No Children Allowed.

We all have epiphanies every once in a while. A time when all the answers suddenly seem to fall into place, when the dove of wisdom decides to alight on your shoulder and next thing you know, you KNOW. You finally UNDERSTAND. That elusive mystery? That pestering problem that you had been scrutinizing for the past few weeks / months / years? Solved. Just. Like. That.I’ve had an epiphany this week. It’s not profound, but at the same time it’s something we don’t really take into account, consciously. We take it for granted, and because of that we miss its significance, how it affects everyone and every single relationship we’ve had or will ever have.

The revelation? We’re all children.

That’s it. We are ALL children. Every single one of us. We might CALL ourselves adults, but we’re not. At least, not without a considerable amount of effort.

Look at a child. They’re selfish by nature. They know what THEY want – to do, to eat, to own, to play with. Their world revolves around them, and we as parents don’t always make it easy. We either cater to their every whim, reinforcing their narcissism, or we swing the pendulum the other way and neglect their needs, not recognizing how truly dependent they are on us.

Now, look at your typical adult. Unless he’s specifically been taught otherwise or taken it upon himself to redefine Who He Is, he’s a selfish dolt. In everything he does.

Hey, he’s got a better car than I do! I want that!

I need more money. More more more!

I don’t like you anymore. You make me feel bad. I hate you.

I want someone who makes me feel good. Me! Me! Me!

That was MY parking space, dammit! I’ll kill you! I WILL KILL YOU!

See my point?

We’re all inherently selfish and, as a result, we are all just like children. Only we’re trapped in these bizarre, hairy bodies. And unless we embark on the hidden path of Consideration and Respect for Others, we’re following the other lemmings off the cliff. Jumping with mindless glee, because it’s all we know, all we’ve been taught.

I’m here to encourage you to stop the spin cycle. Stop the madness. Today don’t just think about what YOU need to do and accomplish. Think about how you can help someone else, ANYONE else. Break free of your childish chains and genuinely LOVE someone else. Completely. Sacrificially.

It’s not easy, but considering the alternative, I think it’s well worth the effort.

We’re not alone out there. We have to live with other people every day. Every single day we will either choose to get along with those around us, or to think only about ourselves and what WE need to be happy. To compromise our goals and needs with those around us, or to stick our piggish heads in the sand and throw a tantrum until whatever offends us goes away. (You laugh, but you KNOW people like this. Heck, you’ve probably worked for them. Or are still working for ‘em…)

So I leave you with this one directive. It’s simple, it’s to-the-point and it’s something we all need to hear in this Me-Centric Society we’re a part of.

Grow Up.

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1 Corinthians 13:11

“When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child,

I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me.”

Ready, Set… Bring It On, 2009!!!

Yeah, you read that right. I said 2009. I KNOW it’s 2008, but I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about 2009. February, to be exact.

And what, you ask, is so special about February 2009? Well, friend, that’s when all the channels will be forced to broadcast their schtuff in a digital format, as opposed to analog. It also means people without HD TV & their tuners will have to get a converter box thingy to tune in those over-the-air signals. (Click here for more details.)

The reason this is blog-worthy is because of a small surprise I had this week.

Kim and I have been without a dedicated DVD player for about a year and a half now. We had a fantasmic Panasonic DVD recorder, but I mistakenly placed it on TOP of the VHS player we had. And that sucker was old, and cranked out a TON of heat. Or so I found out.

Yes. I fried our DVD recorder. Toasted it something fierce. It wouldn’t have been so painful if I hadn’t toasted the OTHER one I had, a year prior to that. :\ After a few heated conversations with the Panasonic support people (who, I should note, were calm and professional) I finally read that page one section in the manual. About not putting their delicate equipment over other hot stuff. Again, a painful lesson to learn… So consider yourself warned.

Anyhow, we’ve been using our portable Phillips DVD player for the past year, hooking it up to the TV through the various video cables. It wasn’t an ideal situation. So this year we decided to use some of the Christmas money we were given and buy a proper DVD / VHS player combo, to simplify our entertainment lives.

