Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Word

I just want to say that the picture I have at the top of this page is awesome. If you don't like it, you're probably an idiot. Get off my blog. Idiot.

Monday, November 9, 2009

I'm Hungry

I don't want to write a blog about my blog. I don't know if five people will even read this. I really am hungry right now and I guess that's just me being honest. Hopefully the honesty thing can be a trend with this 'blog' and some form of entertainment or humor will coincide. If it doesn't, and five people read this, then less than five will read the subsequent entries. I don't care.. but really, I do.

I have nicknames and I'm proud of them. Here are the ones I can think of (chronological):

Toe-head - My older sister, Erica, always called me toe-head when we were really young. Innocent reference to a blonde-headed kid, right? Based on her tone, I always thought it was a derogatory term. I felt insulted.

Lil' Cephus - My older brother, Joe, earned the nickname Cephus after his friend saw the name Cephas in the bible. His wanna-be gangster buddies always called me Little Cephus after that. I felt like a rapper. I felt cool.

Stretch - If you've seen a picture of me, you understand. Troy, a crackhead salesman at Courtesy Ford in Pocatello, where I worked as a lot-boy, gave me that one.

Tony Hawk - Lots of times people ask me, "Anyone ever tell you you look like Tony Hawk?". "Yes", I say, "all the time".

Veins - After throwing a load of tires onto the rack at the tire shop, my friend and co-worker, Justin, marveled at the prevalence of the veins on my forearms. "Frickin' Veins, that's your new name." It stuck among that group of friends. I don't hear it too often these days, but it's nice when I do.

Torque-loins - Years later, same tire shop. Brendon, aka Tires O'Brien, and myself were brainstorming names for everyone in the shop. I got Torque-loins; it's a cool name. Tires O'Brien is cooler.

Clang - My roommates from two years ago, Dalan, Zach, and Bell, found it fit to name me once I had moved in. The result was "Clang clang clang clang clang clang clang!" (spoken very quickly with much excitement.. reminded me of an old phone ringing) I enjoyed my new nicksound. It quickly evolved into names more easily spoken: Clang-Clang and eventually the ultra simple Clang.

There might be more.. if you want to give me a new one, I'm open to that possibility. Nicknames are a source of happiness for this guy.