Fun with lists

Hey readers just for fun I am going to see who all reads this and who doesn't.
The following people are jerkfaces:
Eric Boyum
Tommy Lee
Ashlee Simpson
Britney Spears
Al Davis (Numero Uno)
The Beattles
Red McCombs (extreme jerkface)
Michael Bolton & Kenny G for having mullets
Dave Letterman and Paul Schaffer
Henry Ford
Anyone who doesn't like my interests
People who thought Mr. Bergan sucked
English Prime Miister Chamberlain
Simon Cowell
People with Boston/New England accents
Janet Jackson
The guy who invented Pepsi
Sam Walton
Omarosa Menegoth Stallworth (however it's spelled)
Rudy Perpich
People who dis Richard Nixon
"Deepthroat"
Drew Barrymore (for making me scared of her movies)
John F. Kennedy(for being a fake)
The band Kutless
Many bands from the 60's & 70's
Bush Bashers
Finally J.D. Salinger

I look forawrd to hearing from you all . . . or at least hopefully Aaron Reini.
If you didn't make the list consider yourself lucky or at least forgotten.

K2
(nothing personal Aaron it's just that i know some of these people are personal favorites of yours and not of mine. I'm not calling you one just some of the people you like)

This is just a test picture. But it is my dream hat. I really like it.  

Constant Sorrow

Now I will start by saying I am not depressed or angered or anything like that . . . . although I do have an agenda tonight. Today the WORST news possible came out of the NFL. My favorite receiver in the league, and coincidently the best receiver in the entire league will be traded to my most hated of team owners & and second most hated team behind the New York Giants. My dad can't understand why I'm so upset about the trade; I mean Minnesota does get a linebacker by the name of Napoleon Harris, the 7th overall pick, and a late round draft pick. I mean that totally adds up to a phenomenal wide-out. Please don't get me wrong I bet Napoleon Harris is a decent player but he is not the best at his position in the league. Currently the only hope to keep Randy here is for the sale of the team to go through and Reggie to cancel it. I mean he paid (or is paying) for the Vikings with Moss. not a GREAT team without an awesome receiver. If I were him I'd object saying that he purchased Randy along with the Franchise name, debts, and players. I like to compare it to this simple analogy: I sell you a car. It's in good condition; just needing a little body work and a few minor dents and dings. Well you purchase the vehicle and we're just waiting on the bank to say that the check is good (The NFL owners are the bank here). While we are awaiting the transaction, someone you don't like comes along and says "I will trade you a few decent sprockets, a can of paint and a plunger for that beast of a transmission you got in the thing." So I trade for the junk. Meanwhile you're left with a few scrap parts, and no transmission for the drive and torque to drive the car. Well you could convert the few sprockets into a transmission but what are the odds that you could build the transmission out of them? Slim to none. This, in my opinion, is what Red McCombs is doing to the Vikings. He's leaving them without a rarely problematic transmission and giving them a few sprockets. While he's raping the Vikings of talent, I believe we had a pro-bowl quarterback, a stellar center, a very good defensive tackle, and an equally good cornerback. So Red, finish your rape. It's not enough you stand to make a $400 million profit from the sale but you have to do this? Not cool man. It is a well known fact that you didn't get your stadium-which I believe you would have charged Fowler for too. You were pissed off also that the NFL wouldn't let you move the team to San Antonio. Another reason for your bitterness is probably also that Minnesota fans hated you. Boohoo McCombs- you had to take the cowardly way out by leaving your former franchise crippled. Grow up!
That is what is on my mind for tonight. I ask that if you have any comments on this topic post a comment. Or also call them:
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Into my psyche

In most of my posts, I give insight into my daily life, this one will allow you to get into my mind. I usually don't allow many people in there because there isn't much going on usually. But so now, I was depressed for a few days. For those who didn't know I really liked Andella, I sent her flowers in hopes to push Brian, the guy she likes, out of the picture, (I know it was rather immature). But when she received them she just gave me a thank-you. I was expecting something . . . more. I interpreted the "Thank You" as a rejection. The depression came as a result of my inability to understand what our friendship was.
Now, I have been running myself ragged lately and stress is a thing that was becoming apparent. The thing with Andella added to my stess & it was the straw that set me off. I was SICK of it all & I wanted out.
I sat and thought about giving up for all day Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. On Tueday we went to a bar and nothing would have made me happier on Tuesday night than to go order 5 shots of Jack; I wanted to escape from it all. It was kind of odd that on Tuesday and Thursday at school we mainly discussed religion. , It was apparent that I couldn't escape from God. That bothered me. I was stressing even worse now.
On Thursday night I came online and talked to a friend. We discussed my stress levels. I've been relaxin and talking to God every so often so I don't stress major. He is so good. He just sits and listens to me. He gives me solice. I hate to pawn my worries off on him but he takes them and I don't know what he does but they are gone. So I suppose the idea of this whole thing is this: Don' put yourself in my position. It's a terrible spot to be in. Go get relief from God. And the secondary theme would probably be: God sticks to you man. When you don't want to be bothered he's there knocking at your heart.

