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The Unusual Suspects

posted by Bolo | 11:39 PM
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Sounds etchy to me.

Is it Christmas yet? Find out...

I grew up in the 80's and 90's, which means that I grew up watching Bo...and believe me, I know Bo Knows.

Free rice.

Hip to be square? More like bad hips and definitely square.

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If I end up dead somewhere, it's JVizzle's fault. Lyle got a phone call today. Well, almost. The high-pitched, squeaky sound that comes from a car's engine? Not good, especially when accompanied by a rhythmic, metallic knocking. The high-pitched, squeaky sound that comes from your car's engine? Agonizing and taunting, especially when accompanied by rhythmic, metallic knocking, a knocking that beckons for your bank account to open wide. Prima Paintball, baby. Rich: I'm still working on that post-Piper'll probably be four parts, and I've got two of 'em mostly done. I totally wanted to shoot something this morning, but realized too late that I'd left the appropriate equipment in the room. My mom likes the fact that I've got a ball & chain gives her a reason to call. Mr. Pie may not be in the sky, but man, what a ride. Speaking of being in the sky, Mr. Pie and I know of a certain Ted for whom we've both got soul...

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Unclehood, Again

Ok. As thrilled as I am to have another nephew, seriously...Zayvin? I think that's the little guy's name. I'm sure he'll be cute once he hits half a year or so ;)

posted by Bolo | 11:07 PM
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Take Away the C

Alrighty. It's no secret that a certain Fighting Irish football squad that finished their '07 season at a 3 - 9 clip has been a somewhat considerable source of angst for themselves, for me, and for the rest of Notre Dame Nation. That said, let it be known that I take great pleasure in seeing UH at 12 - 0, and the only undefeated team in the country. I'll not let my opinion on the BCS situation be known here and now, but allow me to quote ESPN's Gene "My last name scores a 1,000 point in Scrabble" Wojciechowski:

"But no, we're stuck with the BCS and its weekly standings weirdness. For example, Missouri is your No. 1 team in the country. This is like Homer Simpson picking up Eva Mendes at a Chi Omega party."

Too true, too true. Read the rest of it here.

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I told Kason that five plus five is seven. He didn't believe me, so he asked my sisters, "Uncle John said five plus five is seven. Is it seven?" I laughed at my manipulative self. "Are you laughing?!?!?!" Aaahhh, the joys of unclehood. Happy birthday, Kason!

posted by Bolo | 11:48 PM
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Serendipitous Salutations

Scott and I were both out and about last night as we carried on a chummy conversation via our mobile ball & chains. He was outside of McDonald's when he informed me he that he, at that very moment, was watching Pablo Butterworth eating a meal inside the establishment of the Golden Arches. Sir Butterworth spilled a little of his meal of McNuggets, then proceeded to trip over a Wet Floor sign after getting up out of his chair. Scott told me another guy in the joint was watching Scott watch Pablo as he tripped, much to the amusement of all. Well, except poor Pablo. What's even more ironic about this whole strange ordeal is that Scott told me this whilst I walked into Sunergos, sat down, and spotted yet another Butterworth, one Michael of the middlesiblingsyndrome.

Serendipity, indeed.

posted by Bolo | 3:58 PM
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Dominion Over Beans

The doctrinally correct reply to an inquiry about our coffee-roasting habit is to say that we're exercising "dominion over beans." It's a beautiful thing, really.

posted by Bolo | 8:26 AM
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Last night, I had a bad dream: the cup of coffee I was drinking was terrible, and I couldn't do anything about it. Memorizing a phone number isn't a scary thing in and of itself, it's whose number you're memorizing that can make it scary. This Saturday, Stephen Mobley will be crying for his mommy when I bunker his sorry butt. Yes, I dream about coffee. Was he seriously in sweats? I hope the peeing was worth it. I'm in his Top Five...darn right. How 'bout that guess, Young Butterworth? I could seriously do with another twenty degrees of warmth. Finish this line: "I've got a soul..." Tomorrow, OVVC, 6 PM...tournament time! I love having fun at Lylie's expense, redheads and all. Plus one! Some day, I hope to meet someone named Barry Santos just so I can ask him about his dinged board. Yes, Cimato, I really do think all of these thoughts.

posted by Bolo | 11:08 PM
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If Henry Scougal is right--that the worth and excellency of a soul is measured by the object and intensity of its love--then God is the most excellent of all beings. For he has loved his Son, the image of his own glory, with infinite and perfect energy from all eternity. How glorious and happy have been the Father and the Son an the Spirit of love flowing between them from all eternity!

Let us then stand in awe of this great God! And let us turn from all the trivial resentments and fleeting pleasures and petty pursuits of materialism and merely human "spirituality." And let us be caught up into the gladness that God has in the glory of his Son, who is the radiance and image of his Father. There is coming a day when the very pleasure that the Father has in the Son will be in us and will be our own pleasure. May God's enjoyment of God--unbounded and everlasting--flow into us even now by the Holy Spirit! This is our glory and our joy.

