tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212492681906923252024-02-07T02:11:09.278-08:00Kitch Cadet and his band of Merry Men.IT IS I.... KITCH CADET! AND MY BAND OF MERRY MEN! Join me for my incredible adventures slaying evil monsters and rescuing fair damsels and fighting life and death to pass my classes.Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804477322148541010noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-321249268190692325.post-85492818547708931262011-01-12T18:33:00.001-08:002011-01-12T18:35:14.062-08:00QWOPOkay, everyone needs to play this! I haven't laughed out loud while playing a game in a LONG time!<div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.foddy.net/Athletics.html">http://www.foddy.net/Athletics.html</a></div>Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804477322148541010noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-321249268190692325.post-46057097160618014042010-11-14T13:50:00.001-08:002010-11-14T14:03:26.201-08:00The MAN Expo!!!So yesterday, Adam and I had the opportunity to participate in "THE MAN EXPO"! It bragged to have all things MAN, and since Adam and I fall under the the category of "MAN", we decided to check it out.<br /><br />It had all sorts of MANLY things there. They had motorcycles, sports cars, remote control helicopters, a jousting arena, cage fighting, a mechanical bull, eating contests, arm wrestling contests, weight lifting contests, paintball range, basketball contests, football contests, and even a cage where you can smash up cars with a baseball bat.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhycFBiU5sYve89aZmTEvnuIz9ydc22hD6SN62S6QGP-bVIZKjdVK1iAWUefA87DDj23WXqBTSeEfcOiEyeJAoBoN3Wnm5DbUeOQROMgWxeBDf-nRCcetNcn-sLIGtt1gU6agNHtleGG8/s1600/1113101146.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhycFBiU5sYve89aZmTEvnuIz9ydc22hD6SN62S6QGP-bVIZKjdVK1iAWUefA87DDj23WXqBTSeEfcOiEyeJAoBoN3Wnm5DbUeOQROMgWxeBDf-nRCcetNcn-sLIGtt1gU6agNHtleGG8/s400/1113101146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539526305255868034" border="0" /></a>Why must he always 1-up me?<br /></div><br /><br />As fun as cage fighting sounded, Adam and I opted to participate mostly in the Gaming Tournament, playing Super Smash Brothers Brawl. Adam and I have played this game. He owns it. We enjoy having a little bout every now and again. Heck, we're the best players in the family, so we thought we could do pretty well in something like this. What I am about to describe is not suitable for all levels of gamers:<br /><br />It hurt. A lot. These guys handed my spleen to me on a silver platter! They were using moves that I couldn't even dream were possible! One guy was pulling bombs out and juggling them like they were apples, and they always seemed to end up landing right on my head. My brain doesn't even move as fast as those guys, let alone my fingers! It had been a long time since I had such a humbling experience. I lost every single match. I didn't win one. I never even came close! They slaughtered me, every single time. One guy was playing against me while carrying on a conversation with the guy next to him! Adam did considerably better, although he also lost most of his matches. However, he gave them a run for their money every time.<br /><br />While feeling down on myself, I decided to take a step back and look at the big picture. With all due respect, most of the guys there, although the best in the state at this game, looked like they were in their mid twenties and probably still living in their parents basement without a job. I am getting a college degree, have a really good job, and have a beautiful girlfriend. I may not win at the game, but I win at Life!<br /><br />In the end, Adam and I were able to get some quality MAN time in together. He even said he grew a few chest hairs due to this experience. If that's the case, than he is ahead of me. I guess he's more of a MAN! Aw MAN!Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804477322148541010noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-321249268190692325.post-62340644110143618082010-07-11T12:46:00.001-07:002010-07-11T12:47:24.298-07:00Super Easy ModeThere are some games that really needed modes like this.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cZRLpc2egoQ">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cZRLpc2egoQ</a>Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804477322148541010noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-321249268190692325.post-46597007368403007432010-05-01T15:28:00.000-07:002010-05-01T15:47:44.162-07:00Wheel of Fortune?At the end of every semester, it's one of my favorite times of the year.... TEXT BOOK SELL BACK!!!!! This is the time of year when the University tries to ease the aches and pains of rising tuition and outlandish textbook prices by giving you 5 bucks for every textbook you give them back.