Dangeresque Dan

Creativity sucks

Greeting to you few readers or more than a few, Lord knows how many spirits this thing torments. So this week truely has been for lack of a more desriptive word . . . HELL! It wouldn't have been so bad but it instantly started out on one of my least favorite days of the year. I was very depressed and I sat in my dark room for most of the day playing some basketball. I don't want to say anything about my team but everyone is 7'6 and they pose no challenge to anyone else in the league. Well it's alright though, my poor 24/7 player makes up for it. But that's a different post.

Tuesday was my step-mother's 40th birthday and we celebrated with some lasagna and G-bread. It was alright. We also got a cookies and cream cake along with Peppermint bon-bon ice cream. After the party was up, we went to 412 and played darts. I only drank Mountain Dew and a nasty pepsi. I hate that stuff so much. Afterwards we all came home and went to sleep. Fun times.

Wednesday I was not feeling well on account of the nasty ice cream; I can't stand the stuff. Give me a nice cold Coke any day. Well I didn't do anything all day and I was desperately awaiting my World War II class. This week we accomplished my life long goal- invading France. Which was closely followed by every nordic descendants' dream of invading Britain. I can feel it. It's in my blood and heritage. I am 75% scandanavian. I hear it calling. I alaways thought that Hermann Goering was a genius in the field of aerial combat, when in reality he was nothing but a coke-head. I also found out that Britians was 2 weeks away from caving into German demands. If only Goering had kept bombing the RAF airfields there may not be a modern day Europe, rather just a very large Germany. It kind of makes you wonder the influence God really does have on people and this world. But enough of that rhetoric.

Today was not a day I looked forward to. I had to turn in my journal for Freshman Comp and that meant writing answers to questions I didn't want to answer because they kind of sucked. So I finished those up and read an essay by Joan Didion which basically said not to get married in 1960's Las Vegas because it was just an industry. The essay was old and pointless in my opinion. We also had to write a rough draft for a description essay. It was a very difficult one to write. I couldn't think of a place to write about as we had write about "our place of consequence" I don't have one. So I just wrote about the Coffee House from the perspective of a tour guide. It was difficult coming up with concrete details about the place. Now I am just sitting around waiting for the Annual Business Meeting tonight at the church. I am not attending for the business meeting, rather I'm going because I have to run sound. I love doing that. I also have to tape it and what not.

Tomorrrow I have to go do my job as the Coffee House director and do some shopping for snacks and stuff. If you have any suggestions ever . . . as a good leader I will hear them out and consider them. But no fruit because we can't afford the weekly cost. If you want fruit bring it yourself. Oh yeah and I also do the CH tomorrow night, 7 PM- 1 AM come on out!

I recently discovered coffee. I always considered myself a Coke-r but hey everything can change. I should clarify though some more. It's actually espresso so I get an ever greater caffeine rush than on Coke. Well I am considering adding a new feature here. You email me a question and I will answer it to the best of my ability and, much like Strong Bad, I will poke fun at you. So I look forward to hearing from you all. My email address is kranny_19@yahoo.com

Well take care.

Dangeresque Dan

Valentine

Hey all. This week has been relaxing, hectic, strenuous, and every other adjective you could stick in there. It all started when I found out bad news. I won't say because it's a personal matter. But it was depressing, believe me. So then on Tuesday when school came, I found out we wouldn't be getting our essays back until Thursday. I had to wait 2 more days to find out news I already knew when I turned it in. More on that later.
Wednesday, I didn't do anything during the day. Night school came and we took a test and watched a video on the invasion of Belgium, France and any country in the area. We had learned about Denmark's role in the war, Norway’s, and Finland's role as well. I came home and talked to Andella until about midnight. She is such an awesome person to put up with my crap man. I tease her too much, and am often times too negative. I need to learn how to be positive.

