CCYS

My cousin posted this video on his blog http://greg.org/and I thought that it was just too good to ignore. My slogginess does not keep me ripping other people's creativity (technically I borrowed from Amy for the slog post). The video features surviving members of the New York Dolls covering the popular LDS hymn "Come, Come Ye Saints". My cousin informs on his blog that this tune was originally from an English drinking song. Either way it is a groovy cover.

I should add that they recorded this while the documentary "New York Doll" was being filmed about Arthur "Killer" Kane, rockstar turned Mormon. Apparently, there are a few other hymns that Greg Whiteley, the director got them to cover, another being "A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief" that plays during the end credits. 

Slogging

My friend Amy talked about slogging in one of her posts and i am definitely a slogger. According to the entry “slog,” means to slack off in writing on your blog. I think slog has a deeper meaning, rooted in artistic and creative stagnation. That is how I have felt for the last week. I guess I can't really say artistic stagnation because I really don't have an ounce of it in me, but I would like to think that some of my blog posts are creative. So while this slognation persists I might just have to depend on Colbert Videos. Please excuse my miss-conjugation of slog, these new techo-terms are just so new and foreign to me.

Snuggie Infomercial Rival

My brother emailed me about this one and while I don;t think it rivals our Snuggie infomercial it is also good. 

The Snuggie

The culmination of events was just such that I feel like this post was meant to be. For the Snuggie novice you might want look up more info: https://www.getsnuggie.com/flare/next?tag=ED|SM|GO|TM|

Event #1: I become familiar with the Snuggie through my friend Elizabeth's blog. 

Event #2: The Economy crashes, Snuggie commercial playtime increases exponentially (because cheap airtime increased).

Event #3: I started watching TV during Winter Break, see Snuggie Commercials and I start to Heart the Snuggie.

Event #4: My room mate returns home from break with a Snuggie.

Event #5: This epic infomercial is made.

Here it is folks my, and my room mates Snuggie infomercial:

Inferiority Complex

I started this post about inferiority complexes (IC) but got bored and distracted half way through and started reading other's blogs. Considering the amazing posts I have read I now suffer from an even greater IC and will have to overcompensate and make this the best post ever. However, I will inevitably fail to meet my expectation and spiral into a deep, depressive bout of discouragement. To make sense of what I just wrote please refer to this reliable reference source: Wikipedia:) 

An inferiority complex, in the fields of psychology and psychoanalysis, is a feeling that one is inferior to others in some way. Such feelings can arise from an imagined or actual inferiority in the afflicted person. It is often subconscious, and is thought to drive afflicted individuals to overcompensate, resulting either in spectacular achievement or extreme schizotypal behavior, or both. Unlike a normal feeling of inferiority, which can act as an incentive for achievement, an inferiority complex is an advanced state of discouragement, often resulting in a retreat from difficulties.

I have the idea of ICs in mind not only because I occasionally suffer from an IC- don't worry these are usually balanced by my occasional bout of superiority- but also because I have been learning a bit about Scotland that suffers from a national inferiority complex. I am studying up in preparation to visit my sister who is currently living in Edinburgh trying to get in touch with her kilt side. From what I have learned so far it seems that the Scots have some sort of innate inferiority complex as well. Perhaps it is the Scottish part of me that gives into the inferiority and the my English part gives into superiority, since the much of the Scots inferiority seems to stem from their relations with their southern  kin.

Either way I have been watching some Scottish Cinema lately and this national inferiority complex was reinforced. Of the whole 10 movies that the Scots seem to have produced many have strands of inferiority running through them either explicitly or implicitly. For example the well known film, Chariots of Fire, while the actual Scot character seemed fine this Scotish made film's second leading character was always trying to overcompensate for his Jewishness (yes that's a word). Gregory's Girl and The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie- two other movies I can't really recommend because of differing rating standards, PG has a whole different meaning in Scotland-also have inferiority as an underlying theme. Now that I am cognizant of this trend I am eager to continue my studies and see if I can't better understand the underlying issues. 

Well now this entry is over and it does not meet my standards so I am going to go drown my sorrowful discouragement and schizotypal behavior in ice cream:)

A Picture of Edinburgh that I stole from my Sister's blog. Sorry Kirst.

Technology

I just witnessed what is perhaps one of the most amazing technological advances of our time: The Sani-Seat. Last Monday I was privileged to have a four-hour layover at the Chicago airport. After making my way from terminal 2 to terminal 3 I still had an hour to wait so I decided to check out the bathroom facilities. 

The first stall I entered had a seat covered with plastic and a weird machine towards the back. I thought I had mistakenly gone into the handicapped stall but I checked another  stall and it too had a plastic covered seat and machine. So I took closer look and realized it was an automatic-seat-cover-changer-machine, a.k.a. the Sani-Seat.  It is a machine that automatically changes the toilet seat cover so you don’t have to. No more wrestling with the awkward-round-tissue-paper seat covers, just a quick wave of the hand in front of a sensor and the machine shifts the plastic replacing the old cover with a new one.  I am sure this device is the only thing that stood between me some dangerous disease spread through the fecal oral route.  Not that I was in much danger because I wash my hands incessantly. 

Pictured above is the sensor and instructions which I carefully read. 

The seat itself. Doesn't it look cleanly?