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I want to take a moment to brag.  I pulled out Rock Band last night for the first time in more than a month, and, somehow, I was better than I’ve ever been.

My sister was over, and we decided to continue our world tour as The Personal Space Invaders.  She played guitar (as usual), and I played drums (also, as usual).  She is really good on the fake guitar and can play pretty much every song on Hard or Expert.  Typically, I have been able to play the drums for pretty much any song on Medium, but I also have been able to play a number of songs on Hard (only one or two on Expert).

Well, last night, I decided to play all but one song on Hard.  Normally, this would mean that our band would fail a couple of songs due to the fact that I was not able to keep from failing my part more than twice.  Last night, however, we, as a band, did not fail ANY songs.  I did have to get rescued a time or two, but somehow, I played those fake drums better than I’ve ever played them before.  I actually felt like I knew what I was doing.  For a brief moment, I felt like I must know what those Japanese kids who breakdance their way through Dane, Dance Revolution must feel like (seriously, have you ever seen some of those kids work that game???).

For most of the songs, miraculously, I didn’t have to get rescued at all.  This makes me really want to get the really expensive drums accessory for Rock Band 2.  It costs about $300, but it can actually function as an electronic drum kit when not being used with the game.  That would be sweet … if only I could get together the money.

Anyone want to sponsor me?

Vic Firth?  Zildjian?  Pearl?

I’ll be waiting by the phone for your call.  I know it’s only a matter of time.

Today, while at the Tennessee State Fair, I was reminded of two things which bother me, though in totally different ways, mind you.

At the Krystal burger eating competition (officially called “The Krystal Square-Off”), there was a group of men—some large, some not so large—and a very petite woman, weighing only 105 pounds, named Juliette.  There was one other woman as well, but I believe she was a last minute addition.  Also, she wasn’t very competitive and doesn’t really factor into this story at all.

So, after a very long buildup to the actual competition itself, with long introductions of all of the competitors, the competition got under way.  I was ready to cheer on Juliette, as she definitely seemed like an underdog.  Once she started into her Krystals, however, she ravenously consumed them, much like I imagine Mama Cass went after that very last ham sandwich.  Only, what?  Wait a second.  I think Mama Cass probably got the whole ham sandwich in her mouth, but what in the wide world of competitive eating is Juliette doing!?!?  This may sound like an overstatement, but I am not kidding when I say that I have never witnessed a nastier display of gluttony in all my life.  Most of the competitors on the stage were actually eating their Kystals.  Juliette, on the other hand, seemed to be smashing and smearing what looked like Krystal slop all over her face.  Once her mouth was full, she just kept smacking herself in the face with it … only, with no other place to go, it just covered her face, her shirt, and the table in front of her.  She would then scoop up big handfuls of slop and try to cram it into her mouth, to no avail.  But somehow, when the 8-minute competition had ended (AND she was witnessed by everyone in the audience still trying to pack more into her mouth for a solid 30 to 40 seconds after the buzzer sounded), it was ruled that she was in a three-way tie with two of the other eaters and that they would have to have an eat-off (or, officially, a “Krystal Square-Off-Off”).

The people in the audience (myself included) were very dismayed by this news.  The two others included in this three-way tie obviously deserved a chance to compete against one another in this sudden death phase of the contest (I don’t think it would be a surprise to many people if eating more than 50 Krystals in 8 minutes led to sudden death), but Juliette did not deserve to be there.  And to make matters worse, even though the judges announced that the competitors would have to “cleanly” eat the 10 Krystals placed before them in the square-off-off (with the winner being the competitor who could scarf them down the quickest), Juliette stuck to the method she used in the regulation phase of the competition.  She slopped the stuff EVERYWHERE!  The audience was getting rowdy and booing her, but somehow, when it was all over, the judges actually announced her as the winner.  I was mad.  The audience was mad.  The other two competitors were mad.  Cheating really bothers me.  In my opinion, Eric “Badlands” Booker should have won the competition.  For more on this subject, feel free to view this link.

While I’m on the subject of cheaters, while waiting in line for the Tilt-A-Whirl ride, when I had almost reached the front of the line, these two little children jumped in front of me and the person standing with me in line.  Their mother walked up near to them and pushed a third child into the line with them.  I said to her, “There is a line, you know.”  And there was a considerable line at this point.  She just smiled and in very broken English replied, “Yes, yes, I know.  It’s ok.”  What!?  The person with me in line said, “No, it’s not ok.”  But the lady just kept smiling and walked away, leaving her children in line.  I was incensed!  Maybe I shouldn’t have let it get to me like it did, but I REALLY dislike cheating … especially when the cheater doesn’t even care when he/she is caught in the act.  This was not just a cultural misunderstanding.  I don’t have anything against people from other countries in general, but I do have a thing against cheaters.  She knew exactly what she was doing when she pushed her three children into that line in front of us.  Maybe instead of just fuming, I could have told the guy running the ride that they didn’t deserve to get on the ride due to the fact that they had skipped almost every person in it, but I didn’t.  I didn’t want to be the jerk that tattled on three children (probably all younger than 7 years old), but I wish the mother could have experienced some kind of a consequence for her total disregard for fairness and queue etiquette.