On Saturday Kim and I went on a date, and happened to drop into Circuit City to browse their players. The one we wanted, a Sony, was out of stock. BUT, the salesman said, there WAS an open box item in the front of the store. So we wander up and take a gander. Sure enough, it’s an identical item, but marked down considerably.

And beside it? A Panasonic VHS / DVD Recorder combo. The Panasonic DMR-EZ47VK, to be precise. It was marked down from $289 to $189, which was substantial. Especially for a combo player that records to DVD.

So we snatched it up. True, it was $90 more than I expected to spend, but considering the cost and the benefits (and the 1 year warranty), I couldn’t resist.

So we get it home, hook it up, and all is well. Then I read the manual, slowly, and my eyes light up. This thing didn’t just have a tuner in it’s gut, it had a digital tuner inside! Curious, I have it automatically load all the channels it can pick up, and then I changed the channel… Only to realize I’m watching a football game in crystal-clear, pristine high definition.

I was shocked. Delighted. Astounded. We have a Samsung box, 4:3 29″ screen, but apparently it’s HD-ready because there the signal was in all its widescreen glory.

So that was my thrill of Sunday. Watching TV in HD for the first time in my very own home. Almost makes me want to get a bigger TV… Someday….

Kevin

So I Married A Floating Head.

This came in the mail the other day. It’s a photo of my in-laws, Dave and Sue Linton. What struck me as odd about this photo is the fact that Dave’s head is literally hovering over Sue’s shoulder. It’s almost like a magic trick, really. And to think all these years I thought it was just my imagination when I’d see him without his body! Now, NOW I have the photographic proof to show the world I’m NOT crazy!

Well, at least I have photographic proof of Dave’s Floating Head.

Ipod Thoughts.

Last week I went to the local Apple Store and played with an iPod Touch. I’ve been wanting to get an iPod for a few years now, mainly because I’m all about rating my songs from 1 to 5 stars. Currently I can only do that via iTunes, which means I have to be shackled to my Mac to punch ‘em in. But if I had an iPod… Well… Then I’d have the freedom to rate my songs whereever I want.

I know. Some of you are reading this going “This is what’s important to you? Rating songs?” And the answer is: yes. Some people like to go boating. Some people play video games. Some people knit or do crosswords or collect bugs. We all have different passions that we pursue with what little free time we have. Mine is music, and what I love to rate songs. :) (More to the point, I don’t want to waste my time listening to songs that “didn’t” make the cut. If they have 1 star? I’ll never listen to it again. Two: it’s okay, but there’s something “wrong” with it that I didn’t care for. Three: it’s good enough, enjoyable and catchy. Four: Now THIS is a good song. Worthy of recommending to others. And Five? Well, if a song rates 5 stars, my friend, I could listen to it for the rest of my life on a deserted island. (With a solar-powered USB power supply, of course…)

Wow. What a ramble.

So, anyhow, I played with the Touch and it blew me away. Originally I laughed at the idea of spending so much money for an 8 gb player, when you could get the 80 gb iPod Classic for $50 LESS. Then I picked it up, and away we went, down the rabbit hole.

So it’s important to note how much more you can do with the Touch. Wifi. Larger screen for movies. Virtual Keyboard. Plus, if you hack it you can install nifty “iPhone exclusive” programs that allow you to check mail, browse Google Maps, enter notes, etc. My hope is that after February when Apple releases the SDK for the iPhone/Touch that we don’t HAVE to hack it to install these things.

And that’s why I’m waiting until the Spring to get one. Not only will there be more applications, but it gives them the chance of updating things at the MacWorld conference thingy in January. (Rumor has it they’ll be announcing the much-hyped tablet subnotebook.)

Huh. I guess that’s all I’m writing about today. The iPod Touch. One thing to note: it still lacks an external keyboard as an input device, which means it’s just shy of replacing my beloved Sony Clie TJ-37. Without that, I’d still have to rely on this puppy to hack out blog entries on the fly at the gym.