<br /><br />The bookstore at the U is extra sensitive to the feelings of their starving students, and provides another way to ease the pain, stress, and sorrow. They have this big wheel set up, in a wheel of fortune fashion, that students can come and spin to get some kind of prize. Some of the prizes were gift certificates, or another 5 bucks, or candy bars, T-shirts, Hats, etc., etc. Anyway, hoping for another 5 bucks, I went up and spun the wheel. My heart raced as I realized that a minimal amount of my fate rested on the final result of the wheel's circular dance. As it began to slow down, as they usually do, I was able to get an idea of about where it was going to land. I figured my best bet was the wedge labeled "Candy", so I started cheering for the Candy Bar! Much to my eventual confusion, it landed on a wedge titled "U-Turf." What is U-Turf you ask? Well, so did I.<br /><br />The people running the wheel got very excited and said "YOU WON THE TURF!!!!" One of the lady's reached behind the table to a stack of wooden boxes, grabbed one, and handed it to me.<br /><br />"What's this?"<br /><br />"It's worth a hundred dollars!!!!"<br /><br />So, I walked off with a wooden box worth 100 dollars. Upon later inspection, I realized that the wooden box had a seal that said "Rice-Eccles Authentic Stadium Turf." I opened the box to reveal a piece of green and white astro turf! The label on the back of the lid informed me that this was a piece of the field where the Runnin Utes went undefeated... TWICE! I decided to do a little google-ing to find out exactly how much my new box of fake grass was worth. KSL apparently did a <a href="http://www.ksl.com/index.php?nid=635&sid=6863891">story</a> on it. According to the story, it really is worth 100 bucks!<br /><br />Well, I still haven't decided what to do with my box of plastic grass... any ideas?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr1Fkhm8x0SGmRSXGQxJEzpxaA4Psy8Nz1X56R1dgdoB8UPOznhuc-wEVWinBVRBtj6kwEIvdJTQDBNb8hUuKZ5G8PoaDNr6phgmxHPh5Ft5c0NrSZfIuzm-aAW_QyQZEg5z8wQ96_mhs/s1600/DSC01311.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr1Fkhm8x0SGmRSXGQxJEzpxaA4Psy8Nz1X56R1dgdoB8UPOznhuc-wEVWinBVRBtj6kwEIvdJTQDBNb8hUuKZ5G8PoaDNr6phgmxHPh5Ft5c0NrSZfIuzm-aAW_QyQZEg5z8wQ96_mhs/s400/DSC01311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466436546343172402" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglb-r_De43v8A_JfZ0hV48txTIkV7zPUEl-XFT6On5cjVRsA6174V39K2fU0kSGSVXhofPMkUQwQc1m1nidSxK-YSngSe7yr8mP-3jbREKi8WsHl1aRlKfc1ep_5KuIDbS0jq7BvBFprI/s1600/DSC01313.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglb-r_De43v8A_JfZ0hV48txTIkV7zPUEl-XFT6On5cjVRsA6174V39K2fU0kSGSVXhofPMkUQwQc1m1nidSxK-YSngSe7yr8mP-3jbREKi8WsHl1aRlKfc1ep_5KuIDbS0jq7BvBFprI/s400/DSC01313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466436560072745682" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUveiiO_9bcf-nHjHbwsoHCUEjpfFyDtnDEkwwbsRrffSh0r-2kzGmVmjVMCfFB4SOy5z8n1ZaZb-3BCvxxRMROL8KDYhJ-LxXe4IHHgCEIiyLIQqHXhzpTwzcSfYPCQnwTwGMWEKfqCQ/s1600/DSC01312.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUveiiO_9bcf-nHjHbwsoHCUEjpfFyDtnDEkwwbsRrffSh0r-2kzGmVmjVMCfFB4SOy5z8n1ZaZb-3BCvxxRMROL8KDYhJ-LxXe4IHHgCEIiyLIQqHXhzpTwzcSfYPCQnwTwGMWEKfqCQ/s400/DSC01312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466436549310822290" border="0" /></a>Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804477322148541010noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-321249268190692325.post-46789231473516150472010-04-13T19:57:00.000-07:002010-04-13T20:12:55.533-07:00Scholarship!For those of you who don't know already, I applied for a really nice scholarship several weeks ago. Turns out, I GOT IT! It's the Kennecott Scholarship and is worth $6000! Yeah, I'm pretty stoked! This will pay for almost an entire year's worth of tuition.<br /><br />Anyway, earlier this evening I attended an awards banquet for all of the scholarship recipients. There were about 20 total. They took pictures of us too with the president of the University and other VIPs.<br /><br />Well, as we were sitting and eating, I noticed a lot of people socializing. I saw a group of people wearing name badges that said "Kennecott" on them, and I became curious. I have been told time and time again how important it is to Network! I thought "Gosh, this is a perfect opportunity to Network." I had never really considered a career with Kennecott, but hey, they're giving me free money. The least I could do is learn what it is they do.