Shameless Other-Promotion

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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.

I hereby turn the remainder of my blog time over to the one, the only Ryan Mahoney!

http://ryanhasalist.blogspot.com/2010/03/murderdeathtennis.html

Et Tu, Brute?

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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.

Today being the Ides of March, Shakespeare's Julius Caesar has been kind of floating through my mind. For some reason, Julius Caesar 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 Hamlet), when Shakespeare was at the height of his writing powers. It's a great read.

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.

Little did I know that malevolent 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.

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.

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.

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.

I Have a Secret....

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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.

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.

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.

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.

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:



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.

Again, why blog about him?

Look down....

Now back up!

It makes the commercial even more awesome (yes, it's possible) knowing he almost won a Rose Bowl, doesn't it?

Hiatus... Over!

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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.

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.


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.


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.


So, I think that'll do it for my comeback post. I'll do a real post sometime soon.

The Welcoming Committee

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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.

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!

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.

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.

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.

p.s. If anyone has a favorite Garrett story, post it in the comment boxes.

Garrett and me from the eighth grade yearbook.

Garrett and me last week.

AdSenseless

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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.

Cancer is bad.

Liberation

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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.

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.

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.

2. Grow a goatee. Or at least attempt to. I may not have enough time to get a really good one.

3. Maybe I can beat some kind of video game.

4. Buy a laptop

5. Start writing about important stuff on my currently lackluster blog.

6. Write stuff on my currently lackluster blog period.

7. Hone my lightsaber skills.

8. At some point in early to mid-July I will be re-instating the Police Cop Plan for Global Domination.

9. Start working on my fingerprint custom doorbell (Project Doortone).

10. Find some rich guy to finance Project Doortone.

11. Play some soccer and/or some football

12. Write a novel.

13. Get bitten by a radioactive spider.

14. Defeat Communism

15. And if I have time, go find me a wife.

Yes, summer is looking great!

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.