I'm Alive

You'll never grasp the understanding of being alive until you've kill something that potentially could have killed you. Technology and remembering to maintain technology are what saved me. I smelled death, tragedy, loss, ruin, and destruction in that late, cool evening. It could have been too late if it weren't for the alarm. I didn't run down the stairs. I floated, never remembering or feeling the steps beneath my feet. Even before the amber spikes appeared to me, I saw the glowing reflection off the wall of the stairway. In one frozen incarnation, I removed myself from the moment and every intimate hue of a fireplace I could remember flashed through my mind. A contrast that - for a fraction of a breath - couldn't have been more at odds.

Amazingly, I was as calm as ever. I tried smothering the beast with the very object it was burning, but struggled to make any progress. Seconds ticked by and I knew it only takes seconds for it to lose control, turning this beast into an unstoppable monster. Fire extinguisher? No. Kitchen rug? Yes! I grabbed it and threw it over and snubbed that little devil out. I took a moment and realized, I could have lost everything. The ones I love. The house I fought to keep. Sentimental possessions. My own life.

The fire was not big at all, but I know I'm lucky. I've never REALLY felt like anyone or anything was looking out for me until this moment. I feel like I've been straightened out. I feel like a mouth that just sucked in its first gulp of air after spitting out mouthwash. This fire ignited the self-awareness of being alive. My pulse means something again.

5K

I'm going to be running another 5K in April. I ran this same one 2 years ago. It's amazing to see all these little kids and old farts zooming past you like you were ankle deep in molasses. They post your time on the internet. I came in 333/1540 overall & 64/175 for my gender/age bracket. No kid under 10 beat me. However, in the 10-14 range, 8 boys and 3 girls beat me. The fastest boy in that range not only beat me, he killed it by 6 whole minutes! Also, 7 runners over 60 beat me. Grandpa had enough time to complete his crossword puzzle AND put on his sweater before I finished!

This year I know I can do a little better. I'm hoping to shave at least 3 minutes off. My goal is to try to crack the Top 100...and trip some of those damn rug rats while I'm at it!

Chasing My Tail

There are things to do and go through everyday. Big things. Small things. Looking for and getting a new job. Making the decision to have a baby. Tying your shoelace. Going to a concert. Going to a funeral. Buying clothes. Pursuing our dreams...or as I like to call it, "chasing our tails."

I don't mean that in a pessimistic way at all, though. What I mean, is it's not about all these things or even accomplishing anything. It's not about anything tangible or some certificate or award you put up on your wall. It's about the feeling you're left with after the experience of going through it all. These feelings tell you and everyone who you are.

If you look at it this way, it doesn't even matter if you've been through some horrible, horrible things in your life. It doesn't matter if you were dealt a bad hand. No matter where you're at in life, you have the ability to move forward. Time does it for you. It never leaves you stuck in a moment. So if things are bad, it'll be over soon. And when things are good, be thankful while it lasts. Dogs are so determined, happy & oblivious when running around in circles. Take a lesson from our canine companions, and never stop chasing your tail...sniff a butt while your at it.

Email Etiquette

I don't care if you spell tons of words wrong in an email - whether on purpose or accidentally. I don't care if you use wrong grammar or punctuation. I don't care if you somehow manage not to cross your t's (that would be weird). I don't care if it takes a few days to get back to me. I don't care what font or color you use. I don't care if there are tons of pics or a large file attached. I don't care if you leave the subject blank.

But

If I ask you a question in an email, I expect an answer. Most frustrating of all: if I ask you more than one question and you only answer the last question, I might become a serial killer. Sometimes, I'll purposely make the email VERY short because I have a suspicion that this person won't answer everything if I get too into the details. Hypothetical example:

Me: Hello. What is you favorite color? What state do you live in?

Response: Hi! I live in Kentucky!

Now, put that example into something a little bit more important...say...something to do with you financial situation.

