readers that stay hidden in the shadows and mask their identity, only emerging to post random comments on my boards. I encourage you to hide no longer! Join the team!</div><br /><div> </div><div>That being said, let me tell you about Garrett MacKay. The date of our first meeting has been lost to the closet monsters of time, but it must have been in seventh grade, because I outlined his picture in my yearbook as a person that I liked. However, in eighth grade we were both chosen by Ms. Thornock to be on the Centennial mock trial teams. We were assigned as the closing prosecuting attorney for our respective teams. So, Garrett came over to my house one Saturday to work on our closing statements together.</div><div><br /></div><div>After we had done our mock trial work, Garrett and I spotted the newest issue of Sports Illustrated sitting on the kitchen counter. Our perusal and discussion of the magazine led to a discovery of many common interests, notably BYU football. And that, as they say, was that.</div><div><br /></div><div>We've spent two and a half years apart, but now it seems like neither of us ever left. I'm glad to have my best friend back, and welcome him to the Captain's (B)Log.</div><div><br /></div><div>p.s. If anyone has a favorite Garrett story, post it in the comment boxes.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV_OcN7nB1krApeu2KJcaWy53kUzW8E17axW5rLZLGI3z6oxwHXU8FS_4gqPjQ2GM3Y-u2xx0hgFP_bmKipvcCHWjk6KJsJDj5F-aevk7mugHRQIziqQVLFi6I1D6mDuRUVOreBQWAEig1/s320/Garrett.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360347073292616226" /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Wm0PybN0QQJogBOw0jx-H1-NXfejU34gwfKOwIvuRygT7p1BUl4M9H_DNTTrKw2nRVl_zHPMg7rqcK2TUYRcByvDIMyJif34km0xKQJAkbi2ZkzAngBjM9T7egULLSTPLTsLiVqyt_1W/s320/Chase.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360347663112112562" /><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Garrett and me from the eighth grade yearbook.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2fZ0z79pPLL4yrCy44pasXM9VRAeNYzQtUl96SO4LKZUfvhuKwo_9t3JcwgGyf6W7TGB7U5unOh8dukPRLCqR6K-xdXycoC3L4_Td9WxY31lWn3EC4WCO-Oc5ueGLnRdhcqBmnQTqICzO/s320/Elder+MacKay+and+Me.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360347980943288610" /></div><div> </div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Garrett and me last week.</div><div><br /><div> </div><br /><div> </div></div>Chasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359620349046662951noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805488160388854859.post-7584189951920028042009-06-24T14:47:00.000-06:002009-07-19T19:49:09.891-06:00AdSenseless<div>Captain's blog, supplemental:</div><div><br /></div>Has anybody who reads my blog noticed the ads on the side? I suggest clicking on them, because then I can get some money. That was my subliminal message for this post. But the liminal message is that those ads make me laugh. There was one once that said I can become a better creative writer by hypnosis. Don't ask me how that one works. There was also one that said to blog about cancer to be entered in a prize drawing.<br /><br />Cancer is bad.Chasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359620349046662951noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805488160388854859.post-53939692207040895622009-06-12T14:48:00.001-06:002009-07-19T19:49:50.978-06:00Liberation<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaAK5lxr2v0wyJTPP7PBe0AU6t6vl0gN6SIhR88ygWpwazxYFH2FdWNWV39Gg3QvJ7kkAYGgT8fdLIVkrfK5F6ND4SYwBT7e6Q_iZgZ17vPTIppKqdMfh0vPn6DPegFNYZjk7EUw85GZPE/s1600-h/EndlessSummer.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346589927077775586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaAK5lxr2v0wyJTPP7PBe0AU6t6vl0gN6SIhR88ygWpwazxYFH2FdWNWV39Gg3QvJ7kkAYGgT8fdLIVkrfK5F6ND4SYwBT7e6Q_iZgZ17vPTIppKqdMfh0vPn6DPegFNYZjk7EUw85GZPE/s320/EndlessSummer.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Captain's blog, supplemental:</div><br /><div>So I just had an awesome moment. I'm currently sitting here at Nu Skin, with very little to do. It's a nice, slow Friday. Anyway, I'm very used to being busy with schoolwork and other things. Lately I've been very stressed out because I had lots to do, and I left it all until the last minute. That's a lot of pressure.</div><br /><div>Just now, I felt that same pressure starting to come back. I started running a list of things I need to do through my head. Then I realized what I have to do: NOTHING. I turned in my last assignment of the term this morning. I'm free! Summer's actually started now! But I still have this urge to write something, so here I am. I think I'll make a list of things I'm going to do during my summer break.