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Proof that I actually finished the marathon and did not mug a runner for my medal

Yeah, I posted pictures but what if I mugged a winner and took his reward because I was jealous?? I mean after all, at mile 20 I did suffer a minor knee issue that prevented me form running and I had to fast-walk the rest of the way. Maybe I just bugged out and stole a medal??

Well, the link below is proof. I made it baby...and that grimace you see in one of those pics is me suffering all kinds of pain as I decide that I will not just walk the last .2 miles across the finish...I am going to run it no matter what.

So here you go to any doubters out there: http://www.asiorders.com/view_user_event.asp?EVENTID=49563&BIB=5209&S...

 

10 Things I will Never Do (even though they may be fun)

I am not really known as the adventurous type. That being said, I will occasionally move outside my comfort zone and do risky and fun things, but there is an invisible circle of protection that I harbor around myself so that I do not end up as laughing fodder for everyone on Darwin's List.  

So what are my 10 Things??:

1. Skydive--This is something my wife wants to do  because either she has lost all common sense or has an extreme hate for staying planted on the ground. For me, this is akin to letting gravity say to you: "Sure, you will fall at a constant rate, and if I have my way it will be constant until you hit the flipping ground with a loud thud".  I have told my wife she is more than free to fall from the sky at gravity's will while I watch from the very stationary ground sipping tea and listening to the Black Crowes.

2. Buy a Harley--In my mind, you need to look like you can kill someone when sitting on your Harley while at the same time look mean and tough in a red bandanna and leather. If you have ever seen me you will note that I look like I may be able to hold my own against a squirrel, with most bets going to the one who collects nuts for a living. Put a red bandanna on me and now I am looking like an anemic version or Ralph Macchio waxing on and waxing off with about as much confidence as a shivering chihuahua.  Add leather to this mix and I am sure there is a Revenge of the Nerds scene in there somewhere! My wife wants a Harley really bad. I might let her get one as long as she promises not to get a tattoo that says 'Mother' and at least shaves her legs once in awhile.

3. Enter a Pie Eating Contest-- Have you seen 'Stand By Me' ? That ruined it for me...sorry pie eaters!

4. Watch Mama Mia again-- Every woman I know has talked about this movie like it was some theatrical revolution similar to having sound put into movies. For me, the only revolution that came about was that I am certainly a man with no predisposition to think otherwise. This movie nearly sucked all the testosterone flowing through me through my eyes and ears. I really do love ABBA, but this to me really felt like the Dementor of all musicals and I had no magical spell like Harry Potter to ward off the estrogen onslaught I was facing.  With about 45 minutes left to go in this battle for my right to wear a jock-strap, I saw my manhood quietly slipping away toward the family room door as if to say "Sorry man, I can't do this, you're killing me here dude!"  I left my wife alone on the couch and trail of Raisenets behind me as I chased after the last vestiges of my maleness out the door.

5. Be on a game show--I have a bazillion pieces of useless information in my head. I am quite certain that I could win something like Jeopardy or Millionaire, but under pressure my mind goes into total vapor-lock. Everything I know that matters the least is there at my disposal when I least need it...and that is the problem. When I need  information the most I sort of go all zombie and drool until several days later when I actually remember the answer to the question I was asked...which at that point  the information is again...useless.

6. Dance--Dancing is fun, unless you have to dance with a white stick with an over-bite (me). Maybe I am being too hard on myself here but I have seen pictures of me dancing that have made me cry...not doing it again...sorry!

7. Bungee Jump--This is right up there with Sky-Diving. You have that whole gravity conversation about falling at a constant rate only now you are telling gravity that you have a really big rubber band and "So take that gravity...you suckeh!" The bad part is that sometimes there is a little miscalculation in the gravity to rubber band length ratio. When that happens gravity wins and you go THUD!

8. Swim with Sharks--Do I EVEN need to explain this one?? I do? Ok, Teeth...lots of teeth...oh and the teeth are razor sharp and there are like 36 sets of them. Maybe this makes me less of a man. If so, I blame that on having to watch Mama Mia. 

9. Be a good cook--Much to the disappointment of my wonderful wife, this is just not going to happen. I seem to lack a certain amount of patience when it comes to cooking. I also seem to lack desire, wherewithal, creativity, interest, and likely a multitude of other things that are needed to make something as simple as apple pie or cookies. I am all thumbs in the kitchen and honestly I just want to eat the stuff, not prepare it!

