OH GREAT TIMES!!

Ok. so another intertaining spout with Dan and I. Read from the top to bottom.. it’s random. Expect that. G

From: Dan
Dude.....I can't explain to you how bored I am........I'll try......



......A long long time ago, there was a young man named Daniel. And
Daniel, was bored. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, or even
muster the words, but he was bored. He wasn't able to think, move,
blink, or even pass gas. His boredom had affected every aspect of his
being. His thoughts ranged from poking himself in the eye to see if he
could still feel pain, to throwing water on the little old lady in the
cube next to him for some laughs. But, after a few more boring minutes
of thinking, those ideas did not pan out. Daniel remained bored for the
next 6 years, trying to eek his way through life by selling old trinkets
on the coast, while clamming for clams at night. When he reached the
age of 50, he had a prostate the size of a honey dew which prevented him
from urinating in a normal fashion. However, due to his poor state he
could not afford to do anything about it. So.....as all things come to
an end, so did Daniel's life. He died a strange and lonely man, of an
oversized prostate and boredom.





The End

Dude.  Seriously, I’m bored.  Write one back so I can laugh.  So I can have some joy.

Daniel L. Linhart

(my reply)
Dan, I can’t. I can’t top the splendor of that message, by mentioning anything associate with a throw back to chipmunks, moose poo, Julio, Greece, hippidy dipody, coffee, cry face, gas, the words “Dude”, “oh gosh” “I’m good” or even the word “particularization”. I don’t think it would help if I threw in a God SAVE THE QUEEN, HERE HERE! Or freakin’ to make me feel just that close to giving the edge of a curse word. I know it wouldn’t help if I but a million “!!!” marks or “….” Or even the classic “J”..  You message capture life, death, gas, and a wonderful swollen prostate. I just can’t. I just….  Oh gosh…  DUDE…. It was like watching a …..(cry face) … a beatufiful swan skimming across the surface of the water, while his little feet, just FREAKIN’ KICK WITH ALL THEY ARE TO SURVIVE!!! ……  oh my…. (intense cry face) … this is JUST TOO MUCH!!! …I can’t control it!!! GOD SAVE THE QUEEN!!! HERE HERE!!!

long time..... too long

Ok. So it's been over a month since I last posted, and GOSH what hasn't happened this month?!?! Though I'm not sure that anyone really reads my blog anymore but good times typing on a Saturday OT shift at birch.

So I'm totally confident that God has NOTHING do to with the way things go in Jessie and I's life, becuase the fact that last week Jessie got offered her job at KU Med in KC on the same day that we sign the papers to sell our house, and then a few days later, I have the interveiw of my dreams in Olathe and get offered a job the same day that we locked in our apartment in Missions Kansas. Yeah like I said. God had nothing to do with any of that.

Anyways. I could tell you the details, but I'm still in too excited! Put in my 2 weeks notice here at Birch, and starting to get things lined up for starting at Graphic Source Inc on April 24th. I've been praying for this for over 4 years now, and I'm just in awe that its actually happening. And Jessie getting her job. Seriously, this is just amazing. Anyways. We close on our house in May and then, see ya E-town, here we come KC, and all the joys you have to offer, including an awesome Church that our friends invited us to.

Until next time<><

Beginings

I went on a walk today, and as I walked, I was listening to as much as my mind could handle to take in; to seperate each sound from another, and then to hear each one over the sound of rushing wind in ear canals.