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Open Letter to Marty McFly

An Open Letter from Doc Brown to Marty McFly

Dear Marty-

Having recently reviewed the surveillance footage of the events of the night you went back to 1985, I couldn’t help but be slightly taken aback by your spurious reasoning of only allowing TEN FUCKING MINUTES to save my life. Ten minutes??? Really. You actually thought that you could get from the Courthouse to Twin Pines Mall (I’m sorry, I mean LONE Pine Mall now – way to run over a tree) in ten minutes. What the hell did you think that could accomplish? What were you going to do? Vanquish the Libyans with your shortness? Yeah, I said it. YOU’RE TINY. Listen, you little feathered-haired leprechaun, any one of these Hill Valley mouthbreathers would have had the good sense to go back, oh I don’t know, AT LEAST A DAY to give me time to prepare for the Middle East extremists and their Summer of Love van of fucking DEATH, what with having a device that has mastered the dimension of TIME and all. And I’m INCLUDING Biff in that group. You are lucky that I have a compulsive disorder when it comes to taping paper back together. Otherwise you’d have been as useless as Einstein with a Vernier caliper. Mark my words, Stuart Little, as SOON as I get this DeLorean up and running again (thanks for turning my car into a fucking lightning rod, BTW) I SWEAR I am going to go back and convince Jennifer to dump your Hobbit ass so you can go on that dumbshit camping trip alone.

Thanks for watching me get shot twice,

PS - You’re fucking CHICKEN.

Stuff

I don't like stuff. I mean i like certain stuff, but most stuff I don't like. The problem, especially with Americans, is that we collect stuff. Why? Because we can. If people that couldn't collect stuff, could collect stuff, they would. Not only do we buy things we don't need, we buy things we don't need and don't even like that much. We might not ever use it. Or we'll use it once or twice, then it becomes a dust magnet somewhere in the trenches of our home. Then, there are free things. I guess in an attempt to get rid of these things, we give them away to other people, damn well knowing their irresistible urge to collect stuff.

Hey, you never know when you'll need a 20 pack of Super Hook Wall Hangers (as seen on TV). Perfect for home, office, or school. Holds up to 100 lbs. And, no, i haven't used one yet. But I have them, just in case. Heck, I could plug two of them into a wall and it would support my weight. I could install a floating chair from the wall!

Recently, I've been trying to get rid of stuff. Most of it is garbage. Other things I've been giving away. I can't take it anymore. Stuff!!!!! I don't want! My ideal home is very simplistic. I would call it Post-Modern Chic Minimalism. I want the homes that you see in the magazines - the ones you look at and say, "no one lives there." But I want to live there.

So, anything I come across in my home, I look at it and it gets judged. Do I need this thing? Has anyone used it in months? No? Bye-bye.

So take this as a warning, stuff. Your time is up.

1st Goal Reached!

I'm 170! Lost a total of 9 lbs. My next goal is 159 lbs. It'll be gradual, but I'll get there.

Dominoes of Death

Police discovered that the Santa gunman who killed 9 people earlier this week and then himself had recently lost his job and wife. It's horrible. It should be illegal to lose a job or leave a spouse if one or the other had recently happened. Some other things that should be factored in: the death of a spouse or close family member, a pet running away or dying, your best friend cheating on you, your house burning down, being paralyzed in an accident, finding out you have a terminal illness...you get the point. Of course it's impossible to prevent certain things from happening, but in certain cases, maybe it should be mandatory that if ANY two of the above-mentioned items or similar events happen to one person, they are immediately rushed to a facility for evaluation and treatment. Oh, we can also factor in losing your car keys. Man, I hate when that happens.

PS: I haven't weighed myself recently. I'm afraid. The holidays suck with endless supplies of snacks and desserts. I'll weigh in next time...after I've run a marathon on the treadmill.

5 lbs and naming underwear

Ok, I've lost 5 lbs since my last post. Go me! The medical recommendation for my height is 136 - 179 lbs. For the record, I'm already within this range, but more toward the higher end. I'm working toward getting to the lower end (and eliminating some of my OWN lower end, if you know what I mean.) The average weight that other people of my age, height, weight and gender would describe as their ideal weight is 170. So my first goal is to get to that weight. Of course, men tend to say their ideal weight should be higher than what is healthy (and women do the opposite). So after that goal, I should strive for even lower. There are many tables that have been created for ideal height/weight ratios. According to a table created by Metropolitan Life Insurance company in 1979, the lowest range for my height is 157. From there, I would love to be back at 145-150 again.

1st goal: 170
2nd goal: 157
Final goal: 145-150

Does anyone have a favorite pair of underwear? I do. I call him Blue. Oh, what? You don't name your underwear? I do. They all have names. I didn't start doing this until I was in my 20's. I don't know why, but it's fun. Hey, if you can make ANY part of your life a tad more enjoyable, I say go for it.