<br /><br />So I went up to a group of Kennecott employees and introduced myself as one of the scholarship recipients. They all began to introduce themselves... Head of Publicity... General Manager.... VP over something... and the President and CEO of Kennecott! Despite being totally outmatched, I felt oddly comfortable around them. They asked me about my schooling, and when I mentioned I was an EE major, the general manager said "Oh good, we can use all the EE's we can get!" I started asking them what kind of jobs they offer for EE's, and the kind of work they do on a day to day basis. That's when the CEO piped up and said "You know, I do inspections of the plant every so often. Why don't you give me a call this summer and I'll take you with me and give you a personal tour. I can introduce you a few head engineers and they can show you what it is they do."<br /><br />Well, after leaving that conversation with a plunder of business cards, I am now a convert to networking. I now understand what all of they hype is about. Still not sure if I would want to pursue a career down that path, but gosh, I like the way they treat little students like me! :DJimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804477322148541010noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-321249268190692325.post-41482357517877052112010-03-20T06:37:00.000-07:002010-03-20T06:46:09.695-07:00I'm Famous!!!!Alot has happened to me in the past few months, so I will be throwing a few more updates on to cover for it. Anyway, first item of business is how my mug was in the newspaper!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn_KBLsfk0kGf6D_UqI8AP8QqwdbIQuh1TnDQ0Xy8ih7JTq7iEQgsTNWH85FMntbTBfj1Gf4ZmhvNkSyBuilog0jZKcDoD6Bv-QNiRwLocA5jn5h07Fc4xubCPz1Ah6s2Zxd-aQS95UWg/s1600-h/powerinhistouch.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn_KBLsfk0kGf6D_UqI8AP8QqwdbIQuh1TnDQ0Xy8ih7JTq7iEQgsTNWH85FMntbTBfj1Gf4ZmhvNkSyBuilog0jZKcDoD6Bv-QNiRwLocA5jn5h07Fc4xubCPz1Ah6s2Zxd-aQS95UWg/s400/powerinhistouch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450711388136579970" border="0" /></a><br />I'm the one on the left.<br /><br />Here is a <a href="http://www.standard.net/topics/features/2010/03/18/peerys-feels-power-easter-musical">link</a> to the article where you can read all about me.... and the others in the play.Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804477322148541010noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-321249268190692325.post-43248475265627186462010-01-17T07:22:00.001-08:002010-01-17T07:24:55.432-08:00Awesome<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMoFmDIwNDUqBYYyhr3gPhhsjNtcj-74_1xt43orMc9iCMIxwVGpW7CyB1IiyAcBLWaLPr2ZsZTyRFLrX_E6JgKifG-Taot00GI8JG5elkC05iFukLxOi10eBY_6dq99H-RznqbpcW_Qg/s1600-h/awesome2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMoFmDIwNDUqBYYyhr3gPhhsjNtcj-74_1xt43orMc9iCMIxwVGpW7CyB1IiyAcBLWaLPr2ZsZTyRFLrX_E6JgKifG-Taot00GI8JG5elkC05iFukLxOi10eBY_6dq99H-RznqbpcW_Qg/s400/awesome2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427729936456102722" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFpVNe3xnN9qQcSGTCy0Vyvp9-gHGB2upZ4acbdHL1hDFJn27EffreKAltFe0YPUx0wmvfc6SOhEubHwe2ZNmgskes-axJQHmAgubLSA_6FYOOvQC2b3IO61QOH_986-EGjDWJbdQFkAc/s1600-h/awesome.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFpVNe3xnN9qQcSGTCy0Vyvp9-gHGB2upZ4acbdHL1hDFJn27EffreKAltFe0YPUx0wmvfc6SOhEubHwe2ZNmgskes-axJQHmAgubLSA_6FYOOvQC2b3IO61QOH_986-EGjDWJbdQFkAc/s400/awesome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427729607278645986" border="0" /></a>Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804477322148541010noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-321249268190692325.post-40276646305812253492010-01-14T14:32:00.000-08:002010-01-14T14:42:30.768-08:00GuacamoleLast night, 3 of my little brother's best friends were "kidnapped" at an amusement park when the rides they were on continued in an endless loop, and the mechanism to turn them off was stolen. I was asked to find and catch the evil doer.<br /><br />After walking around and interrogating several people, I received information as to where the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">perpetrator</span> may be hiding. On my way there, I met up with a few friends I hadn't seen in a while. We proceeded to an abandoned shack, and inside were the evil doers, but the mechanism was no where to be found.<br /><br />The head evil doer lady informed me that the mechanism was hidden underground and showed me a trap door leading to the underground lair where it was hidden. I asked my friends if they wanted to come with me, but they all declined, when suddenly out of nowhere, an African American female <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">archaeologist</span> walked in and agreed to assist me. Before entering the door, the head evil doer lady gave me a flash light and a butter knife and told me I would need them.