While waiting for a render with nothing else to do, I started jacking around with the NBA Trade Machine on ESPN.com. This is what I came up with. Make it happen, Ferry or I’ll cut you.
Today, I’ve got a bone to pick with Chronos, the Greek god of Time. He’s a little punk. Tryin to step to my series trailer? I don’t think so. I own you. You’re just a statue. Sure, you’ll say “Oh.. you’re wasting time writing this when you should be working on the Last Words trailer…”
Nice try.
This is worth it. I’m calling you out. I’ll make you my poodle. That’s right. I said it.
I’ll finish this thing and even have time to sleep tonight. Boom. How ya like that? Make it 2:00 pm out of nowhere? I saw that coming. I’m already ahead of you. You couldn’t even catch me during Daylight Savings Time.
Time’s up… busta.
I can’t believe it, but I actually want a WWE shirt. Much less a John Cena one. How freakin sweet is that? Darn you WWE for not letting me continue to hate John Cena for no reason…
I’m feeling under the weather, again, which is no fun. But the title of the post specific to this iteration of the blog, which is not long for this world.
Here’s a sneak peek of what JJSexton.com will look like. Don’t worry though, ICanLevitate.com will still bring you to the blog. It’s just all getting all amalgamated in one site of awesome.
So, it’s Lent, something I usually don’t celebrate because it makes no sense to me at all, but we’ve been asked/encouraged to as a staff, so I’m giving up my Xbox. Why? Well, it is something that directly can take time out of my pocket and give it back to God. So, tonight, rather than firing up Bioshock, which I wanted to do oh so badly, I began a study I’m going to do on Leviticus.
No one ever reads Leviticus, but I feel like there’s a lot of good stuff in there that we miss out because we gloss over the Law without much thought. I read chapters 1-3 tonight and something struck me almost right away.
The chapters talk at great length about the sacrifices that were to be made for different things. It includes priest’s literally ripping off birds’ heads with their bare hands. That’s not what I got out of it, it’s just crazy. What struck me is that they literally had to kill animals.
Like, think about it. We’ve got a migrant group of people that are living with these animals. They travel with these animals. These animals are with them all of the time, they’re practically family. Sure, if you grow up with the animals knowing that they’ll be killed eventually, you can become a little cold to it, but I bet they had names. I bet they had been personified by their owners. They were almost pets.
Then, to cover for their sin, the Jews had to kill these animals. Can you imagine? You couldn’t live up to what God was asking of you, so Lassie gets it. The view you must’ve had of the consequences of sin living back then must have been monumental. It’s just not like that today. I bet if you told people that if they went back to their sin habits that we’d off their poodle, they would probably be pretty good about walking out their faith.
Thank God though, that we don’t have to live under that Law. God goes above and beyond the sacrifice of our livestock and offers up His son to seal the deal forever. It makes you appreciate the grace and the covenant that we live under now.
Another thing that grabbed me is how chapter 3 closes out. God has just described all of this sacrifice and it all hedges on blood and the fat of the animals. Then at the end of chapter 3, he gives them orders not to eat blood or fat. See what He’s done there?
Their sacrifice is meant to go to God and is non-transferable. They can’t offer sacrifices to God and then save some for themselves. I guess it’s kinda like that with this Lent season. Whatever we give up we have to give to God and drop for ourselves. Of course, Lent is an extremely cheap and easy version of it, but nevertheless, the principle remains the same.
I’ve also begun a life goal tonight. A goal I set a few weeks back is to memorize the New Testament. Tonight, I started my target for this year, or half a year depending on progress… Philippians. I made it 8 verses through and was exhausted. Not a kid anymore I guess. I remember knocking out chapters of John in an hour in high school.
I’m mentally out of shape 
So, last night on ECW, the WWE held its first ever “Gulf of Mexico” match. Hilarity ensued. Seriously, I loved this match. The goal was to (of course) throw your opponent into the Gulf of Mexico. Add to the pot that it was always referred to as “The Gulf of Mexico” and never “the water” or something like that. No generic names here, proper nouns ALL THE WAY!
Not to mention, my boy CM Punk was in the match and won it. Which just made it all the more entertaining. Particularly for me, having seen his shoot interviews with Samoa Joe and Colt Cabana and knowing a little bit of what his real personality is like. He had to be loving how ridiculous this all was. Kudos to him and Chavo Guerrero for going out there and having fun with it.
Track this down. It’s good times.
Tonight for the first time I was able to watch WWE Smackdown in HD. Can I just say… AWESOME. It was every bit as good as watching football. Some random thoughts:
1) The camera work was great, the team is doing a great job experimenting with different angles and whatnot now that they are in the 16:9 ratio.
