First off, the title has nothing to do with the rest of the post. Transformers is just a really good movie, and you should give it a shot. I don’t even like transformers (few years before my time) but I enjoyed the movie. Watch and enjoy, but please don’t start posting your opinion of the movie here (because that is the first thing I would do if this was someone else’s post).

My week at the beach with friends and family was wonderful. Weather was great, as was the food, and even the shopping. However, I shan’t bore you with tales of how I had an amazing time while you were stuck home, most likely bored without me to entertain you.

Jeepers, I am really tired right now. Just finished a 10 hour shift. For those of you who don’t work *cough* Elliot *cough* that is a really long time to be working. That to say, this is going to be short and pointless, beyond reassuring you people of little faith that I have not left you again.

So now I shall do an ‘Independent Thought Segment.”

Elliot, a plastic replica of you should be in every home, and when I become president, that dream will become a reality.

If rich people lost their sense of entitlement, there would be a lot less rich people.

Take your favorite pastime, give it up and take up nothing to replace it, and then you will know for certain if you are a person, or a shell.

If Good and Evil exist, then give me a sword that I may chose a side and fight; this veiled existence is driving me crazy.

If Love does not break your heart, it’s not love.

Catch you all later when I actually have something to say.

P.S. Go ahead and discuss Transformers, I didn’t really bring up anything else worth discussing. I will be surprised if someone can come up with a good reason for not liking it.

Hey guys, my apologies for lack of posts. I just bought a new computer, so that toy has been occupying my time lately. It’s pretty awesome; if only the friggin keyboard worked. Trying to write with every other letter doing thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis is rather frustrating.

I’m off to my summer vacation for a week. One whole week on the Oregon coast. Its always a blast. Even when it’s raining. Promise a post when I get back. Try to find some way to push on without my inspiration.

Catch ya on the flip side.

As a waiter at Creekside Golf Club, I serve almost exclusively the culturally elite of Salem. The ‘of Salem’ is important, because it signifies the same level of elitism as can of SPAM, if it came into large sums of money. No, I am being harsh. SPAM has WAY more culture than the majority of my customers.

Let me qualify: rich people really are just like us, except they have too much money, and their brains have been rotted away by money fumes. Money fumes are what turn normal people (or normal West Coast hicks, in my case) into people who spend the majority of their time doing retarded things no regular person would consider, such as playing golf.

I jest, of course, and all you golfers don’t need to tell me how golf is a legitimate sport of the common man. First, golf isn’t even a legitimate brain fart, much less a sport. Secondly, please don’t hit me with your large metal clubs.

Back to the rich folks. Before I worked this job, I had dreams, as most deluded college students will, of becoming rich and famous. Granted, they were the wildest of my fantasies, being a journalism major. Mymore serious dreams were of one day, after years of labor and toil, being able to pay the phone bill on time.

Now, however, I have seen what money can do to people. The rich are secure. Their security comes from power, and their power comes from money. Money begets money, so they have no fear of running out. And in their security they become complacent, stagnant, and dry. There is no need, no stress, no worry. That sounds so appealing at first, but then you see what it does to the human spirit. The body is content, and desires only to remain content. The spirit suffers, neglected and withering. The spirit is eternal, yet there is nothing eternal about wealth.

I see this tragedy of the human condition played out every day. Jesus knew of what he spoke, saying it is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter heaven. Jesus was not saying the rich are inherently evil. I serve some wonderfully nice people. Jesus simply knew of the dormancy the spirit of a man suffers while the body needs nothing. Why look beyond yourself, outside your little box, if everything in your little box is perfect, because you have the money to make it so.

Money, and the power and comfort it brings, drive the majority of people in this world. Yet the end result is terrifying. Beware.