-John Piper, The Pleasures of God

posted by Bolo | 10:12 PM
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Baka Ne

Idiotic move of the moment: Two different coffee roasts, both sufficiently cooled after being roasted within the past hour, are needing to be poured into their respective containers. Mind you, they're both very different in body and flavor, so I'm well aware of the need to keep them separated and not to accidentally mix them. So what do I proceed to do? Pour one pan of beans into the other.


posted by Bolo | 1:55 AM
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Shades of Grey

posted by Bolo | 11:58 PM
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I don't know about the rest of the congregation, but I was certainly awake during the sermon. For that, I'm grateful.

posted by Bolo | 1:16 PM
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For some time now, I've been befuddled by Koen's looks. Koen Kekaulakuha'oamekanawai Kazumasa Ing, for those of you not in the know, is one of my five nephews. His older brothers, Kyle, Kason and Kavin, all have a certain look to them, but it seems that Koen's went pretty far out of the recognizable range for male children of the Ing household. He's a little darker, and generally seems to pull a little less of the Asian influences and a little more of the...well...something. I mean, the kid's got more ethnic variety than the Ala Moana food court, so it's anybody's guess, right?

Leave it to Mom to provide a little bit of insight. She told me a few days ago that he looks like Dad. I thought Mom was right on the money with that one, so my befuddlement was ended. Whew! Take a look, and I think you'll agree that Koen looks like his Papa.

So, having the resemblance all nicely figured out, I decided to share my findings with Mary. Now, being that she's Koen's mommy, not to mention my sister, I would regard her as somewhat of an expert on the whole topic of Koen's appearance. It was to my great dismay, therefore, as I was in the process of telling her Mom's insightful observation, that Mary cut in with one of her own: "Koen looks like you."


In case you didn't get the logic presented there, let me spell it out for you: Koen looks like my dad, and Koen looks like me, so therefore, it might be said that I look like my dad. Well, for those of you whose last name is not Letoto, you might say that. For those of you who come from my family, you not only do say that, but you'd probably laugh at my plight. Yes, I look like my father, and yes, it's inescapable. I also happen to act a lot like my father, dress like my father, eat like my father, gesticulate like my father, and generally resemble him in way too many ways to deny.

Son of a...

posted by Bolo | 2:04 AM
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@The Revells'

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Let it be known by all that Steak Sauce considers me, of all his friends, the most likely to walk around in my pajamas all day. Whatever that means. The cold, man, the's suckin' the brown right down. Four in the morning is such a painful time. It's good to be able to give Mom some grief about calling my room and not leaving a message. Speaking of calling my room, the ball & chain is working quite nicely. Man, I thought I was incognito...where in the world is 'Drew? Yes, Mr. Pie, you were right: an unsanctified T, and undoubtedly so! I think I could make a blog post on the eerie similarities alone. I think Stormy likes pumpkin donuts...a lot. Crab on Thanksgiving? Only with the Letotos. Will the Irish make it 3 W's tomorrow? A not-so-brown Hawaiian certainly hopes so. I love how my older nephews love to threaten my younger nephews with Uncle Johnny coming to lick their eyeballs.

posted by Bolo | 1:37 PM
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Giving Thanks, 2007

Being that it's Thanksgiving, I think it largely appropriate that I write a little something about what I'm thankful for. The list is long, varied, and filled with incredibly wonderful people, places, and things. The fact that I'm short on time, however, will mean that I'll only list the first five things that come to mind. My mom may even sneak onto the list ;)

5. I'm thankful for my shoes. Without my shoes, my suits would undoubtedly look nowhere near as hot as they do. That, my dear friends, would be atrocious.

4. I'm thankful for my family. They, more than any others in this world, have "put up with me." That alone is cause enough for recognition and admiration, particularly in light of the fact that I rarely express my gratitude in an appropriate manner.

3. I'm thankful for fish. What else could cause such yearning within my gastrointestinal parts?

2. I'm thankful for my friends. How could I not be thankful for them? Endless entertainment, accurate admonition, stupendous sanctification...what more could a guy want?

1. I'm thankful for...well...Jesus :)

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posted by Bolo | 8:19 PM
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The Theologically Astute

For those who wonder what young, theologically astute individuals do while venturing to partake of the goodness of God's glory revealed in His creation, wonder no more.

posted by Bolo | 11:31 AM
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So...I'm in Tennessee...with the Revells...unfortunately, Rev has made my life a little less exciting for Thanksgiving. I'll get over it, though. Maybe the next two weeks will be a little more boisterous.

posted by Bolo | 9:05 PM
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Pablo and I kind of almost sorta but not really nearly died. Seriously.

posted by Bolo | 2:56 PM
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@The Shreves'...Again

posted by Bolo | 7:44 AM
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An 18 ounce Porterhouse steak (rare), two Alaskan King Crab legs, six grilled shrimp, a serving of garlic mashed potatoes, and a serving of steamed broccoli. That was dinner tonight.


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