Care Package for Charlie

Nothing says Summer like minigolf . . .

Some Spoilers in this post about Suzanne Collin’s Mockingjay and the Hunger Games trilogy.  Just a warning for those still reading the books!

So . . . Charley, Shannon’s best friend and my adopted brother, has decided to stay in Ohio this summer after completing his exams to line both wallet and resume. And although we, his surrogate family, support his decision, a rather sizable chunk is missing from our usual cast of degenerates and reprobates. Shannon alone has taken to stumbling alone down the stairs and speaking in strange tongues, mostly because of the daily consumption of alcohol and his upcoming Russian exam; however, if Charley were here now, Shannon would have abandoned Russian to slurred English and celebrated the beginning of summer while mixing Irish car bombs downstairs with the rest of his brothers — see Mom, these are the kinds of rumors and tidbits you miss when you don’t read my blog.

Unfortunately, like most interns, Charles is bored at work, spending most of his morning scanning his browser for sites his company did NOT block, and mostly becoming really truly irritated with the results.  Through several text-exchanges, Chuck explained that his desperation had driven him to read anything.  Even my blog!  Clearly something needed to be done . . . Continue reading

A Question of Secret Identity

“Nerd.  Nerd.  Nerd,” Dasad muttered, pointing at the sundry collection of costumed moviegoers, the vast majority sporting Marvel-themed t-shirts.  “God, we’ve landed in some antisocial geek convention. Again.”

“It’s just a movie, dude,” I sigh.  “Try to enjoy the energy from the crowd.  Everyone’s been waiting years for this moment.”

Dasad and I had decided see the Avengers a few Saturdays ago, a day after Disney had released it here stateside to glowing reviews both from fans and reviewers alike.  Many of us, myself include, were simply happy the film was so well received as it guaranteed the superhero genre had not yet jumped the shark.   However, not everyone was enjoying the growing anticipation — not vocally at any rate.

“You do realize that you’re a computer science major, right?” I argue.  “You work all day long building databases and designing web sites.  You’re not just a geek, man.  You’re a prince.”

“Ha! And what does that make you?” he laughed.  “You dabble in every nerd world there is: super-heroes, hobbits, anime, manga, and semi-clad bishoujo figurines.  All tucked away in your parents’ basement.  What does that make you?”

“A king.  But don’t tell anyone,” I whisper.  “I’m traveling incognito.” Continue reading

Summer Service Project

Over the past week, I had the fortunate opportunity to help my brothers with their Christian Service project.  Most schools require a two to three reflection upon completion, the standard boilerplate:  What did you do to advance Christian ideals in your community?  How did it make you feel?  Did your experience change your perception of others and God’s role in the world?  If so, how? Continue reading