Some other names of my undies: Baby Blue, Turtle, Frogger, Algebra, Lumberjack, Midnight, Skyscraper, St. Robert (cause they're holey...get it, holey, holy), and Electric Lemonade.

If you haven't tried naming your underwear, you're missing out.

Tread on me

I've never been good at gaining OR losing weight. My body just likes to weigh what it weighs. I can eat like a horse (do horses really eat a lot?) or eat nothing for weeks and I will always maintain my weight. Girls get jealous when I say this. Guys don't care.

Since I started at my new job over a year ago, I've been fairly sedentary. I love sports, jogging, hiking, and just being outdoors in general, but(t) this year has been a Sit On My Ass year, pretty much. Well, I did jog some over the summer, but not as much as years before. And winters are notoriously bad for me, since I have trouble jogging outside in the cold.

I feel unfit. Not that I'm overweight by anyone's standards, but I'm gonna try to lose some pounds. I'm cutting back fast foods & processed foods and I'm getting back into a routine again, especially now that I moved my treadmill to the bedroom. It previously resided in my basement, where I couldn't use it without hitting my head on the ceiling.

So, since this is a blog, I guess I should keep a log of my progress. So, today marks 0 lbs lost. I'll weigh myself everyday and post the stats as I write my entries here. Wish me luck.

Milk & Cookies

**Caution** This blog entry might forever be remembered each time you have milk and cookies.

If there was such thing as a food orgasm, it would be the utter ecstasy experienced when you drink milk after having cookies:

You wake up and have breakfast. It's a nice first meal, but the day is young and things just don't work out in the end for the two of you. You complain that you don't like the taste of orange juice after brushing your teeth...the breakfast complains that you don't appreciate it enough. Typical first meal kind of stuff. Blah, blah. You break up and move on.

After working for a little bit, you start snacking on some stuff that's bad for you. These one night stands are nice, but it makes you feel guilty. What if all these snacks ruin your real meal? Finally, you stop playing around and decide it's time to get back in the game again. With all the choices, it's difficult to choose a lunch, but you make your choice and go with it. Damn. It has tomatoes on it! You try to take the tomatoes off, and the sandwich is like, "why are you trying to change me?" You say, "this isn't what I wanted!" It says, "we'll you knew what you were getting when you got me! I should have listened when they told me what happened with breakfast!" You get an upset stomach, blah blah. You break up and move on.

Now that you're on the rebound, you start snacking again...hardcore. You're not even hungry, but your eating junk food like there's no tomorrow. You finally realize that this isn't the way to go. A friend reassures you that every time you lose a meal, a newer, better meal is right around the corner. Time goes by so slowly. You count the minutes.

It's getting late, and you are starving. It's time to get serious. You look around and decide very carefully because you only get one shot at this last meal. Finally, you have a date with a dinner at a restaurant. You dress nicely, and get some foreplay appetizers. Mmmm! The smell and savory bites really work you up, but just so subtly enough to make you crave more. You kiss the wine and order your carefully selected dinner. You imagine what it'll taste like...all the herbs and spices and aromas. You race to finish the appetizers and before you know it, your dinner slowly comes down to your table. The presentation is marvelous! All those curves and the colors!! You start salivating. It's just as you imagined! As you stick the first bite into your mouth, euphoria kicks in. It's like magic. You begin eating and your mouth provides more saliva to lubricate the food going down your throat. Things even get a little messy, but you don't care. A spoon falls on the floor, yummy noises are being made, and you're so proud of the all the moves you have with alternating the eating and drinking and combining certain foods. The waiter comes over, but you're like, "Not now!" But you soon realize, you'll need something special at the end of this meal. You yell out "Milk and Cookies!!!!" You scrape up the last morsels as fast as you can. You start licking the plate and then...and then...the waiter releases the plate of cookies in front of you and places the milk down next to it. You barely have time to breathe before you start shoveling the cookies into your mouth. Faster and faster, you devour the cookies, crumbs and all until they are all gone. The tension builds as your esophagus becomes partially clogged with gooey cookie heaven. You feel it coming. You KNOW it's coming. You reach for the tall glass of milk, raise it to your lips, lift the glass up and begin the most incredible swallowing orgasm that ever existed. Each gulp contracts your throat muscles as your eyes roll back and your toes curl tightly. YES! YES! YES! burp.