<br /><br />Upon <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">descending</span> the staircase, the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">archaeologist</span> and I found ourselves in a room with about 20 other people. After walking around a bit, we realized the other people were all reflections of ourselves, and that the room was full of mirrors. Exploring the "lair" further, we came across a walking talking 10 foot bronze statue who, although very polite, informed us he <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">guarded</span> this "lair" and we would have to fight him to continue. I then proceeded to have a knife fight with the statue, who was also armed with a butter knife.<br /><br />With absolutely no help from the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">archaeologist</span>, I defeated the statue, who then warned us that far more dangerous creatures lurked in the "lair". One such creature was a giant and incredibly fat and dangerous chicken, also made of bronze. It's one weakness was that it was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">ticklish</span>. I then proceeded to tickle the giant chicken until I once again became victorious.<br /><br />I then woke up and swore never again to eat guacamole before going to bed.Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804477322148541010noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-321249268190692325.post-88856071465476615232009-12-28T16:38:00.000-08:002009-12-28T16:40:14.725-08:00Dreams are WierdSomething really funny happened to me the other morning. Saturday night, I stayed up til about two in the morning just talking with my roommates (that is an odd occurrence for me.) When I finally went to bed, I said that I wasn't going to set my alarm, and just get up whenever I got up. They laughed because I usually get up at 7 on Sundays (which wasn't necessary for this Sunday. We only had sacrament meeting because everyone is gone over the holidays.) They said even without an alarm, I would get up at 7.<br /><br /> Anyway, that night I had a weird dream. In it, one of my friends in the engineering department was a mob crime boss. Apparently I did something to tick him off, and he sent all his croonies to "take care of me." Luckily, I got away in my car. Giving off a sigh of relief, I then felt a hand grab me from the back seat of my car, and that's when I woke up! After settling down, I reassured myself that there was no one hiding under my bed, and that the door was locked. Checking the clock, I saw that it was 7:00 AM exactly. I guess they were right.Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804477322148541010noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-321249268190692325.post-75732732811377695782009-12-10T15:55:00.000-08:002009-12-10T16:00:27.780-08:00It's getting harder and harder to tell these days.I was sitting in my chemistry class the other day when I look to my right and a few seats down there is a girl with black hair in a pony tail. "Hey, she's kind of cute." I thought to myself. At the end of the class, we took a quiz. This girl finished early and got up to leave. Because I was sitting in the aisle seat, I had to move my feet and backpack so she could go by. When I did that, she smiled, and said in a deep bass voice "Thanks"...<br /><br />GGGAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">/COUGH</span><br /><br />EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />BBBBBLLLLLLEEEEEECCCHHHHH!!!!!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">/HEAVE</span><br /><br />AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">/SHIVER</span>Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804477322148541010noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-321249268190692325.post-89901532664476709642009-12-07T20:37:00.000-08:002009-12-07T20:45:06.636-08:00Free Agent Status!I auditioned for Hale Center Theater this past weekend. I was excited when I got callbacks. I went into callbacks on Monday evening and I had quite the experience there. It was amazing. For starters, I have never been around so many talented singers before in my life. HOLY COW!!! I am incredibly flattered that they would even consider me to be somewhere around that level. Just to give you an idea of the caliber of singers that were there, I sat next to Rigoletto. FREAKING RIGOLETTO!!! That's right, the "You sing like a goat" guy.<br /><br />Second, I realized that I have a lot to learn about performing, and especially performing under pressure. The nice lady sitting on the other side of me was very kind and would tell me every so often "Relax :D" I was trying to hide it so well too.<br /><br />In any case, this means I'm a free agent. There are a few other plays I might audition for, and we'll see if I can get into any of those. I have alot of time next semester, so I will try to get into something. If not, I guess I could always... *gasp* DO HOMEWORK!!!Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804477322148541010noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-321249268190692325.post-19384757288638076482009-12-03T19:33:00.000-08:002009-12-03T19:34:51.263-08:00Rock Art part 2After my lab was done, I started walking from the engineering building to the Institute building. I passed the spot where the tower of rocks had been. They were still there, but they had been slightly altered. :DJimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804477322148541010noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-321249268190692325.post-32251530042319037382009-12-03T09:06:00.000-08:002009-12-03T09:11:35.366-08:00Rock ArtSo I was walking to the engineering building just now, deep in thought about how I am going to survive finals. The sidewalk to the engineering building has a median of rocks. Big rocks, medium rocks, and little rocks, sissy rocks, rocks that climb on kids... all kinds.<br /><br />As I was passing, I noticed one big rock had several medium and small rocks very carefully placed on top of it, in an interesting looking tower. There were some grounds keepers doing some work around that area, and one of them saw the rocks, and came over shouting "What the Heck is This?"<br /><br />Another grounds keeper came up saying "What? You don't like it?"<br /><br />"Heck no! you're doing it all wrong. You call yourself an artist?<br /><br />"I thought it was emotionally moving!"<br /><br />I couldn't help myself. I started laughing out loud! My outlook on the next few weeks has improved dramatically :DJimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804477322148541010noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-321249268190692325.post-16097646122643050612009-11-29T12:31:00.000-08:002009-11-29T12:47:44.726-08:00Finished!I finally finished a project I've been working on for a while now. I've gone through the entire German translation of the Book of Mormon and counted all of the references to the Savior I could find. I counted everything: Symbols, pronouns, everything I could think of. I've been working on it off and on, which is why it's taken a while. Anyway, it's done now :D<br /><br />Keep in mind that I did it in German, and the German language uses a few more pronouns than english does, so there might be a few more that I counted that aren't in the english Book of Mormon. I should also mention that there were some points in the Book of Mormon where it was a little fuzzy as to whether they were referring to the Savior, or to Heavenly Father, so I just used my best judgment. Also keep in mind that there may have been some symbols that I didn't pick up on because of my spiritual immaturity.<br /><br />Final count:<br /><br />Number of references to the Savior in....<br />1st Nephi: 688<br />2nd Nephi: 1230<br />Jacob: 374<br />Enos: 44<br />Jarom: 11<br />Omni: 29<br />Words of Mormon: 11<br />Mosiah: 719<br />Alma: 1104<br />Helaman: 352<br />3rd Nephi: 1204<br />4th Nephi: 40<br />Mormon: 195<br />Ether: 458<br />Moroni: 176<br /><br />Total: 6635<br /><br /><br />References to the Savior per Chapter (average):<br />1st Nephi: 31.27<br />2nd Nephi: 37.27<br />Jacob: 53.43<br />Enos: 44<br />Jarom: 11<br />Omni: 29<br />Words of Mormon: 11<br />Mosiah: 24.79<br />Alma: 17.52<br />Helaman: 22<br />3rd Nephi: 40.13<br />4th Nephi: 40<br />Mormon: 21.67<br />Ether: 30.53<br />Moroni: 17.6<br /><br />Total: 27.7Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804477322148541010noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-321249268190692325.post-62987875247467600112009-10-12T20:38:00.000-07:002009-10-12T20:57:08.546-07:00IncognitoTonight I went to FHE in my new ward. I've only been to their sacrament meeting once, but I went anyway. They were having a harry potter themed activity, and they said that costumes were encouraged. So I gave Tom a call, and he let me borrow his Dumbledore costume from several years ago. It was great, I went to FHE all decked out as Dumbledore, and because I had only been there once, no one knew who I was! It was driving the Bishop nuts. The only downside is when no one know who you are, no one is willing to socialize with you :( .<br /> Anyway, after FHE, I thought it might be fun to go get a Jamba Juice. I walked in the store, and the only people who were there were the workers and two girls sitting at a table. About 15 seconds after I came in, the girls got a weird look on their face and left. Their loss. The workers also had a priceless look on their face. "So whats this all about? Costume party?"<br /> "Oh no, I just heard that muggle jamba juices were absolutely bewitching, so I had to come and try one myself."<br /> One of the workers, wearing thick bottle glasses, said "You know, this is a great idea. I should go dressed up to a store like that. Of course, I would probably go as my D&D character."