Leaves. Cypruss needles brusing up against one another, the highway far off, a kid hitting a medal fence pole. Birds, different types of birds, my ankel popping about every 3rd step, my breath, kids talking, laughing, rustling through leaves, a soccer ball hitting thier shoes, the impact of my shoes to the cement..

anyways. I've made my point. I was watching a rose buses shaking back and forth in the wind, it hasn't quite started to bud yet, and I started to wonder. At what point in the evolutionary theory, did my body decide to hear. At what point did I radomly find the need for ears. Then I drifted further in my thoughts. At what point did my mind in it's infinite storage capability form, and then decide that it needed a shell to protect its self, legs to move itself and arms to perform other functions. Why didn't it decide to hear radio waves, or to see greater spectrums of light. What value is it that I see color? Why am I not stronger at the top of the food chain? At what point was there sound, light, dark, feelings? At what point did mankind (when ever that actually happened) feel pleasure, and for what evolutionary purpose? Is pleasure raelly neccesarry? No. Eating, sleeping, gaining energy and passing energy is what make the inivers go.

How can you possibly believe that there is no God

Too much of a good thing?

Is digg.com too much of a good thing?

I've noticed as I sit on digg.com most of the day while at work; updating and viewing new articles to digg, that more and more if you are not in the first 500 people to visit the article's link, you're more than likely going to get some type of error, or note that the site has unusually high traffic.
First off. SWEET!! Digg is reaching out and helping those undergod blogs, and new prodects boom. Honestly I think that they should get paid some type of advertising fee for how they draw customer's to new products so quickly, but unles syou get a good catch of a sight you you might happen to tab in firefox, then you'll probably never going back again.

So what's the result?
Hundreds of "One time Wonders" sites. that are down momentarily only to think that they hid the ".com" buzz again and may make millions only have to have thier dreams SHATTEREd when thier server crashes for 5 minutes, then no one ever goes to the site again because it is emmediately old news.

Either way I will be the 1 person that sits there and tries to read the new stories.
DID YOU SEE THOSE NEW PICTS OF THE IPOD VID!!! YEAH BABY!!

Anyways so digg good or digg bad?
My opinion good. I've been addicted every since I found it.

Evidence of Things unseen

thevinegraphics.com
Finally I've got my portfolio site to a point that I feel confident enough to share it with the world. I don't yet have a domain name for it, because fankly I can't afford it, but for now check it out and let me know what you think.

And for the title name of this blog.... I've decided that the fact that I was able to make fully functional flash site must be evidence of God because I was so blown away by the complexity of flash for so long that I would not touch the program of it's Macromedia partner programs. I assumed that I could live within Adobe Photoshop and Illustrator for the rest of my life, and sell my soul to the world that is Adobe, but it came time to step up to the 21st century and join the millions of 14 year-old boys that gave me tutorials on line to learn what you now see.

Enjoy. Please let me know what you think so far. There will always be improvements, but for my first site I am fairly pleased.

This guy is creepy

Ok so this guy posts a picture of hims self every day, and once you let a bit load and just scroll up and down, you can see the face of satan. NO really try it. Ok maybe not. but he's still creapy.

I feel like he can see my soul.. I wonder what it would take to make him laugh or cry or have any other emotion besides this one.

Hope of Glory

Good Monday morning... I did not get nearly enough sleep this weekend, so I'm downing the Starbucks breakfast blend (home brewed). So I handed out free hotdogs saturday night. I first thought it was pretty lame to push around this big white box out in the cold handing out free hotdogs to people downtown at like 12 am, trying to talk to them about Christ as if I was some guy standing on a box saying, "the end is near", but it ended up being a great experience. I'll be the first to admit that I've always had a taboo about the bars. Drinking doesn't bother me (in moderation) but the bars just have always been burned into my mind as a place that Christians should avoid. More and more I'm realizing that I have no idea what I'm talking about. I pretty much go from Church to home to a christian coffee shop, to work(where I sit in my own private cubical) and back home. How often do I really put my self "In the world"? Not very. But with that being said. I'll probably not just pick up my wallet and start making a regular apearnce at the bars. Why? Mostly because I don't want to. Most of my friends would rather chill with a cup of coffe, than sit in a loud smoke-filled room with a drink thats going to make me more tired than I already am. But every once in a while I might head out and at least give out some free hot dogs, chat a bit with people and you never know, God can do anything.