That, my friend...is milk & cookies.

Just like people really make one day...

Another word cloud. These are the words I use most in all my blogs below. The larger the word, the more I use it. I like how "good" and "song" are next to each other! I need to stop typing "like" and "just" so much...like really. Click the image for a larger, clearer view.

Why carpe diem is not hard to grasp

Average life expectancy is just under 78 years.

25 years sleeping.

11 years working.

3 years eating.

1.5 years (NOT considering college) being in school.

1 year commuting to work.

1 year showering.

1 year peeing & pooing.

So far, we've shaved our lives down to 34.5 years. I could keep going, with things like being sick or injured, grocery shopping, doing chores & errands, & other stuff we routinely do that we don't particularly like to do. It's the story of the shrinking life.

Don't let people tell you it's a long life. You only get a certain number of years to do the things you want to do, so make them count. Carpe diem doesn't mean you have to sky dive or wrestle a bear every day. It just means that you need to push yourself. Be a little more outgoing and get out of the routine. There's no time for complaining, fighting or worrying. There are so many possibilities of things to do in this lifetime. Your purpose is to think about these possibilities and do something about them.

I hope the 2 minutes it took reading this post changes the other 16,398,720 minutes* of your life.

*minus what you've lived already

1

I let the wind control where I go.
What the hell does that mean?
It means let life happen and enjoy the ride.
So you believe in destiny?
Well (pause) no. I mean you have control over stuff, but for the most part, a lot of things come at you unexpectedly. I just believe in making the best of it.
Nah, it sounds like destiny, dude.
Not if you think about it... I hate the word destiny. I think it's a foolish debate anyway.
No, that's cool how you think about it.
Yeah. I mean, do you ever feel like - whether it's good or bad - that you were meant to be at this place in your life? And when new people come into your life, it's as if, you knew you were going to have them in your life? You know? Something just feels comfortable about it.
That's so destiny you're talking about!
NO! Well, you can call it whatever you want. I believe you have control over some things. So, it's like a mix. You can change your destiny a little.
Luke, it is unavoidable. It is your destiny! Haha!
Retard.
But that sounds weird: change your destiny.
Dude, forget it.
Ok.

So, what are you going to do about the problem? I think you're totally fucked.
I don't know, yet. This is huge.
Why don't you just let the wind take care of it.
(Sarcastically) Ha ha. Seriously, this is the worst catch 22 ever. All that work & research I've done and now I'm lying to all those that helped me. I can't even use the damn thing! It's useless! I don't know who to trust and the whole thing rests on Tierson's word he'd keep his mouth shut. Who the hell is going to help me? I can't just drop the bomb on anyone.
I wish you hadn't even told me, man. I can't even help you.
You're different. I told you just because I needed to tell someone. I couldn't take it! I was going nuts!
What if Tierson has the same problem? You think he told anyone?
Fuck. I don't even want to think about it.
Pull over here. I want to get a drink.
Ok, hurry up, though. We need to keep rolling.

The importance of being self-important

I love how MySpace just pops up on my screen. So convenient now that it's my home page.

Hmm, I hate typing my email address & password all the time, but if I click on Remember Me, someone might sneak into my account and hack it or something. So, I guess I'll just keep typing it in because I need to maintain my profile. Ahhh! I misspelled my password because I was so anxious to sign in! Ok, now it's good, whew.

Ohhh, messages! Yes! More friends! Yes! Ew, I don't even know this person. But I'll add them anyway. This band looks stupid. Leave me alone. But I'll add them too because it'll just give me more friends.

Ok, let's go to my main page. Ahhh, there's me!!! Yay! I still look so cute! Should I change my headline? Nooo, I still like it! haha Time to add some new pics.

Ok, now I should post a bulletin letting all my friends know that I've posted the new pics. Ohhh, and I will write a blog about how I just ate a banana. It was so gross, but I ate it anyway. And then Joey made fun of me saying that I'd eat anything. Then, I started thinking I was too fat. What a funny story! I'll also add how I just added new pics. I bet my friends will comment, telling me I look beautiful!

Time to steal some friends from my friends! More friends, yay!

I'm gonna go look for a new layout for my profile. Ohhh, this one's hot! I love pink. Those sparkles are awesome. I don't care if it slows down my page. It makes my profile pic look even better!