10. Work in fast food again--I made a solemn vow that I would never, ever go back to working at burger joints. So much trauma happens at these places, most of which would horrify you. I have been sauced, punched, taunted, teased, fried, sliced, diced, dumped, and poisoned and my dog ate my Arby's tie because it smelled like roast beef.  I have seen things that happen behind the counter that no human should ever know regarding food preparation. Yet, like Pavlov's dog, I go back and eat at these joints from time to time, but may the Good Lord strike me down if I ever have to work at one again. Will I let my kids work at one??? HECK YEAH!!! How else will they toughen up and know that the only worse job is in sanitation??? (I kid, I kid...sort of)

So, what are your 10 things???

Wow! I need to update more...right!

So I still struggle on what I want jonzer.com to become. Should it just be a blog? Should it be a photo-blog (would make sense)? Should it be a repository? Should it go away? Should it be over-run by 12 dozen monkeys who probably can find a better use for it with no opposable thumbs and 6 dozen bananas?

Just not sure, but I do have some updates coming up...with pictures even so stay tuned...or just go back to your regularly scheduled programming which I am sure consists of better uses of your time. 

This should scare you

I will pledge my loyalty and service to MY COUNTRY, but NEVER, NEVER will I pledge my service and my loyalty to ONE HUMAN MAN. 

Watch this: 

And while I agree with the message of serving others and finding a cause to participate in, do it because YOU CARE and have a passion about it. Do not do it to support, pledge, serve, or bow to ONE MAN, even if that man is the President. Do not get me wrong, you should respect Barack Obama for his position as President but never in my life have I seen people so blatantly give themselves to a human. 

Tell me..isn't it "One Nation under GOD"??? When did we become one nation under Obama??

Turning our childhood toys into childhood nightmare's

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I took my 10 year old son to see G.I. Joe. He did not last ten minutes into and said he wanted to go home; he was scared. I really wanted to see it but it would mean nothing to me if he did not enjoy it with me. Besides, from what I could tell of the first 10 minutes it did seem a little intense and violent. My son has a pretty good moral compass and a self guided ratings system, he can tell if something feel too intense for him and will immediately walk away or express his desire to do so. This is an excellent tool to have in a society whose moral fabric has been decaying for decades.

So here I am thinking to myself about all this when I realize that the toys and imaginations of my childhood are being turned into vicious, obnoxious, sexualized and overtly violent nightmares for children that are the same age as when I played with them. I guess I should not be surprised, Hollywood had lost its way many years ago; maybe even before I was aware that Hollywood existed. But it still angers me nonetheless.

When the first Transformers movie came out I was excited because I thought it would be super cool to see these robots who 'more than meet the eye' come to life on the big screen and blow us out of our seats. While the first movie was mediocre, my preview of it suggested that I should not bring my eight year old son to it because it was pretty intense, the language was a little vulgar and it could have done without the adult overtones; bummer, he would have liked seeing something this cool. Then the new Transformers movie came out this year. My son being two years older suggests he might be able to handle it now. Like a good dad, I pre-screened the movie and within the first 20 minutes I was certain I was not taking him. The Transformers were certainly more than meets the eye, ear and sensibilities at this point; the vulgarity just got worse as the movie went on. Disgusting!

And now G.I.Joe. To be fair, I have only seen the first 10 minutes, if that (and to be even more fair, I did not pre-screen like I did with Transformers...my bad). Of what I saw, it was pretty intense as well, and a bit geared to an older audience I think (I realize that the movie is PG-13, I realize this about Transformers as well). I am sure it will do well at the box office and have a good run; I will likely rent it at Red Box for one dollar.

Here is what disturbs me: The marketing of these movies goes well beyond previews and posters, it's the happy meals and the toys too. My son sees all this cool new stuff coming out and sees that it is tied to a new movie and gets pumped. I get excited with him because I see my childhood memories FINALLY being made into the movies that I enacted out in my head and visualized through my toys; these are my finest memories coming alive! Then my son sees the rating and I think his heart sinks because he intrinsically knows that this will be too much for him. My heart sinks too because it is one less thing that I can share with him in this cool visual way.

When I think back to when I played with my G.I. Joes, I do not remember having PG-13 scenarios in my head with them. I remember shooting at the enemy, sure. I remember a few Joes dying from a long fall from the window and I remember Destro having a severe issue controlling his Kung-Fu grip on the Joes. But I do not remember burning someone's face-off, terrorizing a whole city and having attitude, stereotypes or bad language with my Joes; I had not lost my innocence as of yet. 

I ask THIS of Hollywood: Why should I let YOU take my son's innocence away through what were so cherished memories for me???
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It occurs to me that rather than sharing with my son about these memories in a visual and media related way, I should be more open to sharing them in the same way that I played with them, imaganitively! I should try to encourage him to use HIS imagination more and not rely on the monster that is Hollywood to do this for him.
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Berry Cool Croquet..Please critique

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Let me know what you think. Does it work in black and white?