Which makes me think: maybe my money would be better spent on an older Treo that would combine my phone & PDA capabilities. If only Palm hadn’t dropped the ball down the abyss of darkness with the Treo. How hard it is to implement WiFi in the thing? It’s what all Treo owners want, so there’s little excuse to hold back for the sake of the cellular industry. It’s sad. (And don’t even get me started on the Foleo disaster… Oy….)

So, yeah. As much as I’d love an iPod Touch, I’d much rather have a 2nd Gen 2gb iPod Nano and a Treo with WiFi.

THEN my life would be complete. Ha ha. (Nah, but my pants WOULD be 5 lbs lighter, with all my “schtuff” in the pockets.)

Kevin

Ice Storm 2007, Day One

10:47am
We’ve been without power now for a whopping hour and a half. We’d always heard of the power going out during an ice storm, due to the trees falling on power lines, transformers exploding, etc. But this is the first time our power’s been out for more than an hour. Ever.

So far the clock/temperature gauge on the wall has dropped from 65 degrees to 63. I can only surmise it’s gonna keep dropping.

Kyler and I went outside for a bit in the backyard. There’s a good half inch of ice over everything. He fell on his butt, but he’s a kid, so it didn’t hurt. (If I fell on MY butt, you’d hear about it for a week.)

Across the street a neighbor’s tree split down the middle. It looks like his other one will be going soon, too. This gave me the idea to look at a few of our own trees in the front yard. Sure enough, we have a massive tree with a massive amount of ice on it. And it’s leaning… Slowly… Getting lower with every passing minute.

I have an APC power supply that’s fully charged, so in theory I can use my MacBook for another hour or so, if necessary. But currently I’m typing this on my Clie, which once more makes me thrilled to have this thing. I need to replace the internal battery sometime soon, though. It won’t hold a charge much longer than 5-10 minutes of heavy use. I have an external power supply that I can plug into which runs on 4 AA batteries, but it’s kind cumbersome. (That, and I can’t very well charge it while I’m typing at the same time… Not that it would matter… Because… You know… It’d only last another 10 minutes after that…)

Thankful. What am I thankful for? Thankful for the Clie. Thankful for the keyboard. Thankful that Kaleb’s sleeping (for now). Thankful that I just loaded my MP3 player with the new music I downloaded from eMusic.com. Thankful that Kaleb slept through the night. Thankful that Kim didn’t have to go into work, so she’s able to stay home and help me wrangle the kids. Thankful that we have a 4Runner with 4-wheel drive, so if we HAVE to go out, we can. (If we can get the garage door to open…)

And now Kaleb’s crying… Gotta go…

Kevin

8:55pm.

Well, after experiencing almost a full day without power, it JUST NOW came back on! Just as we were putting Kyler to bed (in our bed, no less, so we could siphon off his body heat to stay alive) – DING! – up come the lights (and the heat, and the refrigerator, etc.).

In retrospect, I think I wanna get another small, handheld TV someday. The one I have it Black and White and from the late 80′s, and it takes a whopping 4 AAs to run. If there’s an current, color model that runs on only 2 AAs, I’m there. (Last I checked, they were only $50-75 a few years ago. Cheaper on eBay.)

So now we’re back in business. The status quo has been restored, and we’ll be feeling our toes soon enough.

That tree I mentioned? Sure enough, the weight and the pressure were too much, and one of the major limbs went down. It was a bradford pear, and apparently those suckers just can’t handle ice storms very well, because there were trees split everywhere around town. Purty things, but oh-so-fragile…

And now I think I’ll get ready for bed. Now that Kyler’s warmed it up for me sufficiently. Maybe I’ll even let him stay in it tonight… unless he kicks me… then he’s outta there! (Still loved, but outta my bed.)

Some Photos for You:

(Whoops… someone forgot to cover the grill…)

Neighbor’s tree, not mine… (Not that there’s much difference….)

And The Winner Is…

Lubbock, TX.

That’s right, ladies and gentlemen. Kim heard from the placement office last week, and was told that, come March 4th, she’ll be reporting to work in Lubbock, Texas.

