From a book

In a fit of bored rage today I decided to grow something! Though not in the usual sense of a plot of fertile ground fixed between a fence and a cow pasture. Even entertaining the notion of me perched atop a farm house with a .308 varmint killer at the ready is something of a stretch for my imagination at this point.

NO. I’m talking about growing things out of a book. My dad was talking about an art exhibit he saw where barley was spread all over the waterlogged pages of a giant bible. The barley took root and the result was a very cool artistic rendering of the bible as “the bread of life,” much like barley literally is. However much I may disagree with the bible shenanigans (of which there are many), this immediately struck a very cool and laid back hobby idea to me…book growing!

I hopped in my chevy cavalier and flew down the interstate to wal-mart, where I picked up some grass and a few flowers to try growing in a book.

The book is currently marinating downstairs in the sun-room in a water-filled tray. Once marination is complete I’ll sprinkle the seeds on and hopefully create a meadow on the two open pages of that book!

Aside from this shiny new idea which has struck me at an alarming rate, not much else has been happening. Last night a few friends came over and we baked two cakes for one of our lady friend’s birthdays, much to her delight. Things went south when the Wii Tennis tournament erupted into an all out brawl which eventually led to the smearing of frosting across several happy but annoyed people. How good it is!

I’ll keep this blog updated on any future shenanigans and the success that is surely to become my book meadow.

 

Pokemon and Rubik’s Cubes

I KNOW. I KNOW WHAT YOU’RE THINKING!

but wait.

Fads have been flying through my school like asteroids through tissue paper. That is, they come with such force as to tear a (sometimes massive) hole in the culture of the school which everyone hurriedly fills. Recently, all those pokemon games I played on my gameboy from 3rd grade up until now have come back with a vengeance worthy of some sort of deity.

My best friend (possibly forever, though we’ve yet to purchase those half-heart necklaces solidifying our relationship) Jones recently approached me with his old-school color gameboy in hand and a grin that could only belong to a pokemon master. After a 3 minute discussion period, during which I was easily coerced into picking up my game (Diamond, of course), I drove home, found my games and began my adventure!

Strangely now, nearly the entire school is involved in this frenzy of pokemon activity. It’s like someone got rabies and also happened to possess seven heads and a neck that swivels 360 degrees. We’ve all been infected! The girls are playing it, the guys, and perhaps even the teachers have been caught up in this Poketastic tornado.

Even more interesting, considering the memorization and dedication required, during the second month of school we went through a Rubik’s Cube outbreak that would’ve needed quarantine if it were anything less than benevolent.

Jones, yet again, brought this fad to my attention. In biology he completed the cube in his then record of 3:13 and i was astounded. He explained how another student had taught him, and then he proceeded to write-up a cheat sheet on how to solve the thing.

Two-weeks later I was dominating cubes left and right. The memorization was the hardest part… but after that was completed and I was actually able to watch the individual pieces fall into perfect place, the act of solving a Rubik’s Cube became a religious ritual for me. Anyone who has ever completed a Rubik’s Cube or seen someone fiddling with one knows what I speak of. The satisfaction received from completing something difficult that only a small percentage of the population is capable of doing is glorious.

Nearly as glorious as Catching Them All (pokemon).

Which is exactly what I’m determined to do with the fads that come my way. They may be temporary, but they’ve a tendency to leave some fantastic memories in their stead.

 

Shenanigans.

My first trip into the blogosphere. The smell of epic hangs heavy in the air!

This site is all about my shenanigans. And my thoughts on other people’s shenanigans, or simply shenanigans in general. Now, you may ask yourself “What, dear Mr. Coster, are these shenanigans you speak of?”

Well. Let me tell you, Proud Patron of the grand Blogosphere.

Shenanigans are the activities of people. More often than not, shenanigans are the activities that either cause some level of entertainment or alarm in the people they involve. They are the most interesting of stories and sometimes the most boring, but are always fun to listen to and comment on. Because of this inherent nature of shenanigans, I found it would be awesome to create a blog on my personal shenanigans, and my thoughts on international shenanigans.

I first began using the word a year or two back, at most. I have no idea where it came from, and neither do any members of my family. All we know is that within a few weeks of our exposure to this word we became addicts to its use.

With that… let the shenanigans begin!