Keegan

She said, "I went to the doctor, concerned and asked him why my baby doesn't cry. And he said, 'Ma'am you've got a happy child.'"

As Ann as the nose on Plain's face.

Arrested Development is good for your soul. 

The Office is good for you soul.

Curb Your Enthusiasm is good for your soul.

Television has no down side.

December, close enough.

I'm doing new things.

Stopping old things.

9 out of 10 questions can be answered easily

Money.

Tonight on the special Thanksgiving episode of "Deal or No Deal" a man was surprised when he found out he was playing for 2 million dollars instead of the usual 1 million. It was a nail biter.

There was a point when the man was doing very well. He still had the top 3 amounts in the game: 750 thousand, 1 million and the 2 million.

Howie Mandel (a long time idol of mine) asked the man what he plans on doing with the money he wins. The man said, "I just want to buy my wife a new car..." and he went on to talk about how his wife drives a prehistoric vehicle that has over 300 thousand miles on it. And it was a sweet moment when everyone said "Aww."

I thought it was nice too. Then I changed my mind.

The banker made him an offer of 222 thousand dollars. That's so much money. Guaranteed.
The man turned down the 222 thousand dollars of the money that was guaranteed to him.

The man was a fake.

222 thousand dollars is more than enough to buy your wife and the rest of your family brand new cars. When he was told he was being offered 222 thousand I could see Howie Mandel's words going in one ear and out the other. The guy didn't even think twice about turning it down. His wife's new car was not an issue at all anymore. HE wanted more.

The very next case he opened was the 2 million dollar case. He, along with everyone else there, was devastated. He had just lost the possibility of 2 million dollars. He looked sick.

The greedy bastard didn't care that there was still a possibility of 1 million dollars that was what he thought he was playing for in the first place.

Eventually the man lost almost everything, and he came out with like 50 thousand or something. Which is still a lot of money. But, he was unsatisfied. Serves him right. I hope this guy is kicking himself in the ass though.

You may be thinking, shut up Brody, if you were playing for 2 million you would've turned down 222 thousand too.

You're wrong. If I was that guy, I would've been playing for my wife's new car. 222 thousand would've been such a blessing. He had two young kids too. He could've sent them both to college with that money.

Lesson learned hopefully.

Make the world turn man.

So, I made this new friend at work, his name is Ross.

Ross is literally the most Christ like person I know. And I can't say for sure, but I'm almost positive he's not affiliated with any sort of religion. Basically he couldn't care less about being a Christian.

I admire Ross for so many things. One thing being that, if I told him I admired him he would probably giggle and sincerely ask me why, and doubt and disagree with every word I said to explain myself.

Ross, is the brightest light in Muncie thus far.

How can it be that a fish in the sea can feel completely alone?

Maybe I don't have as many friends as you. But I have enough good friends to make me as happy as I need to be. 

Also, my new favorite quote/thing to think about:

"God takes care of himself, and you of you." - Modest Mouse

Maybe I'm wrong

"Don't smoke, drink, chew, or go with girls who do."

I have heard this my whole life. It's an easy way to remember the difference between right and wrong. For some people, it's literally what their faith is based around.

Although I have not always necessarily always followed those rules, it's because I feel like I have an actual relationship and I know where I stand with Jesus. I don't need to think about things I do by filtering them through that sentence. That's all that is; a sentence. Not a "Christ-like mindset."

Some people live their lives by book. That's awesome. Good for them. I can't do it.

Some people live their lives doing the best they can. I feel like I fit into that category most of the time.

Some people live their lives by that damn sentence. That's not love, nor Christ-likeness. God is not involved in that sentence no matter how much it sounds like the "Christian way of thinking." They don't realize it, but God is not in the picture at all.

Oh well. I can't complain, I didn't vote.

Don't be discouraged when you find the bottom's never far from the top.

Vega's last show is tonight. I'm more excited than I have been in awhile. Not because Vega is never playing again, but it's gonna be an excellent show. Which is the high price of never seeing Vega again.

Tears will be shed.

I've been down the road, and it was royal.

It is my belief that every man ought to burn pure. Get off the Camino Real. Take voyages.

we officially live in cracker barrel

We did it. We have successfully lit and are currently reaping heat from our wood burning stove. It is incredible. Pretty modern. 

vega's last show : 4 days

dude, it's cool. i'm down with o.p.p.