2) The audio difference is incredible. Having just picked up a surround sound system, the WWE in Dolby Digital 5.1 is amazing. The roar of the crowd all around you, the pump of the bass from the music (CM Punk’s entrance theme is AWESOME!), the impact of every thud on the mat. Freakin sweet!
3) The new stage is pretty. The lights, the LEDs, the whole jazz looks great.
4) Only downside is either CW or WWE is going a little overboard with the compression. When the camera zoomed close to the wrestlers on the stage, the video got a little pixelated.
Oh! And oddly enough… it’s mere minutes into the show, they go to a crowd shot and there is Bobby and Jodi Brock, friends of mine and a couple I worked with in college. Hilarious.
So… fan or no, check out some WWE programming in HD, it’s good times! 
So, I just got a new Stylish script for Facebook and WOW. BIG DIFFERENCE. If you have Firefox and use Facebook, get Stylish and install the V3 script for Facebook. Amazing. I love it. I can’t possibly ever go back to the way it used to look. So ugly… now… so beautiful…
So, I mentioned in the previous post reading somewhere that zombies were real or some junk. Totally found the article. Granted, it’s from Cracked.com, but they’ve cited sources, so it’s at least more reliable than Wikipedia.
Here’s what I don’t understand. Why is it so cold in the metro station at Union Station? I’m just chillin… trying to get my travel on to Ballston Common Mall… and it’s like 10 degrees down here. I’m UNDERGROUND. The ground is mostly warm. I’m underneath it. Vis a vis, I should be mostly warm.
But no!
Instead my hands are literally shaking right now. It’s a wonder I can type on my little buttons here…
So, I’ve realized that I like having a mobile version of my blog. I need to make that a feature in the new one… Ooh! And… Make it really easy to publish from my phone… A custom form! Imagine this… A page on the mobile site where I can log in, then publish a post that never even sees the EE back end… Yes, it’s so evil…
Went to bed at 9 pm last night. After gearing up for Leadership Retreat, getting up at 5 to go to set up, then staying up til 5:45 playing Spades, then waking up at 8:30 and running tech, then leaving and alone taking care of sound and video at Ebz (Big ups to Dave Hampton for taking care of the Mac though) I was EXHAUSTED. I believe 9 is the earliest I’ve ever been in bed. New record! I guess it’s a week or two for those.
I’m now waiting in the Metro Center station where I am lower than at Union and it’s almost colder here. The only logical explanation is that the core of the earth has turned to ice. Or global warming. But if it was global warming, shouldn’t I be warmer? I wish there was some global warming, so I could get toastier. I’d consider it global comforting. I don’t care if it’s a blanket of polution, as long as it’s a blanket. It’s frickin freezing down here. There are literally icecicles dangling from my fingers.
This is just sort’ve my stream of consciousness as I’m quite bored on my way to Ballston. Not looking forward to fixing the projector this morning as Clarky and I destroyed the settings at Leadership Retreat. The video junk there looked freakin sweet though. The most well branded thing I’ve done at NCC so far. There was a graphic, lower third, transition, sound effects, song, all were standard for all the videos and looked deece. Wish they could’ve been tighter, but I’m only 1 man. With the strength of a bear. Who has the strength of two bears.
This feels like a long post, but I can’t quite tell because it’s on my phone. It could be normal. It could be a full page. I have no idea. We’re almost to Rosslyn… Huzzah. I’m sick of sitting here.
Today I’m going to do a whole lot of nothing. Except maybe buy Bioshock… Happy birthday to me… Well, maybe I should play through the Orange Box first… Hm… The Orange Box is like 90 hours long though… Given my free time right now, I’d say I’ll finish it by 2057, provided of course that either the robot or zombie apocalypse does not happen first.
Didn’t someone prove that the zombie thing was plausible? I remember reading that somewhere. I need to find that article so I can better prepare provided it is. Ha. That reminds me of a particular night my sophmore year of college where Josh Robinson, Drew Norris and I stayed up until 3 am brain storming how we could theoretically zombie-proof the apartment and survive the zombie apocalypse. Of course first course of action was to demolish the stairs. Wait… that would be a sick zombie flick. A last stand in an apartment or something… Hm. Hm indeed…
I’m guessing though that if I make a film through NCC it won’t be about zombies though. Which is unfortunate. It’s totally a metaphor for Jesus or something. I can spin it.
Well, I’m here. Hope you’ve enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed killing time by writing it.