So, yeah, going back to the original topic of this blog, cheaters really bother me.

The second, truly bothersome thing (and really this might more of a fear than a bother) of which I was reminded today?


I learned something new about myself today while I was at the Tennessee State Fair.  In my old age, I have developed the unfortunate ability to experience motion sickness.  This was not something I ever experienced as a child.  Back then, I could go on any ride, no matter how fast it spun or in how many different directions it allowed me to travel all at once.  I loved those rides, and I could go on them time after time after time with no adverse effects.

No longer.

Today, I felt very sick to my stomach after certain rides.  And I’m pretty sure watching “Juliette” win the Krystal burger eating competition didn’t help ease my queasiness.  More about Juliette in my next post.

Anyway, I now realize there is a crossable line in regard to how many spinning rides I can take in a relatively short span of time.  I also today thought back to when I was a child and used to go to amusement parks with my parents.  They enjoyed some rides, but they always seemed a bit more interested in the attractions and shows.  Attractions and shows … schmattractions and shows.  Gimme rides, rides, rides!  Higher, faster, longer!  Again, no longer.  As I sat on a bench at the fair, regretting the fact that I’d just gone on the Spider ride after having conquered the Tilt-A-Whirl and a few others, I found myself longing for some simple attractions and shows.  Like the Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark stunt show at MGM studios (that really was a great show … may it rest in peace).  Or the Back to the Future 3-D show (again, R.I.P.).  Or Captain E.O. (ok, so all of the attractions I am currently remembering are no longer available).  This, too, reminds me of my age and how some of the things I loved as a child are no longer things that can bring me love and fulfillment as an adult.

I’m going to be 31 in November, so I’ll probably have a few more things to add to that list soon, but at least I still have my memories.  And the memories can help me relive the fun times … sans queasiness.

Of course, when next year rolls around, and the carnies roll back into Nashville for another state fair, I’m sure I’ll end up hopping right back on some of those very same rides again anyway, hoping that maybe things will be different and my stomach will be better girded against the nausea that struck me this year.

Based on this behavior, I believe Albert Einstein would consider me, to some degree, insane.

This is my attempt to create another blog. My last blog was created in November of 2004 on MySpace, and while I have posted quite a bit of randomness to it over the years, I find it is time to move my written words elsewhere. I have found myself not using MySpace all that often anymore, and, as a result, my blog-writing has also fallen offtrack. Time to start over. And, so, Potluck Exposition is born.

I have given my blog this title because I have no intention of sticking to one topic. Just like a potluck dinner, you’re going to see a little bit of everything here. Current events, not-so-current events, politics, faith, fun, food, family, friends, and maybe a few other f-words … but none of the “bad” ones. Also, like a potluck dinner, some of what you find here will appeal to you, but, most assuredly, some of it will not. Consume and enjoy that which appeals to you, and try to tolerate (if not accept) that which does not. Comment on both, as you please. A secondary reason for the title of this blog is that I feel as if I am putting myself on display for the world to see … exposing myself, if you will. But this is not an adult-oriented blog, I assure you. Anyone who is disappointed by this should probably just move on now. And now, let the exposure begin.

A little bit about me:

Like most people, I was born. Born in 1977 (along with 3,384,300.98 other Americans), I am a true child of the 80s and thus enjoy cartoons, movies, tv shows, commercials, toys, gadgets, and pretty much everything else from the 80s. My all-time favorite sports teams are ones from the 80s, my favorite president (though I could not vote for him or really understand much about politics at the time) was in office from January 1981 until January 1989. That said, while I have a good recollection of all-things-80s and am kind of obsessed with such things, this is not the total sum of all that I am. I just wanted to give a starting point for understanding who I am. This blog is not about the 80s (though I can’t rule out the possibility of memories and/or events from the 80s being mentioned at some point). I’m a Christian. I’m conservative. I’m a fun guy (but prefer ball caps to mushroom caps). I was an English major in college and thus enjoy playful use of the English language and appreciate the proper use of grammar, though I, myself, don’t always stick to the rules. I kind of believe that my degree grants me the liberty to hold others to the rules while also giving me the freedom to stretch them in my own written and oral communication. I believe that I am allowed to add new words to the English language, and these new words can only be overruled by someone with a higher-level English degree. So be prepared for this. If you see a word that seems made-up, it just might be, but that’s intentional. No … really, it is. OK, that’s probably enough about me for now. A good start, at least. You’ll learn more from the blog as time goes on and more is written, I’m sure.

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