So, tonight, at work, Jimmy John's, I, Brody Croucher, was called, a "racist white."

Why do I dislike that I was called this?

Because, I'm really not. 

What I don't like is how much more racist, resentful-racist hunters, like the gentlemen this evening are.

I'm actually extremely upset about this. 

To be called a racist by my friends is usually a joke that I'm a little uncomfortable with, but then for this fellow, who I don't know, seriously accuses me of being a racist, was the first time in a while that I wanted to just attack someone with my fists. 

It's a long, and ridiculous story of a fiery faggot getting pissed when we can't make him a sandwich because we ran out of bread. A sandwich.

All this fuck made me hate more than racism, was him and his racism. 

Dear racist man at Jimmy John's:

What?

cult of domesticity

we tie our shoes tight

just to fall at the king's feet

and see his sandals

this bike is a pipe bomb

How much further have we gotten did you say?
200 years ago we still had slavery and a yellow plague.
100 years ago we had our boys in the mines while their wives and children were starving
and 40 years ago it took the national guard to let the black kids in public schools

and you don't think we got it so bad no more,
you don't think we got it bad today.

the greatest nation in the world, as you say, has been at war since I can't remember
and miners black lung has been replaced by cancer 
it takes everyone away
well the blacks and whites don't trust each other, you can call it paranoia
or affirmative action's reverse psychology
that's what it seems like to me

when the bosses found out we won't take it lying down,
they packed up their factories and moved to Mexico,
took all the jobs to Mexico.

and you don't think we got it so bad no more,
you don't think we got it bad today.

i'm not trying to bring nobody down,
just saying our fight ain't over yet.

yeah, today is beautiful

I'm running on the bare essentials.

You can donate money to me if you want.

Otherwise, here's the top 10 things keeping me alive:

10. Cinnamon Life cereal

9. the days off from work

8. Eef Barzelay

7. the first assignment I've been excited for: a 10 page paper about IWU, and how I don't believe it's a Christian campus

6. pb&j 

5. Wayne's World

4. thinking of everyday in terms of how far away the weekend is

3. our space heater

2. Sigur Ros documentary

1. Pam coming back to Scranton the wrong way

Sometimes I think I should know better

but if I knew better, would there be anything left to know?

Is there any such thing as "better" anymore? There must be. I have faith like a child that there are still great things here. Because I remember when I was little I used to see new things everyday, that I thought were the best. And now I rarely ever see anything "new" and usually when I do I stand unimpressed.

Now, I know I haven't raised my standards that much since I was younger. "Better" still exists. 

Maybe I'm just desensitized, or I've been over exposed to everything. 

I feel I could do better.

 

His Name was Jonas

I went home the other day and I was so excited because I hadn't been home in over two weeks (the second longest amount of time I've ever been away from home). I was happy to see my mom and my dad and my dog, and anyone else who I would've by chance seen. 

When I got home my mom and Rivers (my dog) were there just hanging out and I said, "Hi, mom."

I haven't hugged my mom in awhile. 

Shame on me.

She hugged me. I almost cried. I don't know why. 

It was literally the happiest I have ever been to see my mom. November 8th, 2008.

Then she said, "Oh, you never got to see Lacy's (my sister) puppy, did you?"

I said, "No."

She then proceeded to ruin my joy by telling me how cute it was and how it was only 2 months old... "The other night Lacy said he didn't want to play and was just acting different. She said that her and Adam (my brother in law) went to bed and the puppy just slept under their bed and cried all night, and Lacy kept asking if they should do anything, and Adam would say, he's probably just sick and he'll be fine tomorrow." 

I didn't like this story. I felt bad for the puppy. No puppy should just cry all night.

Then my mom said, "Lacy and Adam got up in the morning, and the puppy had crawled out from underneath their bed and went and laid down and died in the living room."

Then I cried.

I hate that these blogs are probably always going to be way too personal, and sad sappy stuff like this. But this is real.

For a decent amount of time now, I've had just bizarre emotions. And my mom's story just brought them all out at once. I haven't cried in front of anyone in years. Until last Saturday.

Eef Barzelay has a better name than you

Watch "Rocket Science". 

Also, watch the Sigur Ros documentary. It's really cool.

Sorry I'm so bossy.

Also, pray for your family.

Veteran's Day

I've never done this.