This is really bad, but worth checking out especially if you’re a Jack Black fan:

Heat Vision and Jack was created as a 1999 pilot for Fox. Written by Dan Harmon and Rob Schrab, directed by Ben Stiller, this series was passed over by Fox despite critical acclaim from those who’ve been lucky enough to see it.

The 30 minute pilot is about an astronaut (played by Jack Black) with a medical secret who is on the run from the evil Ron Silver and the rest of NASA, with the help of a talking motorcycle called Heat Vision (voiced by Owen Wilson).

Click here to check it.

I’ve been thinking about people that aren’t happy lately.

I know, I know, there are a lot of them. I mean shoot there are times when I’m not necessarily leaping for joy myself. I’m not talking about people that simply have moments of unhappiness but people that truly don’t experience joy on any regular basis. If I go through my day without experiencing some period of joy, happiness, satisfaction, elation, or other splendiferous emotion then I would say it was a crappy day.

So yeah, people that are unhappy.

I would have to say one of the major reasons (and this writing is not by any means trying define all of them) would have to be a sense of not doing what you know you should be doing.

There are two examples that come to mind:
I think we all know people who have passions, gifts, talents or whatever that are going completely unused or pursued. Deep within these people is this ember that’s burning and for whatever reason it’s being doused and not stoked. Maybe the passion doesn’t line up with societal norms. I mean who goes against what society says you should do? Visionaries? Please. All those people ever do is change the world.
Maybe the gifting or talent doesn’t make economical sense. I mean why do what you love when you can tolerate what you hate and make more money? Often times these are the 40 year old women staring blankly from behind the customer service desk or the engineer (true story) who makes a ton of money but wishes desperately he could lead backwoods hikes.

The other example. People who have tasted more but rationalized, doubted, and ignored their way back down. To steal an overused example from the Matrix - they took the red pill. They got a glimpse of really living life but decided it was easier living in apathetic, ignorant bliss. The best real world example I can come up with at 12:03am is people who have experienced the real truth of a relationship with God…and turned away. Some (not all) of the most unhappy people I’ve ever met are what Christians call backslidden. It’s a stupid phrase but then again the term Christian isn’t so great either. Another topic for another umm morning. I’ve often thought, (yes often) “What if I walked away? What if I took this Faith thing that I’m living out and said it was crap?” I would simply be the unhappiest person you know. It’s to late for me to turn back, I know too much to pretend it’s not real.

The real key with both of these things is this: Take what you love to do, couple it with someone who will always love you no matter what (mmm like God) and you will be happy.

The end and goodnight.

Finally a petition I can sign!

If you think Pat Robertson need to shut his pie hole click here.

I will be seeing this!

Isolated Testing Done on Fouché Household

The following is a true story:

3/27/06
Eureka, CA

It was a Friday night and Andrew and Jessica Fouché had just nestled into their couch for the night to enjoy a movie. Finding the volume too low Andrew grabbed the DVD remote and attempted to turn it up. After pushing the volume button several times and getting the volume to only notch up once he figured the batteries must be dying. After switching the batteries out, he found that fresh batteries didn’t make a difference. Even with brand new batteries he had to push a button rapidly to get any kind of response, and a limited one at that. Grabbing the TV remote he found the same problem - rapid pushing of the buttons only garnered a limited response. Starting to get slightly panicked Mr. Fouché then swapped the batteries in the TV remote. No Change.

It would have been an odd coincedence if both remotes had lost battery power at the same time but now he knew something else was going on, as fresh batteries had made no change. Could it be that both remotes we’re just broken? Or could there be some mysterious force interfering? Not wanting to panick his wife Andrew said little.

Saturday while watching the NCAA Tournament the mysterious problem was sill evident. Thoughts of actually having to get up to change the channel were to much to bare. What could be causing this problem? Was the government involved?

Sunday night Andrew again grabbed the remote wondering if someone may be watching, observing? Who were these sick people? As he pushed the channel button the channel changed. Then he pushed it again, and again it changed. Nearly rejoicing at his renewed power over the TV Andrew nearly forgot the previous two nights. Then, it hit him. Everything was back to normal…or was it?