Now, I know some of you are scratching your heads over this. “Lubbock? I thought she had to move to one of the 17 BIG cities?!?” This is true. And technically, she’s working out of the Dallas office. But Lubbock is considered an R.A. (Resident Agency), and they had an immediate need for someone with Kim’s skill set. Sooo… Lubbock it is. :)

So Kim and I have been researching everything we can on Lubbock, and I gotta say, the reports are widely varied. Some people call Lubbock a “hidden oasis” in West Texas. Others call it an atrocious dust bowl. This article on Men’s Health from December 4th labels it one of the “drunkest cities in the nation.” Seriously.

Read on…

“Men’s Health ranks Lubbock 92 on the list and unfortunately, in this case, the higher number, the worse it looks. Denver, Colorado is listed as the most dangerously drunk in the country at 100. That’s followed by Anchorage, Alaska; Colorado Springs, Colorado; Omaha, Nebraska; Fargo, North Dakota; San Antonio; Austin; Fresno, California; and then Lubbock at number 92. They say that translates to a grade of “F”.

This isn’t Lubbock’s first time to make Men’s Health magazine. Ironically, back in April, the magazine called Lubbock one of the safest cities for drivers. Then in September, it ranked Lubbock one of the fattest cities for kids.”

So. It looks like Kyler and Kaleb will be hanging out with a bunch of obese drunk kids as they grow up. Who are nonetheless safe when they drive. :) Fancy that. (Perhaps “hanging out” isn’t the right word… “ministering to” might be more applicable. We pray…)

Anyhow, we’re pretty pumped. Lubbock is a decent enough place to spend the next few years and raise our kids, and it sure beats the pants off of moving to New York or Miami or Detroit. It’s true. Check the news. Those cities are now, officially, pantless. It’s not a pretty site.

Kevin

(I think we wanna live in the lower lefthand quadrant, around all the markers…)

Other Lubbock Links:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lubbock,_Texas

http://www.texasescapes.com

http://www.ci.lubbock.tx.us/

http://www.visitlubbock.org/

Kyler’s Brainiac Moment.

Earlier last week I was on the phone with Kim discussing what we should do for dinner. She wanted to cook, but I was in the mood for some chicken fried rice at the local Thai restaurant, Lemongrass. I’m not necessarily a fan of Thai food, what with the curry and the spices and the runny noses, but they DO make an excellent fried rice. And their peanut sauce? The closest thing I can get to what I had in Indonesia. (Ahhh… Mickey’s Restaurant… You will forever be in my heart and on the tip of my tongue…)

So Kim and I are debating what to get at the Thai restaurant, when Kyler walks up to me. He hands me his mini Etch-A-Sketch and says “I wrote a word, Daddy. What is it?”

I glance down, and this is what I saw:

That’s right. Kyler, Who’s barely 5 years old and scrawls his name in spasmatic chicken scratch (just like his Daddy…) wrote the word “TIE.” On an Etch-A-Sketch!!!

“That’s… the word ‘tie,’” I said in astonishment.

“Like the Thai restaurant!” he exclaims.

“Yes… Like the Thai restaurant…” I repeated, staring at him in amazement.

And I remain amazed to this day. How he did this I have no idea. What his brain is capable of is… Shocking. But before my heart gets too swollen over this Brainiac moment, I should also point out that just last night Kyler was discussing math problems with his friend, Wil.

“Two plus two is two!” he exclaims excitedly.

Uh-huh. Yeah. You just keep thinkin’ that, buddy boy. An’ you’ll be an English major yet…

Just like your Daddy. :)

Kevin

Movin’ & Groovin’.

In about 3 weeks the government is going to tell Kim and I where to go.

That’s right. Our time here in Oklahoma is quickly drawing to a close. We’ve ranked the 17 cities we were given, submitted the list, and on December 7th we’re going to find out where our destiny lies.

Personally, we’re rooting for Dallas. We have friends there, Kim used to live there, and it’s close to Tulsa, so visiting Grammy and Grandpa Mills wouldn’t be too difficult. Second and third choices are Houston and San Antonio, and there’s a possibility of an opening in Lubbock as well.

