I am not a skier. I have never been. I don’t have an interest in it and never will. I had two separate times when I went skiing and both times they ended in terrible tragedies. Okay, so it wasn’t tragic. If you read on, you will realize that I have a terrible relationship when it comes to putting on skies and going down a hill. I am not a sporting person. I prefer to run but I have been lacking in that department. I would play football with friends that was probably the greatest time I ever had playing football. I am not going to say skiing is a sport. It is a leisure activity but if you were to ask someone who takes skiing as a career, they will argue with me and say, yes, skiing is a sport. Skiing is a sport just like Nascar is a sport. I am rambling on because I want to lengthen this introduction to more than just a few sentences. Keep reading and you will understand why I don’t ski and why I have terrible luck with it.
The world of technology is growing as a rapid pace. It’s hard for the knowledgeable to even grasp everything that changes. We all know that when you buy a computer, it will be out of date the moment you take it out of the box. That’s how fast things improve. I like to think that I am very tech savvy. I am not a pro in the field but I do know my way around gadgets and gizmos a plenty. But there are people who cannot understand it. When I say, “people”, I am talking about my mother. Bless her heart. She has an iPhone and for some reason, has an iPad, which I doubt she uses for nothing more than candy crush and words with friends. Are those two games still relevant now? She recently bought a new a computer. I had to go over and help her move some files. That was quite the task.
Another shooting. It is the norm now. I think America is broke. We are a broken country with little to no regard to anyone. We are constantly killing each other because…well, I don’t know. We just do. We just keep killing each other and pray. We pray that it will end and condemn violence. But let a day or two pass and we are back at it again, killing each other then praying for it to end. Rinse and repeat.
I like to blog about things that happen in my life. It’s what I do. This is a random encounter I had and made me question the people on the road begging for money. I like to think of myself as a good person. I really want to help people. I may come across as an asshole and such but I really am a nice guy, even if I am easily confused. While that has no relation to this story, I wanted to throw that out there. That bitch can die. You never and I mean never ask someone if they are medically or mentally disabled in anyway. It just isn’t right and quite frankly, it’s an invasion of privacy. Again, that side note has nothing to do with the story at hand. I just wanted to throw it out there cause that lady pissed me off and I don’t care if a bus ran her over, killing her and disposing this world of a terrible and heartless bitch. After saying I am good person, I go off and say that. Meh. To the story…
I have been pestered by people about this movie. They would go on and on about how great this movie is. How funny and original it is. I never cared to see this movie. I didn’t listen to the critics or people from work about the greatness of this flick. I shrugged it off about went about my way to do more important things. Things that are more important than watching a movie about a man in a red spandex suit. But I did take the plunge and dropped the six dollars (thanks, U-Verse) and watched the movie. Continue reading