</div><br /><div>1. Go treasure hunting at Topaz Mountain tomorrow. I'm gonna find me some rare gems. Maybe we'll get attacked by some Nazis and have to keep a rare, obscenely powerful artifact from falling into their posession.</div><br /><div>2. Grow a goatee. Or at least attempt to. I may not have enough time to get a really good one.</div><br /><div>3. Maybe I can beat some kind of video game.</div><br /><div>4. Buy a laptop</div><br /><div>5. Start writing about important stuff on my currently lackluster blog.</div><br /><div>6. Write stuff on my currently lackluster blog period.</div><br /><div>7. Hone my lightsaber skills.</div><br /><div>8. At some point in early to mid-July I will be re-instating the Police Cop Plan for Global Domination.</div><br /><div>9. Start working on my fingerprint custom doorbell (Project Doortone).</div><br /><div>10. Find some rich guy to finance Project Doortone.</div><br /><div>11. Play some soccer and/or some football</div><br /><div>12. Write a novel.</div><br /><div>13. Get bitten by a radioactive spider.</div><br /><div>14. Defeat Communism</div><br /><div>15. And if I have time, go find me a wife.</div><br /><div>Yes, summer is looking great!</div><br /><div>P.S. If my beloved readers (all three of you) have any more summer fun suggestions, feel free to add them in the comments section.</div>Chasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359620349046662951noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805488160388854859.post-79693316878853468672009-04-28T16:42:00.000-06:002009-04-28T19:05:48.803-06:00Spring is Off to a Great StartCaptain's blog, supplemental:<br /><br />Spring classes started this morning, as many of you are no doubt aware. I knew that parking is generally better in the spring than during fall or winter, so I set off to find a new spot. As I approached the underground lot, I saw the car in front of me seemingly go right past the barrier. So I thought that the underground lot and the parking past the barrier were open to students for the spring and summer.<br /><br />I pulled up to the barrier until I was nearly touched it with my car. Nothing. Then I looked in my side mirror and saw the security guy coming towards me. He told me I needed a faculty pass... bummer. So I had to take my time turning my Explorer around. Of course there was a car behind me; I'm sure they were discussing how retarded I am. But I found a parking spot and went to my Book of Mormon class (2 girls and about 40 guys, bit of a disappointment).<br /><br />After Book of Mormon, I headed over to my Creative Writing class in the Benson building next door. I found the classroom designated on my schedule and walked in. I looked for a place to sit and noticed that the front row was entirely empty. I made a witty remark as I walked to my seat about being the only one brave enough to sit in the front row. No laughs, not even a smile. I wouldn't have been surprised to hear crickets chirping or even to see a tumbleweed roll through. I asked myself, "What kind of English class has such humorless people in it?" I had a hard time seeing a lot of creative writing coming out of these students.<br /><br />As I glanced around my new classroom, I noticed that most of them had the same <em>gigantic</em> textbook. I looked closer and saw some very scary, complicated-looking diagrams. I suddenly got a very bad feeling. Then the professor walked in. He looked like an all-right guy, pretty young. Definitely English professor type. But he quickly dispelled my hope that the identical monster textbooks were only a coincidence.<br /><br />"Everyone's here for Organic Chemistry, right?" the professor said. The bad feeling turned to all-out fear. Organic chemistry, my worst nightmare right behind Math anything. I quickly raised my hand asking what happened to my class. He didn't know, but a kind (though probably deadpan) student suggested I call BYU Info. Fortunately I have the number programmed into my phone. I called as soon as I left the classroom.<br /><br />It took a couple of transfers to get to the right department, but I was eventually connected to a nice young woman. She verified my course information and asked if I was registered for the Monday, Wednesday and Friday section. I said yes, and she dropped the bombshell on me.