(The subject line is said with Hip-Hop flair…in case you we’re wondering)

The week has cruised by yet again. I’ve been home sick for most of it. Yesterday I layed on the couch all day reading, watching it rain and wondering when this dad-blasted winter is going to end. In other news the VW has been fun cruising the last couple of weeks and I feel very “Humboldt” if you know what I mean.

I’ve been pondering fatherhood more and more as the reality sets in that this Fall I will have a swaddling babe lying in a umm VW Bus…hopefully not.
Speaking of the VW Jess and I are in the hunt for a new residence.

A few years ago when we moved into the luxiourious Fountain Blue Apartments, the Manager (we’ll call him Nosy Doug) told us that no kids we’re allowed to live there. He also said no pets but that’s another story. Anyways, people have told us that it’s illegal to say no kids allowed but Jess and I are looking for a better place to live anyhow. We’ve got a couple of leads but if you happen to know of a sweet house for rent give me a holla.

On tap for this weekend:
Moving Day: Tomorrow my Madre moves to a new residence and me and the VW shall assist.
W to the Orship: Tomorrow afternoon we have worship practice for Church. Hmm, worship practice? I’ve never thought about how that sounds. Yeah umm, God. We’re not really going to worship you until Sunday. Tonight we’re just practicing, so sorry if we sound bad or stop in the middle of a song. Should it be called music practice? I’ll have to think on that one.
Tomorrow Night: Chill with some friends.
Sunday: Church of course and Worship - not the practice kind.

Peace out suckas…

This November will be a momentus one…a little Fouche child shall be born!
Jessica and I found out recently that she is pregnant and we are stoked beyond belief. Jess is doing well with occasional morning/afternoon/evening sickness and I’ve been having wierd food cravings and some bloating. I will of course be updating this blog with the current pregnancy status, so check back.

Aye, I can’t believe it’s Tuesday already…
This last weekend was a sad one in the happiest of ways. Jessica’s car (seen a couple of posts down) which was affectionately named the Tomato went to a better home. We’re hoping to upgrade to something better with the millions of dollars we received from her purchase. Until that happens I’m borrowing my Dad’s 1979 VW Bus with customized license plates that read 24ASONG (that would be two for a song). So if you see me cruizing the hippie-mobile make sure and give a holla.

In other news: Last year I started a network of college/career ministries in the area. It’s taken a while to get people on board but we have close to a dozen churches that are starting to work together and strategize how to reach the 18-28 age group in Humboldt. Exciting stuff is happening and we’re looking at doing a big college retreat this fall. I just set up yet another blog that we’ll be using as a message board for what the different groups are doing. Check it.

OSLO, Norway - It almost seemed like a miracle to Haldis Gundersen when she turned on her kitchen faucet this weekend and found the water had turned into beer.

Two flights down, employees and customers at the Big Tower Bar were horrified when water poured out of the beer taps.

By an improbable feat of clumsy plumbing, someone at the bar in Kristiandsund, western Norway, had accidentally hooked the beer hoses to the water pipes for Gundersen’s apartment.

“We had settled down for a cozy Saturday evening, had a nice dinner, and I was just going to clean up a little,” Gundersen, 50, told The Associated Press by telephone Monday. “I turned on the kitchen faucet and beer came out.”

However, Gundersen said the beer was flat and not tempting, even in a country where a half-liter (pint) can cost about 25 kroner ($3.75) in grocery stores.

Per Egil Myrvang, of the local beer distributor, said he helped bartenders reconnect the pipes by telephone.

“The water and beer pipes do touch each other, but you have to be really creative to connect them together,” he told local newspapers.

Gundersen joked about having the pub send up free beer for her next party.

“But maybe it would be easier if they just invited me down for a beer,” she said

Jess was inspired to make dinner tonight and one of the, umm…side dishes, didn’t quite turn out. I’d be interested to see what people think the tasty little dish below is. Throw down your guess in the comments and the winner will be invited over for dinner! (hey that rhymes)