<br /> The rest of the evening I couldn't stop thinking "Good gravy, I hope I don't come across as being that nerdy."Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804477322148541010noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-321249268190692325.post-64940256028746178502009-10-04T18:50:00.000-07:002009-10-04T19:17:00.240-07:00Steel Toe Sunday ShoesSo I've had some requests to post this story on my blog. It happened to me about a year ago. I was still working graveyards at home depot at the time, and just getting ready to start school again. I went to Walmart one day with 2 goals in mind... Get steel toe shoes for work (too many incidents with pallets falling on my feet) and get new dress shoes for church. After looking around for a while, I spotted something that filled me with hope and joy! STEEL TOE DRESS SHOES!!!!!!!! For a guy who is trying to save money, I thought this was a dream come true. "Two birds with one stone." I thought. So I bought them.<br /><br /> I drove home feeling pretty good about my purchase. I managed to only spend half of what I had origionally intended. When I got home, I had a very blunt and harsh revelation: "Who in the sam hill wears dress shoes to their graveyard job?" I sat there staring at my shoes, realizing that I had just scammed myself (it was an excellent scam, though). But then I foolishly thought "Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to try them for one night."..... I won't go into too much detial of that night at Home Depot. It was full of friendly ridicule from co-workers, including, but not limited to, Rex. (He probably deserves an entire blog post of his own.) In the end, I decided that they were too bulky and showy to be practical for work, but because my old mission shoes are so worn out, I use them for church. They're kind of heavy, but hey, if anything falls on my feet in the middle of sacrament meeting, I'll be ready.Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804477322148541010noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-321249268190692325.post-49023743321511691342009-09-25T09:18:00.000-07:002009-09-25T09:26:43.648-07:00I don't want to toot my own horn... no really, I don't!So last Saturday morning, I spent a good amount of time with Dad trying to fix the horn on my car. I wanted to take it in to get it registered, and I knew the horn didn't work. After about 2 hours and taking apart the car's electrical system, Dad got it to work. I know, I saw him do it.<br /> So then I am off on my merry little way to get my car registered. As I am pulling my car into the inspection bay, the horn decides that it has a few things to say, and is very angry about it. And it wouldn't stop. I eventually had to pop the hood, jump out of the car, and unplug the horn. I took about 2 minutes to adjust some things, to the point where it was working again. But man, I sure got some great looks. <br /> Anyway, I failed the inspection, but not because of the horn, though I'm sure that didn't exactly make a good first impression with the inspection staff. In any case, it's working now, and it doesn't stick anymore.Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804477322148541010noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-321249268190692325.post-15837203250296428932009-07-12T19:15:00.000-07:002009-07-12T19:18:59.790-07:00Before and After PicturesHere are some Before and after pictures of my mission.<br /><br />Before the mission....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtFXZVByoVF0CrFIcgt-PbamyQU-IkJ2HlsdQyYR-tmS93YqozwmuAr_1cHCsubZ-iAJbrm3uObh9B4jdFA_uWFxtHI2jZvoe1v-QRUgoGSrqaMTmqmCFyA2HA9RkU20dzRjyNWBSR6Lc/s1600-h/before.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtFXZVByoVF0CrFIcgt-PbamyQU-IkJ2HlsdQyYR-tmS93YqozwmuAr_1cHCsubZ-iAJbrm3uObh9B4jdFA_uWFxtHI2jZvoe1v-QRUgoGSrqaMTmqmCFyA2HA9RkU20dzRjyNWBSR6Lc/s320/before.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357763177792344914" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />... After the Mission:<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-kuDJskV_5I52HC5PisUxUT4bWxQjlQlFT23jKuToo7iTp9l6Av2tM54fVYA1ikWvyKOHW1h_XA6ei2M5cdnajT04Z0-hM7NKIlWaFBk29ufj72RZrWDFESI0cGW5P_Fk2N3DF_E_9C4/s1600-h/after.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-kuDJskV_5I52HC5PisUxUT4bWxQjlQlFT23jKuToo7iTp9l6Av2tM54fVYA1ikWvyKOHW1h_XA6ei2M5cdnajT04Z0-hM7NKIlWaFBk29ufj72RZrWDFESI0cGW5P_Fk2N3DF_E_9C4/s320/after.