Jack-o-Lantern

I stumbled upon the history of the Jack-o-Lantern today and thought I would share it...

For those of you unfamiliar with the holiday, the primary symbol of Halloween is the jack-o-lantern, a symbol you make by hollowing out a pumpkin, carving a face into the hollowed-out gourd, then placing a lighted candle inside. According to legend, the jack-o-lantern got its start many, many years ago, when a drunkard and ne’er do well named Jack tricked the Devil into climbing a tree; once the Devil was safely ensconced in the branches, Jack carved a cross into the tree trunk, something that prevented the Devil from climbing down. Jack agreed to help the Devil down on one condition: that the Devil would never bother him again.

A few years later Jack died, and when he went up to heaven he was denied entrance because of his wicked ways. That sent him … downstairs … where he was refused entrance because he had previously tricked the Devil. As a result, Jack was condemned to roam the earth forever although, as a sort of consolation prize, the Devil did give him a lighted candle to help him make his way through the dark.

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Hope everyone has a Happy Halloween!

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or get your filthy eyes off my blog!

Tiger History


Tigers road trip to ATL for a game against the Bumblebee's this Saturday.

I'm glad college football is back.

High Out-501

Since I can remember I have been involved in a team sport of some kind. It started at a young age where I played t-ball wearing white polyester pants and a baby blue shirt with the team name scripted across the front. Later in life I moved on to basketball. I loved it much more than t-ball, but sadly I am white, short, and not John Stockton. Then came soccer. I was quick, tenacious, and somewhat skilled, but soccer was way too competitive at the higher levels, so in college I found Ultimate Frisbee. I didn't think I could find a sport that challenged me more than soccer, but Ultimate was more than I could hope for. After college I attempted to play tennis, but that didn't amount to more than 2 seasons of beat downs. Recently I have joined a dart league with a few friends. What started as a fun pub game we would play while our wives gossiped in another part of the bar has turned into a weekly organized event.

Recently I competed in a game of 501 where darts are thrown and the total points scored is subtracted starting at 501 until one player has no points. The twist is that you have to double-out. What does that mean?? It means that you have to hit a double number to end the game. If you have 20 points left, you have to hit a double ten. My accomplishment was that I hit a 110 out 20-T20-D15.

This was a big deal and I would have gotten a plaque at the end of the year if it hadn't been for Wes...
Damn you Wes.

iPhone Frappe

Ran across this and had forgotten about this site...

Blender + iPhone = Awesome Video

I'll bet that's how many people felt after the price of the iPhone plummeted 200$ only 3 months after being released...

And now there are more iPods to choo-choo-choose from. When will Apple product exposure reach saturation??

Back for now...

Wow,

what has happened since I have been gone...

1. Lindsay Lohan got in trouble with the law
   
2. Lindsay Lohan got in trouble with the law
3. I joined a dart league with some friends
   
4. I got my wife pregnant!!!
5. I re-enrolled in my Master's program
6. Clemson broke into the top 20 in the AP poll
7. Michael Vick got in trouble with the law
8. I installed wood flooring in my house

Man things have been crazy...I am excited to be back if only in a limited capacity. I will try to update as often as I can. Goodness knows that I will have plenty to talk about simply regarding the pregnancy. As a matter of fact:

I am having a daughter. Her name will be Emma and I couldn't be more excited. I won't lie and tell you that I wasn't rooting for a boy (c'mon Y chromosome!! You can do it!!!), but I am floored about having a little girl. Pink is my new favorite color and I can't wait to be a sucker for my princess. I can't wait to record her first piano or dance recital...I can't wait to tell her that she is daddy's little angel as she lies to me about who broke the glass in the kitchen...and I especially can't wait to intimidate every snot-nose, prepubescent, hormone-raging, trouser stain that talks to my baby.





It's an obvious choice but I don't have to be crafty all the time