Thursday came and we didn't do much in Cult. Geogr. So I went to Freshman Comp anxious to see my essay score. He announced that he would read off names of people to stay. I was worried my name would be on there. When he finished the list, my heart was relieved. So he started handing back papers and I got a 94! I was so happy. After I left the class, my peer editor Whenson came and congratulated me on the score. He told me I should be a professional writer. I disagree. We also got our new assignment . . . a descriptive essay. I am so unsure of my topic. I am thinking of doing my dream vacation to Miami, or a brief visit to Memphis, Tennessee. I don't know.

Well either way. On Monday a very important day is coming, St. Valentine's Day. This is a day for us men to show our thoughtful side. Or carry on our negligent side. I am trying to show my caring side as I am known for not having one. I won't say what I did until my next post. But let's just say it's going to drive someone plum crazy. So yeah, that's what's new in my life.

In hindsight, my week wasn't all that hectic in reality. Oh well, I need a life.

Dangeresque Dan

Absent Minded

Hello all!

How are you all? Well it's been a while since I posted last with a real post and not my term paper, so let me fill you in on how life has been treating me. This post may be long so please hang with me.

So I mailed Andella two copies of CDs (for ministry use only). They were Jeremy Camp: Restored and David Crowder: Lime. They both are excellent CDs. I recommend them, but I think I've said that before. I also sent her a picture I drew of her. I am not a good artist. I basically suck at drawing. But she seemed to like it; or so I think. Along with the picture and CDs, I sent a letter in which I confessed to her my true feelings toward her. For those who don't know I like her a lot. I don't want to say anything too in depth of my feelings. But I will just say this; I think she has a talent that comes from God. I have a calling on my life to minister the Gospel to others and it is my belief that together she and I would make a good team. Maybe that's just an old man's foolishness. Regardless, I did something that does not come naturally to me. I have always had a difficult time saying that stuff. It's been my downfall on many occasions.

But moving on, for my term paper I had to write a narrative essay. That's an essay where we basically have to tell a story and narrate it; hence the title: Narrative Essay. I couldn't think of a topic to do it on so I chose the retreat I gave my life to the Lord at, The Burn. Personally, I thought it turned out well after I made my corrections. I had a few grammar issues in there. Curse my poor grammar. But I am hoping to witness to the teacher and anyone else who reads it. I have never been vocal about my faith so this is a step.

In my WWII class, I've been hung up on corruptible officials who could sell out a potential 10 million people to preserve old church buildings in Southern Germany (if you want to know more ask me). SO we watched a video about the Nazi's invasion of Poland. I could see the cold-hearted malice in the eyes of the leaders of the Polish sectors, with the exception of one (he was in charge of Danzig; he wouldn't kill the people on sight or send them to concentration camps as much as the others would. Instead he classified Pollocks as Germans on a large scale merely by appearance. He was a good man.) . But the next day I turned in my paper and went to Wal-Mart and picked up some hair dye. I am trying a new color. Believe it or not I am trying black. I felt sinister the first few days with it. But now I feel rightly normal.

Later on Thursday night, I talked to Andella about the letter I sent, and she didn't have the same feelings I did. I was totally heart-broken. I am taking a risk writing this online where everyone can see it. But I had to learn that forgiveness is a virtue I need to learn; both on receiving and giving it. I am asking for forgiveness right now, Andella. I won't tell why on the post but ask me why.
Friday rolled around and I went to the CH as usual. I wasn't in the mood for it. I was down and crabby. It took a long time to get in a better mood. I played some foosball and was in the mood I am mostly while there. I was happier. Then afterwards we went to watch Napoleon Dynamite at Justine's apartment. It was ok. Then everyone but me was sick of it. So we watched "Shall We Dance." TERRIBLE! It's nothing like the commercials play it out to be. At 4 AM we went home.

On Saturday I didn't do anything. I don't know why. I tried calling Rob and Boyum. Rob thought I went bowling. Boyum was in Duluth. So I vegged all day. Sunday came and so did church. I went and Pastor Aaron preached. I wasn't in the mood to hear a sermon. But when Communion came I examined my heart and recognized bitterness, anger, envy, jealousy, depression, and a few other things I didn't need in it. When I acknowledged them and rebuked them I felt so much better and happier. No more did Satan weigh down my heart. I don't know what else to write other than I was hoping New England would win the Super Bowl. I don't like New England, but my dislike for Philadelphia is so much more. So thanks Pats for not letting Phillie take the game.
Well I suppose that just about closes all my week and this entry. I am sorry it's not as detailed as usual but it's an entire week crammed into a single posting. So take care and have a safe week. And since my name is Dangeresque Dan I suppose I'd be needing a slogan. How does this work? "Keep in Dangeresque at all times, because Safety Sam lurks about always!" I don’t know. I am open to suggestions.


Dangeresque Dan