I definitely should change my profile song. It's been over 3 days with this new Rhiannon song. Geez, I'm slackin!

Let's look at other bulletins...OHHHH survey time!!!! This one's long, but I have to do it. Plus, all my friends will be reading about me. Yay! Oh, it asks what I was just doing. I'll put that I posted new pics again!

I'm gonna write a blog about the bulletin now. I have to email my friend, Stacy to let her know that I just wrote a blog about the bulletin in which I answered that I just posted new pics, then wrote a bulletin and a blog about the new pics, so my friends wouldn't miss the fact that there are new images of me available! Hotness!!!!

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Ok, I'm sick now.

I've never...

Sometimes, you can learn more about someone by what they HAVEN'T done.

I've never...

(medically)
been admitted to a hospital
been the reason to go to an emergency room
broken a bone
had stitches
had a severe burn
needed glasses
needed braces
had any major disorders

(morally)
killed anyone
severely injured anyone
stolen anything expensive
been arrested
received a speeding ticket or moving violation
avoided or cheated my taxes
killed any animals with my car
driven drunk

(travel)
been off this continent
went up the Washington Monument
went up the St. Louis Arch
touched, swam in, or floated on the Mississippi River
been to Mexico
been to Disneyland
been to Alaska or Hawaii
been to a late night talk show

(fun)
shaved my head
gone mountain climbing
gone sky-diving
gotten a tattoo
spent money at a strip club
been to an NFL football game
sang solo karaoke in front of people
gone skiing

(weird)
seen a UFO, ghost, alien, Bigfoot, or Nessie
touched a dead person
hallucinated
been unconscious
broken a mirror
had my palm read
attempted to cast a spell
seen Siamese twins

What Will Your Discography Be?

Life is like music. A generation is an opus. A decade is a box set. A year is an album. A month is an EP. A week is a single. A day is a song. An hour is a chorus. A minute is a phrase. A second is a note.

Each day, you get a chance to write a song, so to speak. All we have are the things we say and the things we do. It seems like an easy thing to do: to control these 2 things. But any fool could even tell you it's not. Sometimes a horribly placed note can ruin a song. But we try to learn from those mistakes. We try to become prolific composers in our own world. We learn how to arrange those notes into coherent phrases. The most memorable part of your day is the chorus. Maybe one hour in your life changed a person's life or your own. Besides, these are the hooks that shape us.

At the end of the day, you've finished your song. Maybe your pet ran away or your car finally quit on you or your girlfriend left you. Yep, you wrote a country song. Maybe you sat around and got high with a bunch of your old college buddies. Yep, you wrote a jam song. Maybe you scored with 3 babes in one night and then rode a motorcycle into a fountain. Yep, you wrote a rock song. Maybe you got caught looking at the wiener of the guy who was peeing next to you in the bathroom. Yup, you just covered George Michael. You get the point.

The notes can pass by so quickly. Sometimes there are others that create great harmony with you...sometimes they create dissonance. Hopefully, they always resolve. Take time to notice these notes. Listen to other people's music. You're not a one-hit wonder. The analogies can go on forever. I guess this is an aspect I've always been attracted to about music. It's a philosophy I can understand. We all emit these vibrations. Like in the song "Good Vibrations" - no not by The Beach Boys. The Marky Mark song. He says, "Yeah. Can you feel it, baby? I can too." Ha-ha, no I'm just kidding! No, but really, later in the song, he says, "Making you feel the rhythm is my occupation. So feel the vibration." That's what I'm talking about...I think.

Top 10 Reasons Why I'm Not a Jerk

There's been a lot of speculation out there that I might be a jerk, so I just wanted to clear my name.

10. I enjoy working with and being around children. I once came up with an invention that calmed kids suffering from attention-deficit hyperactivity disorder called Tranq-kid-lizers, that operated similarly to blow darts.

9. I love animals. When I was much younger, I teased my pet dog by dangling a Twizzler in my mouth. As he quickly snatched it from me, he took a piece of my lip with him. I didn't hold it against him.

8. I care about world hunger. When I sit down to eat, no matter how much is on my plate, I make sure I finish every last bite because I know there are starving people in Africa. Sometimes, I almost puke. But I don't...'cause, well, there are starving people.