Outside of Texas the choices are a bit further. Chicago, Washington D.C., Philadelphia, Boston, New York, Miami, Las Angeles, San Diego. You get the idea.

As much as we’ve loved living in Edmond, we’re still kind excited about moving again. We kind of see it as God sending us to a new mission field. New people to meet, to influence and be influenced by, new lifelong friendships to foster. It’ll be good.

So that’s the sit rep on the Mills in OK for now. (Yes, I’ve been watching Battlestar Galactica the past few weeks while on the treadmill. And you know what? It ain’t half bad.) We’ll be sure to let you know when we get the full report in early December.

Kevin

Long John Silver’s Buttered Lobster Bites.

I love lobster. It was disgusting as a kid, then became a bit more appealing when (ahem) I actually TRIED it. And now? Now I love it.

I don’t eat it a lot, though, what with the high price. But once in a while I go out to eat with my parents and there’s a restaurant that serves it, so I graciously accept their generosity. Aside from that? No lobster for Kevin.

Until today. Today I will go to Long John Silvers and order some of their Buttered Lobster Bites that I’ve seen advertised non-stop the past week. I will order them and I will eat them and I will hopefully love them.

If they don’t make me sick. :)

I’ll give you my impressions in the next post.

Kevin “Cousteau” Mills

Update: No need to wait for another post. I can testify that I’ve eaten a sampling of the aforementioned Lobster Bites and can give you immediate feedback immediately, with no waiting.

They’re delicious.

I’m sorry, but it’s true. When I took my first bite I said to myself, “Wow. These are actually good! REALLY good!” And then I snarfed down the whole bucketful. (Note: A bucket is about the size of a large woman’s thimble, or perhaps a cup’s worth.)

The taste and texture are true to lobsterness of the past, with the exception of the crunchy, buttery exterior. But even that is pretty good. So yesterday I ordered a second bucket of Buttered Lobster Bites and, complimented with a Kraft Alfredo Pasta mix, had myself a delicious delicacy of lobster and alfredo (and Gatorade Ice, if you must know…)

Oh yes. I’m the pinnacle of physical perfection, I am.

But seriously, they’re good. And they’re gonna be gone any second now, so if you don’t want to wait another 6-8 months to give these a try, I strongly suggest you get past your initial disgust at the idea and buy a thimbleful today.

Kevin

The Mist, Part 2.

As mentioned last time, I listened to the audio book (audio theatre, really) of The Mist, by Stephen King. Bottom line?

I liked it. It was pretty fun listening to the actors & sound effects surround me with depth and immediacy. Hearing someone deliver a line and then get a response from somewhere “behind” you and to the left – well, that’s just cool.

The downside? Because it’s presented in a theatre format without narration, they often had to resort to having the characters describing what was happening.

It would go something like this:

“That thing! It’s hideous! It looks like a giant housefly with a stinger!”

or

“It… It’s dragging him down the aisle!! Slamming him into the shelves!! Help! Someone help him!!!”

You get the idea. :\ But overall? A rare find, and one I recommend, if only for the novelty of it all.

It occured to me the other night exactly why I’m interested in The Mist so much. In addition to the creatures I mentioned earlier, there’s also the elements of a top secret government experiment involving other dimensions. And THAT, if you haven’t gathered, hearkens back to The Philadelphia Experiment.

And The Philadelphia Experiment is of great interest to me. Few other events in American history have been so thoroughly documented and vehemently denied. Did it happen? There’s no doubt. WHAT happened, however, is up for interpretation. Teleportation? Dimension-hopping? Invisibility? All of the above? It’s an intriguing mystery, and one I hope to work into my writing someday. (Hey, I gotta use all this mystery trivia SOMEHOW, you know?)

Now I’m gonna go buy Stephen King’s “Skeleton Crew” so I can read the novella of “The Mist” before the movie opens in two weeks on November 21st. (And I should note, it’s directed by Frank Darabont, who also directed King’s adaptations of “The Shawshank Redemption” and “The Green Mile.” So there.)

Kevin

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