<br /><br />"Today's Tuesday."Chasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359620349046662951noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805488160388854859.post-22209308807335306882009-04-09T16:39:00.000-06:002009-04-09T18:11:30.713-06:00My True CallingCaptain's blog, supplemental:<br /><br />So I had one of those moments today. You know those moments of absolute clarity where something just clicks? Yeah, I had something better than that. And now I understand....<br /><br />For the last few months, I have had a massive internal struggle about my future. I suppose it happens to every returned missionary/new college student. One minute everything seems to be settled, your plan is set. Then suddenly uncertainty creeps in, and you're gasping for air, looking for a purpose.<br /><br />I've been through this whole kaleidoscope of emotions recently. But today, that all ended. Now, I feel confident in my future. Specifically what I want to do with my life.<br /><br />There were many factors that entered into my decision. I'm a man of varied interests. So I've been hoping for a career that would satisfy as many as possible:<br /><br />1. I need a career that allows me to work with people. I crave social interaction, so a job where I work with others is a must.<br /><br />2. Along with that, a job where I can help people solve their problems would be very nice as well.<br /><br />3. My job should be filled with adventure. I don't think I'd do very well sitting behind a desk all day. I'm a man of action, always looking for things to do.<br /><br />4. If I can, a job where I can stay in shape physically would be nice too.<br /><br />5. I should be able to strategize and expand my natural creative leanings.<br /><br />6. A sweet company car would be cool.<br /><br />7. Job security, I want a profession that will always be needed.<br /><br />8. I want my job to take me places. I'm so curious about the world around me.<br /><br />9. And of course, fame and fortune would be quite cool. I've always had a desire to be seen and heard, while making a pretty penny.<br /><br />That's the list I've been mentally writing for many years now. But until today, I was not able to find a profession that met all of those requirements. But now, I will forever more be devoting my time and energy into my ultimate goal, which is to become...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">A GHOSTBUSTER!</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzOLQJlWF1AwTmc3wgnEanDPIMBiRixnbo4A8WwqZYIL7UkBqlyZuDk-c1sdTmMcIMUmG_VqjEwEnURmu6OsR9Qx-JitQyOc-_2vlkCgB2IfqwlgRSVZnZqsfayoEc0aZOs54ShewmBY3j/s1600-h/IMG_0137.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322846428283866850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzOLQJlWF1AwTmc3wgnEanDPIMBiRixnbo4A8WwqZYIL7UkBqlyZuDk-c1sdTmMcIMUmG_VqjEwEnURmu6OsR9Qx-JitQyOc-_2vlkCgB2IfqwlgRSVZnZqsfayoEc0aZOs54ShewmBY3j/s320/IMG_0137.jpg" border="0" /></a>Chasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359620349046662951noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805488160388854859.post-46860303011447051372009-02-09T21:00:00.000-07:002009-02-09T21:55:40.746-07:00New Pants, Shoes, and... a Baby?!<div>Captain's blog, supplemental:</div><div><br /></div>I got a new niece today. I'm sure that will come as a surprise to all of my family members, who may be wondering if I've been literally robbing the cradle. But fear not mothers of Provo, your children are safe in their beds.<div><br /></div><div>So, this evening I took my sister Isabel to Wal-Mart so she could buy some shoes. Interesting sidenote--for some reason, whenever I go shopping with anyone else, I almost always end up spending a lot more money than my shopping companion. Take tonight for example. Isabel didn't end up finding any shoes; I, on the other hand, bought some new work clothes, then went to Ross for shoes. I ended up spending $130... tabernouche.</div><div><br /></div><div>I looking at George golf shirts when I saw Danielle Mahoney, Kyle's sister-in-law. This was my first time seeing her since I've been home, and my first time meeting little Reagan Mahoney. Boy, she's cute (probably because she doesn't look a thing like Kyle). I love her curly hair the most. Anyway, I do have a point here. Danielle introduced me to Reagan as "Uncle Chase". Therefore, I have a new niece. Hooray!</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm not sure if anyone else found that as cool as I did. But if you don't like this post, then I'm laying the blame directly on your shoulders. You may recall in my very first log that I asked for suggestions of things that will make this exciting. I have yet to receive any. So... yeah. Here's another call for those. Let me know!