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357763350391572834" border="0" /></a>Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804477322148541010noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-321249268190692325.post-85888473692378002172009-07-07T17:11:00.001-07:002009-07-07T17:15:06.738-07:00Note to Jim:So this morning I went to a breakfast at my work for all of the interns in our Salt Lake office. There were 6 of us there, and it was nice to meet people and such, but quite frankly, it seemed a little dull. The lady running the breakfast asked us all to go around and explain how and why we decided to pursue an internship at my work. They started with me.<br /><br /> "Well, I guess it all started when I was a little boy. I just loved putting sharp metallic objects into electrical outlets, and over the years it began to have an affect on me to the point where it just seemed natural to go into the power industry."<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">blank stares. </span><br /><br />Note to Jim... that one didn't work.Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804477322148541010noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-321249268190692325.post-20765312523986829382009-07-05T16:18:00.000-07:002009-07-05T16:27:27.740-07:00I'm doing a good job :DSo my boss at Rocky Mountain Power called me in the other day to give me another project to work on. He then asked "You're planning on sticking around for the fall too, right?"<br /><br />"Yeah, that's what I was planning on. That's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ok</span>, right?"<br /><br />"Oh yes. You've proven yourself to be a valuable asset to our department. And I think that everyone here would agree, from the other engineers, to the dispatchers, and even my boss."<br /><br />"Stop it, you're going to make me cry."<br /><br />"Get out of my office, you HAM!"<br /><br />It's nice to know that you're doing a good job. I could have this turn into a career if I want to. Question is, do I want to be doing this for the rest of my life?Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804477322148541010noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-321249268190692325.post-88228987448900841322009-07-05T15:29:00.000-07:002009-07-05T15:44:45.582-07:00"Just Do It!"So as many people may know, I am in a play this summer. I will be playing Frederick in "The Pirates of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Penzance</span>." I will be performing on the night of the 14<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span>, and again earlier in the day on the 15<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">th</span> of August. Come and see it!!!!<br /><br />Anyway, A something happened the other day at rehearsal that was somewhat noteworthy. I get to kiss a girl. It actually isn't in the script, but some directors put it in and some don't. I got to do this last time I played Frederick too. Anyway, last <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Friday</span> we were working on blocking. We are suppose to finish our duet, she spins into my arms, I dip her, kiss her, drop her, and run off stage. So we rehearsed. We got to the drop part and I hesitated a bit. She said "Look, just do it. just do it." So I did it.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">THWUMP</span>!</span></span><br /><br />Next thing I knew <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Maybel</span> was on the floor, and she had one of those looks on her face that makes anyone who sees it hurt too. "I'm so so sorry!"<br /><br />"I told you to do it." Said <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Maybel</span> with her wind <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">knocked</span> out voice. It didn't take much persuasion from Maybel to get the directors to change that part.<br /><br />So there is something very valuable that I've learned from this whole experience. When I eventually get to that point in real life, I now know not to drop the girl. It doesn't turn out well.Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804477322148541010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-321249268190692325.post-30271857247282112482009-06-13T19:50:00.000-07:002009-06-13T20:20:37.093-07:00I am taking over your computerI'm not a big fan of calling tech support. To call tech support, you usually need to get through the army of automatic answering machines, press a sequence of buttons, and if the planets are aligned just right, you get to talk to a normal human being.<br /> Anyway, last night I noticed that my anti-virus program was flipping out. The error it gave me told me that I needed to call tech support. So I decided I had nothing better to do with my evening (Sleep... BAH!), and I called tech support. After much preparation, and due to a little Astrological help, I actually got in to a living, breathing human being. This fine gentleman had a heavy Indian accent. Surprise Surprise :)<br /> After being able to confirm who I was and that I truly did purchase their software, he asked me to start explaining the problem in as much detail as I possibly could. So I did. I read exactly what the error said to me. After hemming and hawwing for about 5 seconds, he starting giving me instructions. This is somewhat what our conversation sounded like:<br /> "<span style="font-style: italic;">Sir, I am going to need your permission to take over your computer.