Jabulani Jonny

I’m an angry driver.  I just am.  When people act like they’ve never seen a car before, yet they’re behind the wheel…that makes me angry.  My daily commute is pretty easy, nothing like Atlanta’s traffic.  However if there is traffic in Columbus, it’s at 8:05am heading downtown from the northend.  That’s my drive. 

This morning I was scatting down 2nd avenue.  Here’s the scene:
I’m cruising about 45 in a 35 down the tight 4 lane road that is 2nd Avenue; Greyhound ten yards off my right bumper, red light staring me down just down the road; there’s a dump truck stopped at the red light in my lane and four cars lined up behind; he’ll be slow to go at the green; no cars in the other lane, but not enough room to scoot in front of the Greyhound and make the stop at the red; dangit; so I slow down for the cars lined up behind the dumptruck in my lane as the light turns green; Saturn in front of me will not frackin’ go; come on!; don’t be hitting the brakes when it’s green; I know I’m all up on your luggage rack, but that would change if you would just GO!; I cut around asking WTF; expletive, expletive; cut to 5 minutes later in the coffee shop line; a woman walks in and I recognize the hair; the recipient of my nasty snarls; I let her in front of me in line; then she lights up and looks at me and says….

"Jonathan? From Christ Community Church?  Hi, I’m _________, how is your son?  We have been praying for him non-stop.  It’s such a blessing to see you guys back at church and you playing on stage again."

Me = small, angry, self-serving, prideful, arrogant
God= full of mercy, full of grace, full of second chances

I’ll try to do better tomorrow.  promise.

I’ve been going through a time of questioning the blog gods. I’m wondering what purpose my blog is serving right now, which isn’t much. Maybe that’s because I’m not posting a whole bunch, but that’s because I don’t have a whole bunch to post…and the cycle continues. I do not want to be one of those blogs where all I do is post links to other peoples blogs that found cool stuff. That’s all I see from some blogs and it drives me kinda batty.

So beyond that…do I post picture after picture of Elliot? Or talk about my day at the bank? Cause here’s my schedule (most days):
6am: Rise & shine and head to the gym
7am: Return home to wake Sunette and get ready for work
8am-5pm: Work; which always starts with a big cup of joe, some work, some internet, some chatting, some lunch (either at home or with co-workers)
5:30pm: Return home, help Sunette with dinner, play with Elliot
7:30pm: Get Elliot ready for bed
8:00pm-11pm: Hang with Sunette, either both on the computer or watching Mythbusters

That, my friend, is one exciting schedule. Not much blogworthy there. So I’m left asking what the heck to talk about that’s of interest? Yeah, I came up with the same answer. I say all that to say I’m not sure what I’m gonna do with the blog right now. The posts may come, they may not. We’ll see, but thanks for your understanding.

You’ve probably seen it, but this video had me cracking up. Having just bought a brand new Macbook Pro, I can only guess what new products are gonna be released at the Macworld Expo next week.

(Via- TUAW)

Gone are the days of game night automatically meaning “Poker Night”. About once or twice a year my buddy Eric and I get together with several other guys in Atlanta for game night. And when I say game night I mean we all bring our computers, hook up to the same network and play first person shooter (FPS) games until the wee hours of the morning. If you’re not familiar with this, basically put, everybody’s playing the same game where you can see everyone else and you’re split up into teams.

A couple of our faves are CounterStrike:Source and Return to Castle Wolfenstein: Enemy Territory. There’s nothing quite like some shoot-em-ups to get you going.

Eric and I used priceline to find a stupid cheap room in Buckhead and we crashed about 2am. Hit Waffle House and the Apple Store in the morning and headed on back. All in all an awesome night fraggin’ with some friends.