7. I give great advice. A friend of mine was thinking about killing himself and I told him, "you shouldn't do that." Luckily, that's all it took and he's still with us to this day!

6. I give blood. I asked the nurse if there was any way they could specially store my blood so I would be the only one to use it in case I was in some horrible accident. She didn't honor me with an answer, but I still gave blood anyway.

5. I do volunteer work. An acquaintance asked me if I wanted to volunteer for an event that his organization was holding. I told him that since he was asking me, I wasn't technically volunteering to do it. He disagreed. After about 5 minutes of very intense debate, I conceded.

4. I respect the elderly. Whenever an old person is driving really slow in front of me, I don't honk. I might curse, tailgate, or illegally pass them as I flip them the bird, then cut them off, but I don't honk. That would be very jerk-ish.

3. I'm an environmentalist. The first thing I did when I moved in here was update my bathroom to make it "green." It was previously a boring white color and I can't deal with that in the morning. Plus, the green makes me think about the environment and the things I possibly could be doing to help contribute to help save our planet.

2. I'm sensitive. I cried a lot during this year's Olympics. One of the young Chinese gymnasts wobbled on the balance beam and fell off, thus ruining her chance at obtaining any sort of medal and shattering a dream she's been chasing for 4 years. When she did that little dance trying to maintain her balance, I laughed so hard, I cried. it was hysterical!

1. I never brag about all the reasons why I'm not a jerk.

I think it would be interesting if....

the presidential debates were conducted in the manner of YouTube comments.

Kurt Cobain was still alive.

gasoline was illegal.

the whole world was blind.

the winds from hurricanes smelled like farts.

we lost the Revolutionary War.

Christina Applegate donated her boobies to the Museum of Natural History.

they made a sequel to The Princess Bride.

9/11 never happened.

at the moment of conception, a bell would ding.

people said what they really thought.

McCain and Obama arm wrestled.

television was never invented.

instead of a handshake, having sex was the customary greeting.

there was a cure for cancer.

Mr. T showed up at my door with balloons.

the government took away all of our current debts.

our world was half the size that it is.

I had a reality show.

Jesus comes back tomorrow, but he all he wants do is play Wii.

people actually got what they deserved.

you told someone about this blog.

Marshmallows, blinds, eye's popping out & old comedic heroes

Today is National Toasted Marshmallow Day. I ate a Rice Krispies Treat that had marshmallows in it, but I guess it wasn't toasted. I'm going to go do this right, hold on. Ok, I just toasted a marshmallow on the stove and ate it. It was a mini-marshmallow. Hey, it's the best I could do. When I was younger, I thought it was marshmellow. Tomorrow is National Trail Mix Day. I'm not sure if I have any trail mix. I better get some.

I installed six horizontal blinds today. I'm a blinds master. I deserve a black belt in blinds. Ok, I get it. They call them blinds, because when they are closed up, you can't see out them. Did we call earplugs deafs? No. Did we call anesthetic numbs? No. Did we call noseplugs anosmias? No. Did we call...um, ...uhh, I don't know anything that takes away the sense of taste....OHH, did we call Taco Bell ageusias? No. I think blinds are a stupid name. [Yes I looked anosmia and ageusia up]

The weirdest thing I've heard all week: "Yeah, my dog's eye popped out once, but I massaged it, and it went back in." This was the whole extent of the topic. The conversation abruptly moved on after that. I don't remember what was said for the next several minutes, because I was so fixated on that statement. I was on the very edge of laughing, but I held it in. I had one of those, eye-watering, half-smile / half-restrained looks, with eyebrows raised & everything. The lady was oblivious. She was from my home town, where everyone knew each other. She had a son 3 years younger than me. She asked me how old I was. I told her I didn't want to say. I think I remember her yelling & chasing after me for doing God knows what one summer when I was much younger.

I think Laurel & Hardy were superior to The 3 Stooges. L&H's timing was way better. It wasn't so cornball like The 3 Stooges. I think there's a subtle artistry that was inherent with L&H that didn't exist with The3S. Plus, I like the visual balance of heavy guy, thin guy, straight guy, funny guy. With The3S, you got Moe, who's the angry, straight guy, Larry, the goofy nutjob, and Curly, the wiseguy. Yeah, their all different, but there's no day and night balance. It's like trying to invent a see-saw for three people. Hey, I'd debate this anytime, rather than the election!