</div><div><br /></div><div>One last thing to think about: I wonder if underwear sales at the Orem Wal-Mart are noticeably lower than other markets... </div>Chasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359620349046662951noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805488160388854859.post-63201234075741104252009-02-02T14:07:00.000-07:002009-02-02T16:18:28.129-07:00I Wish Bill Murray Had Completed the Job...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga1wPuwpZCEPV2Yb8Wdw7Qw-VUFXc2GvMNpmbo5bVIY1OouHq9G5FFgLWQBAFNHBKrDccQWF_014-39LiJS5mSjmTQm46Pt-RC759VrgO4pZmelfZFA4ojw7jWOiSsXFchXEohQCGgMXxC/s1600-h/APTOPIX_Groundhog_Day.sff_PACK101_20090202080338.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 136px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga1wPuwpZCEPV2Yb8Wdw7Qw-VUFXc2GvMNpmbo5bVIY1OouHq9G5FFgLWQBAFNHBKrDccQWF_014-39LiJS5mSjmTQm46Pt-RC759VrgO4pZmelfZFA4ojw7jWOiSsXFchXEohQCGgMXxC/s400/APTOPIX_Groundhog_Day.sff_PACK101_20090202080338.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298318126877546178" /></a><br /><div>Captain's blog, supplemental:</div><div><br /></div>So, once again Punxsutawney Phil has delivered us a gut shot. However, while reading the story on the Drudge Report, I noticed many holes. According to the article, Groundhog Day comes from a German superstition. This superstition says that if a hibernating animal sees his shadow on the Christian holiday of Candlemas, then there will be six more weeks of winter. So why a groundhog? If we need a hibernating animal, why not a bear? Or a squirrel? Or BYU's defense (in any sport)? Do groundhogs have some kind of built-in barometer? Personally, I'd trust Mark Eubank more than Phil.<div><br /></div><div>Here's another curious fact: apparently, Punxsutawney Phil has been doing this whole shot-in-the-dark thing since 1887! That's a century before I was even born! According to Wikipedia, the average groundhog lives to be anywhere from two to six years in the wild, and 22 years at the most in captivity. This "Phil" is a fake! Even if the original groundhog was able to predict the weather, we have no reason to believe that this fraud could even predict the ending of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Twilight</span>! </div><div><div><br /></div><div>But, because I am worried about the possibility of six more weeks of my least favorite season (in Québec it lasts six months), I decided to perform my own test. After all, I have about as many credentials as Punxsutawney Phil as a metereologist. Plus, I'm much better looking. So I went outside early this afternoon to have a look for myself. And despite the sun shining directly overhead, I didn't see any shadow! So there you go, it's my word against the imposter Phil. Who do you really trust? <br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div>Chasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359620349046662951noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805488160388854859.post-87496297722766664302009-02-01T18:19:00.000-07:002009-02-02T14:00:23.175-07:00The Maiden VoyageCaptain's blog, supplemental:<div><br /></div><div>So, since everyone has been incessantly hounding me to start my own blog ::cough:: Camille ::cough::, I hereby begin "The Captain's (B)Log". I suppose the first order of business is to explain the unique name. Those of you who know me (which should be everyone actually reading this) will understand that it's rooted in Star Trek. I've always wanted to be the captain of a starship. Somehow though, I don't see that happening. However, I have dubbed myself "captain" on numerous occasions. I think it makes for a good name.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, I've never done my own blog, so I don't really know what to do... uh... it's currently halftime of Super Bowl XLIII. I don't find the halftime show nearly as interesting as the game, so I decided to use this time to start my blog. The Steelers went into the locker room after a 100-yard interception return. An amazing feat for a big man like James Harrison. But... those who actually watched the replay know that it should've been called back. Last I checked, it was against the rules to grab a players jersey and hold him by it... water under the bridge I guess, but now everyone knows that I saw it...</div><div><br /></div><div>So that's the "Maiden Voyage" I guess. Like I've already said, I don't know what to do for a blog. Any suggestions, ideas, or criticisms are welcome. But no death threats. Okay, peace! </div>Chasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359620349046662951noreply@blogger.com0