</span>"<br /> "...... ha ha... I'm sorry, I don't think I heard you right. It sounded like you wanted to take over my computer."<br /> "<span style="font-style: italic;">That is right sir, I need to take over your computer.</span>"<br /> ".... whoa whoa whoa... hold on.... that sounds really creepy."<br /> "<span style="font-style: italic;">I do not understand what you mean.</span>"<br /> "Doesn't that mean that you will have access to all of my information and files and stuff?"<br /> "<span style="font-style: italic;">I promise you sir, I will only be looking at the files that have to do with our software. I will not be taking your credit card number.</span>"<br /> Anyway, after a little more coaxing and convincing that it was perfectly alright, I gave in. I had to download a small program, and enter in some kind of password. Then it started.<br /> "<span style="font-style: italic;">Ok sir. I am taking over your computer.</span>"<br /> I don't think I was really ready for what was about to happen. My mouse started moving all on it's own, and launching and downloading programs. I felt like the victim of technological Voodoo. The entire process of uninstalling the last version of the software and installing the latest version took about a half an hour, during which the kindly man from India was explaining his every move to me. I got kinda bored, and soon realized that I also had control of my mouse. This became somewhat entertaining, as I would every now and again wiggle my mouse and challenge his authority. This brought the reply:<br /> "<span style="font-style: italic;">I am sorry sir, but I am not finished yet.</span>"<br /> I decided it wasn't nice to interfere with the barbaric technological ritual, so I just sat quietly and watched. We eventually started talking, and I found out we were both Electrical Engineering students (which made this guy instantly cooler then his accent had already made him.) <br /> "<span style="font-style: italic;">Well sir, we are about 99 percent done with the process.</span>" I couldn't see any progress bar, so I remarked:<br /> "I don't see those numbers anywhere. Do you have something else that I don't that you're looking at?"<br /> "<span style="font-style: italic;">I've been working here for about six months.</span>"<br /> "No no, <span style="font-weight: bold;">looking</span> at, not working at."<br /> "<span style="font-style: italic;">Oh, I am sorry. The number was just my estimation.</span>"<br /> Once the process was complete, he showed me how the problem was fixed, and asked me if everything was satisfactory. I said it was, and we exchanged pleasantries, and I regained control of my computer. It felt good to be back :D. So what did I learn from this experience, you ask? I learned that Indian people are really nice. You see, when it was all finished, he showed me how to call back should I ever have a problem again. And the number he gave me would <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">skip</span></span> all of the automatic machines, and the planets didn't matter at all! I'm still not a fan of tech support, but I am a fan of Indians.Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804477322148541010noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-321249268190692325.post-34882222096293168212009-06-12T15:36:00.000-07:002009-06-12T15:43:34.825-07:00My BlogWell, I am now starting a blog. I decided to jump on the band wagon because I have more time on my hands, and I really enjoy viewing my friends and siblings blogs. I don't think I can write anything near to the caliber of what they put out, but I thought I would take a swing at it.<br /> So, about the name of the blog. There have been many times coming home from work/school/etc. where I would walk in the door, and my mom would ask from another room in the house "Who's that?" I would then muster all of the mellow drama I could and reply:<br /> "It is.... <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I</span></span>"<br /> "Well, if it isn't Kitch Cadet and his band of Merry Men."<br /> It was the most original thing I could come up with. I might change the name later or start a new blog if I come up with something better, but I think it will probably stay this way.<br /> Anyway, I'll be posting about my adventures with my Merry Men, so please feel free to comment and check my blog often.Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804477322148541010noreply@blogger.com4