I Am Not a Blogger.

I am not a Blogger. I am barely even a thinker.
On average, it takes about 2-4 days for me to look back at my blog and regret the things that I have written, but alas, I keep on writing. I change my mind a lot, and I also go overboard about things that don't really matter that much to me, if for no other reason than to have something to go overboard about.

Oh, I also don't blog enough. Oh, and my blogs are too short. Oh, and sometimes I don't have anything interesting to say. Scratch that. I usually don't have anything interesting to say.

But then again, I don't really have an audience, so it's all gravy.

Why are you even still reading this?

Book and their consequences.

I really despise it when people come up to you and say how you absolutely must read a certain book as it completely changed their life. Bunk. I do not worship a book, and shame on you for believing one book or author has the secrets of the universe in their hand.

Alright, now that my rant is over, I can really see how people might get to that stage. I recently read a book regarding a missionary in Japan. It was very inspirational and, to some extent, "life changing." I would not, however, trumpet the book to be the savior of all mankind. To my friends and enemies who would tell me how I have to read this or that book, please.....please please please refrain. You may recommend, and encourage, but any further encroachment will leave me no other choice but to get the dogs.

The game's afoot...

I am naturally inquisitive, or at least I like to think so. I run a lot of errands for other people at a University and when something old or otherwise interesting catches my eye I feel the need to investigate. Some might call it a character flaw, but you know those kinds of people usually end up in a government subsidized retirement facility, and that just aint' me, brotha.
Anyway, back to what I was saying. I was running an errand down in our business office nigh on a few days ago when a very old safe caught my eye. Feeling semi-responsible, I asked permission from the cashier if I could look at it. When she obliged, I opened it up and started looking around inside it, and to my surprise I discovered a very old envelope full of old checks addressed to the school from the 1930's. Sadly, before I could delve any deeper the cashier ran in and told me I wasn't supposed to be in that envelope. hurriedly, she told me to put it way and ushered me out of the room, much to my dismay.
I will return to that safe soon, most likely with a bit more stealth.
The moral of this blog is that if you don't grab hold of the adventure, then you will end up in a government subsidized retirement facility.

Stumbling.

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."

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?

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.

Salmon Loaf and Sex Trafficing.

I should write more often.

The days are being eaten up with schoolwork, though. It's straight up ridiculous!

Any-dang-way, I just felt like sharing some thoughts on my hero.
Mr. Rogers was a man of genius. "You make every day such a special day, just by being yourself." He would tell children this every weekday at the end of his show.
Profound.
Imagine that, we don't have to do anything to be special.
Not that we deserve anything, but that what we have, or what we were given, has no bearing on our worth as a human being. When I take into account the millions of tiny weird quirks one person has, and multiply it by 8 billion, I realize that there are tons of amazing little oddities that make people special.

I was talking to a friend recently about perfection. When perfection comes, and we take on the likeness of Christ, we will by no means look the same. Some call them imperfections, but the weird little quirks in our personalities are no more flaws than the color of our eyes are, unless of course you are of the opinion that Jesus was white and had blue eyes. It's the strange twists in our personalities that make us beautiful. As Five Iron Frenzy once said, our strength comes in our unity, not in our uniformity.