I enjoy using the Stumble toolbar for Firefox.
For those of you who don't know, it's simply a button you can press that will instantly transport you to the farthest reaches of the interweb based on the criteria you have entered.
When Stumbling I feel like I'm Doctor Who, or Captain Kirk or something, discovering strange new web pages and lifeforms, and the Stumble button is my USS Enterprise, able to whisk me away the moment things get a bit too weird.
"To boldly go where no Cashwell has gone before: Into the deepest, darkest corners of the world wide web on a quest for knowledge, or rather funny jokes and facts that are of no use whatsoever."
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Saturday, May 22, 2010
My Strange Misadventures
Life has a way of sending me on strange adventures.
Recently I was invited to the wedding of my Resident Assistant at college and his blushing fiance, both good friends of mine. There was nothing spur-of-the-moment about this wedding, as it was planned well in advance, and I had known I was invited for a good long while. The wedding was taking place in Laurens, South Carolina, about an hour and thirty minutes from my place of residence.
By all accounts I should have been able to plan ahead and get there with plenty of time to spare, however this of course did not happen. Due to a misreading of a message from the groom, I had left fifteen minutes later than I should have, making my arrival to the wedding fifteen minutes late as well. The wedding was taking place outside on the lawn of a very lovely establishment, and being the respectable gentleman that I am, I was not about to go traipsing into the beautiful ceremony like I owned the place. Therefore I decided to use my top-notch V.F.D. training to quietly shut my car door and sneak behind the row of cars to view the wedding behind the hedges. I felt quite the adventurer as I made my way to the optimal viewing spot without being uncovered. I had managed to look up just as he had kissed the bride in a most dashing fashion, turning her around in his arms.
Lovely.
It seems I had drove and hour and a half to do nothing more than sneak into the bushes and catch a glimpse of a kiss, only to drive back in the direction I came, towards the reception which was held and hour away.
It seems my life is geared toward adventure (yes, it was a small one, but an adventure nonetheless!). I could have watched the wedding the appropriate way, and certainly I wish I could have, however I do enjoy getting a glimpse of a beautiful moment in a way others don't, even if it happens to be creeping behind a hedge. I seem to get a lot of those moments thrown at me. Oh, and did I mention I was snappily dressed in my tweed blazer and wool socks?
Recently I was invited to the wedding of my Resident Assistant at college and his blushing fiance, both good friends of mine. There was nothing spur-of-the-moment about this wedding, as it was planned well in advance, and I had known I was invited for a good long while. The wedding was taking place in Laurens, South Carolina, about an hour and thirty minutes from my place of residence.
By all accounts I should have been able to plan ahead and get there with plenty of time to spare, however this of course did not happen. Due to a misreading of a message from the groom, I had left fifteen minutes later than I should have, making my arrival to the wedding fifteen minutes late as well. The wedding was taking place outside on the lawn of a very lovely establishment, and being the respectable gentleman that I am, I was not about to go traipsing into the beautiful ceremony like I owned the place. Therefore I decided to use my top-notch V.F.D. training to quietly shut my car door and sneak behind the row of cars to view the wedding behind the hedges. I felt quite the adventurer as I made my way to the optimal viewing spot without being uncovered. I had managed to look up just as he had kissed the bride in a most dashing fashion, turning her around in his arms.
Lovely.
It seems I had drove and hour and a half to do nothing more than sneak into the bushes and catch a glimpse of a kiss, only to drive back in the direction I came, towards the reception which was held and hour away.
It seems my life is geared toward adventure (yes, it was a small one, but an adventure nonetheless!). I could have watched the wedding the appropriate way, and certainly I wish I could have, however I do enjoy getting a glimpse of a beautiful moment in a way others don't, even if it happens to be creeping behind a hedge. I seem to get a lot of those moments thrown at me. Oh, and did I mention I was snappily dressed in my tweed blazer and wool socks?
Saturday, May 15, 2010
The Hobbit Life
Hobbits truly have the best method for living. Quaint little holes, with quaint little rooms, always well dressed, and normally quite content. And what about their diet of seven meals a day? Certainly the hobbit life must be grand.
Certain Hobbits may even be called upon to go on an adventure when circumstances require it. To be honest, I believe no life would better train a person for adventure than that of a hobbit. Only then could you properly march out into the wild world and introduce the uncivilized masses to the luxury of good manners and afternoon tea, all of course while dressed in waistcoat and trousers. Not to mention the very likely possibility that you could indeed save the world, as life often seems to favor the meek, the powerless, the pure in heart, over the brusk, heavy-handed hero, in regards to world saving.
So perhaps I mean nothing more than this: to encourage you to take a Hobbit adventure. Become meek, humble, and step out your door and see where you get swept off to. You might just end up saving the world.
Certain Hobbits may even be called upon to go on an adventure when circumstances require it. To be honest, I believe no life would better train a person for adventure than that of a hobbit. Only then could you properly march out into the wild world and introduce the uncivilized masses to the luxury of good manners and afternoon tea, all of course while dressed in waistcoat and trousers. Not to mention the very likely possibility that you could indeed save the world, as life often seems to favor the meek, the powerless, the pure in heart, over the brusk, heavy-handed hero, in regards to world saving.
So perhaps I mean nothing more than this: to encourage you to take a Hobbit adventure. Become meek, humble, and step out your door and see where you get swept off to. You might just end up saving the world.
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