Rejected Titles for Disney/Pixar's "Monsters, Inc."

• Monsters, LLC.
• Monsters & Partners
• Monsters & Sons
• Monsters, etc.
• Monsters & Company
• Wal-Mart, Inc.

A call for shirts.

It's time to make the shamrock shirts. If you weren't cool enough to see them the first time, see them here.

If you'd like one, bring me a shirt to print on, and like $5 for materials. I recommend a light-colored shirt, because the dark green will be printed on it (and then the white). Mine is a light green, like in the picture. I think that's the optimal color. Don't get white, though, because white's dumb. And these shirts are going to be awesome.

Deadline is a week from today--March 3rd. If all goes well, I'll be printing them that day. If you don't bring me a shirt, you don't get one, because I'm not making an extra trip to the store to buy you a shirt.

Edit: Girls, you should get girl-cut shirts. If you insist on wearing an unflattering shirt, I can just print on a garbage bag for you, or something.

Sundries.

Here're some things I've been meaning to scan and post for a while.

This is a magnet that came stuck to our phone book. It's for a plumber, and it's now on our fridge.

This is the interesting part, though. I don't know what "punctural" means, but it doesn't sound like something I'd want a plumber doing to my pipes.


Also, for your reading pleasure, here's my first-ever issue of the newsletter of the Bacon Lover's Club. Click on it for a larger, readable version.


It enchants me to no end that it has a picture of the curemaster on it. Awesome.

About real life.

I was noticing, as I was walking to my car in the dark after class, that it's been a long time since anyone jumped out of a shadow and grabbed me, clasping their hand over my mouth so I couldn't scream. I guess that just doesn't happen much anymore.

I've also never actually been in a fight that took place on top of a moving train. I've never had to knock the gun out of a guy's hands while my own hands were cuffed, and I've never walked into a room and heard the beeping of a live bomb. And I've never, like Tony Giardino, held onto that bottom part of a helicopter. You know that part?

I'm not sure why my life is so atypical in these ways--maybe I need to get out more.

St. Valentine would be pleased.

It was The Me Show again this weekend. First was the ward talent show on Friday, then I spoke in Sacrament meeting today. If people in the ward didn't know me before, hopefully they do now.

This is to let you, the reader, know that your Valentine's Day plans should include coming to the BYU basketball game, where I'll be doing another yo-yo halftime. If you didn't come to the gymnastics meet, you can redeem yourself by coming to this one. No word yet how many people I can get on the guest list, but you can use an all-sports pass.

Plus, come on. It's not like you have plans. Wednesday, 7 o'clock.

Listen up, you two.

A couple of shout-outs to my friends who will soon be residents of Chain Chomp Towers.

Just like Grandma's.

My Grandma has a technique for giving us food when we go to her house--there's always something that "needs to be eaten up." She's always got something in the queue that's in this condition. The best was when we showed up to her house and she had a whole lamb roast that "needed to be eaten up." Just like all those other times, when you have extra lamb roasts laying around.

It was very welcome today, though, when I heard the same comment from my roommate Chris. His family lives nearbyish, and somehow he ended up with 6 or 7 extra pieces of prime rib. And they needed to be eaten up.

Sat on their park bench like bookends.

I've gotta say, I love my 489 group.

Any time you can debate with the emotion and intensity which we did yesterday and still be on speaking terms, you've got something special. And when you can do that to build things up instead of tear things down, you have the potential to do great things.

I've spent all of my academic career (this is year 16 of formal schooling, 17 if you count kindergarten) waiting for the time when group projects would be really productive--when everybody in the group know's what's going on, and has the motivation to do it; simply, a group where everybody brings something to the table. And now, in my last semester, I've finally gotten there.

I think I'd trust any one of these people with my life.