This Pretty Much Sums It Up

Over the past few months many people have approached me on my stance on my official position on gay marriage. Basically, I don't care. Not only do I not care if gays get married, it is none of my business. It's a full-time job for me just to keep up with the latest news on LC from the Hills, I don't have the energy to fret about somebody else's libido.
Hard as it is to counter such brilliant logic, my position hasn't changed. The only serious concern I have about gays getting married is that they'll register someplace pricey. My church is serious about the sanctity of marriage. I get that. But aren't more potentially "dangerous" marriages already being performed out there? For example, I hear in church all the time about marriage being ordained of God. But I also hear about how the glory of God is intelligence. Shouldn't it be against the law for stupid people to get married? What's more harmful to society - two well-dressed men getting married and settling down, or two idiots tying the knot and cranking out any number of additional idiots? You should have to pass a harder test to get married than the one we currently have. Essentially, there are but two questions: "How old are you?" and "Is that your sister?" Hell, you could pass this test just by guessing. There are drawbacks. Most people get married when hormones and youth make them about as dumb as they'll ever be. So, even a relatively easy test would by default raise the age limit to about 40. With an increased marriage age limit, there would be fewer births. Genealogy would become easier to do. With fewer births, there would be fewer children born gay. Hey, isn't that what Heavenly Father would want?
OK, I was just kidding about that. But if you're really serious about putting a stop to gay sex, let them get married.

Prizes Falling

Missed a week on the blog arghhhh!! I was doing so well. Well, since I wrote last I went to a Mexican one year old birthday party in Gardena, dinner at Taste on Melrose then breakfast at Toast on Sunset, hiking at Runyan Canyon, had my car stereo ripped out of my car and went to Oktober Fest in Big Bear (It snowed!).

First, Brent’s co-worker invited him to a birthday party for her daughter who was turning one. Apparently it’s a big deal in the Mexican culture. Brent begged me to go, he told me it would make a good story for my blog. Well if it’s a good cause for the blog, how can I resist. I took a picture of the grandpa holding the piñata on the chicken house in the backyard because I knew no one would believe me if I didn’t have proof. It was fun, Brent works with some pretty cool people, so I always like hanging out with them.

Straight from the Gardena Mexican one year old birthday party, to a restaurant on Melrose called Taste, a high trendy place off of La Cienega. That’s one of the coolest things about L.A. you can literally do two things at the opposite end of the spectrum in a matter of minutes. The two venues weren't that different though, if you think about it, most of the woman in the restaurant looked like they had gone to Mexico for face-lifts so many times I'll bet if you whacked their head with a stick, prizes would fall out. So different crowd, same scene.

I also had my car broke into. Last Thursday My car was parked across the street and the dashboard was literally ripped out. Luckily with my dad’s help I was able to put the stock stereo back in. Another crazy thing is they took my gym bag and school bag, and just last night I get a call from the neighbor who found the bags tossed on the side of the street. Luckily my phone number was in one of them, the thieves did not steal anything out of the bags not my new shoes, not my shuffle iPod everything was still there. Go figure? It’s mysterious that the bags appeared on the street 5 days later.

Later after my car was put back together, we went up 103 miles to Big Bear to our friend Steven Woods’s cabin and celebrated Oktoberfest. I had never been to one before, it was fun… I finally got to try sauerkraut. Not bad, not bad. It also snowed a trace, it was so cold up there but I did not mind because it reminded me of the fall in Utah and how great the first snowfall is. Und wer nicht gerne einen guten ersten Schneesturm. Ja?

Sherman Oaks Oooohs

I started my drafting class yesterday at UCLA (heres a pic from my iPhone of the building I meet in) and the class has a size of about 16 students so not too big. The professor walks in and starts going over the syllabus and after awhile ask the question “So who drove the farthest, where did everyone come from?” He asked first “did anyone drive from Orange County?” No one raised their hands. One classmate then said “I drove from Sherman Oaks.” It got a few of Ooohs. I then said “I drove from Long Beach.” “Long Beach? Said another class mate. “Oh my gosh you drove all the way from Long Beach?” It felt like I just told the class that I came from Beirut and had a long lay-over so I thought I would swing by the class before I caught the red eye. Why couldn’t I get the Sherman Oaks Ooooh, or even a Woodland Hills Aaaah? I proceeded to say “well a little known fact about Long Beach, is it’s in the same county as UCLA and has a population of 462,000 we even have our own airport.” (wink) No one was impressed; apparently you’re not a local if you don’t live near campus or the Valley. Since when does the Valley get more respect than Long Beach?

It reminded me of a time when Brent and I were talking to a guy at a party who lived in Hollywood and he was gabbing on about how much he loved In-N-Out. He talked about it like it was the new Zagat rated Bottega Louie on Wilshire. Then he said “well you guys know what In-N-Out is right, don’t they have them in Long Beach?” (cricket…cricket…cricket) I wanted to say, Out-In the –N? N-with-Out? I’m sorry what did you say??? Ohhhhh…. In-N-Out. No we don’t, but I was just telling Brent the other day that I wanted to come up to the big L.A. and eat in one of them purty restaurants you got. In-N-Out Shure does sound special like.

Maybe I shouldn’t blame them. Perhaps they all saw the movie Freedom Writers, which I feel that that production has damaged Long Beach forever. Damn you Hilary Swank! Even the preview to the movie has this girl narrating “If your living in Long Beach, you have to fight to survive.” Yea right….maybe driving the 710. Have you been on that freeway during rush hour? The car is the minority, Semi is king! Anyway I’m going to go to all the local Blockbusters around campus and rent Freedom Writers and not return them. Then my classmates won’t be persuaded by the evil influential Hilary Swank anymore. Long Beach will rule over the Valley once again, and in class I’ll start getting the Long Beach Ooooooohs. Bwa ha ha ha ha.