if you can read this, you're literate

don't cut out early...

you might miss out on the surprise ending!

Posted by erichapman at 6:09 PM | Permalink | Comments

i have to give it to granger's executive pastor, tim stevens.

here is a perfectly good example of someone recreating a popular sermon (almost down to the same imagery), yet mr. stevens gives them credit!

now, the creative team might feel differently. think if you created an awesome advertising campaign on a taboo topic (the shock value is already there, and advertisers are already programmed to look for the 'different' and 'illicit'), and then someone a few hundred miles away does almost the exact same thing about a year later.

i imagine that i wouldn't take that news too well.

...unless i had a leader like this that reminds me that we're all on the same team. they say that imitation is the highest form of flattery.

whatever.

i don't like having my ideas ripped off.

think about this... if you invented roller blades, and then a month later you see kids riding around on roller blades of someone else's design.

that's disappointing.

but tim stevens didn't use that old cliche' yet he was still very nurturing.

his attitude wasn't one of selfish jealousy to be the first kid on the block with a sex billboard. and i think i could follow suit with that.

the way he approaches this brings up something in my mind that i know, but i easily forget.

we are on the same team. so why waste time bickering when there are lost to be found?

Posted by erichapman at 8:29 AM | Permalink | Comments

i think i found those kids from the last post.

...all grown up.

Posted by erichapman at 9:36 AM | Permalink | Comments

i used to be the kid in the red.



now i'm taller.

they do have their timing down, though. i probably couldn't make this video any better, actually.

enjoy!

Posted by erichapman at 12:14 PM | Permalink | Comments

tonight, my neighbor came home and we were talking about a friend of ours from high school. the two were supposed to meet for dinner when the mutual friend called my neighbor and said she was going to be about 10 minutes late b/c she hit a deer. apparently it wasn't that bad. just a cracked windshield and some fur stuck under the wipers.

but this sparked a conversation about hitting stuff with cars as sarah and i drove the new jeep to menards.

i even specifically remember saying, "i wanna get one of those big bumpers that cover the whole front of the jeep so if you hit a deer it doesn't damage any of the body."

and up until tonight, neither one of us had hit anything more than the occasional squirrel or possum. (and i was in a full-size truck when i hit that, so proportionally speaking, a squirrel is to a toyota camry as a possum is to a chevy work truck).

we were one block from my apartment when a rottweiler decided it would be a good idea to run as fast as he could from his porch to the house directly across from his.

he made it about half way.

i saw it out of the corner of my eye and slammed on my brakes. i locked up all 4 oversize tires but still felt that familiar bum-bump before i came to a complete rest.

for a second, i thought i had killed someone's pet. man just had one less best friend and it was all my fault.

but then i noticed the black and brown heap scamper off from under the jeep back into its own yard.

i pulled forward to turn around and was still flustered that i killed the jeep and it took a couple attempts to start it up again.

by this time, the owners were on the porch. i parked in front of their house and walked up to the front door not knowing what to say and i can't remember if i said, "DID YOU SEE THAT?!?" or maybe it was, "IS THAT YOUR DOG?" or possibly, "DID I JUST KILL YOUR DOG, MISTER?!?"

at any rate, it was his dog, he did not see it happen, but his wife must have heard the screeching tires and that familiar bum-bump. i asked if the dog was alright and he told me he was ok and just had a bloody nose. i tried to look around him to see the dog for myself, but all i saw was some little lap dog jumping around.

the guy then informed me that his dog needed to learn him a lesson and muttered, "dumb ass" as he went back inside.

i'm hoping he meant the dog...

and i'm really hoping that dog only had a bloody nose. i just don't know how something could get literally ran over and then literally run back home!

Posted by erichapman at 9:16 PM | Permalink | Comments

what you're looking at is pekin's first child of 2007, born at 12:01 AM at pekin's very own pekin hospital.

i just have to wonder, though...
why is it always those shirts???





...have i mentioned we're looking at homes in peoria???

Posted by erichapman at 4:59 PM | Permalink | Comments