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Alex and I are working on a little project when we invited Celly in to come help us. Before I disconnected I took a screenshot and have this image. You can see Alex and I working and then Celly is just...who knows what the hell he is doing.

I can't imagine a single picture representing us any better.

There comes a time in every man's life when he needs to re-evaluate his friends.

Today is one of these days...

You see my dear friend Alex has added me to one of those damn blog chain letters where you are supposed to tell your readers five things they don't know about you. In that lies the rub...

Chain letters are basically spam and bloggers hate nothing more then spam. On the flip side there is nothing more a blogger loves then talking about himself. And it turns out that the love is much stronger then the hate.

Much Stronger.

So from when this started to me it has gone in this list:
Me » Alex Rudloff » Chris Finke » C.K. Sample » Jason Calacanis » Amanda Congdon » Michael Ambs » Rick Rey » Steve Woolf » Steve Garfield » Jeff Pulver.

So instead of stopping the madness, I am going to just do what everyone else did. First bitch about it and then second actually do it. It just feels right.....

1) Two of my ancestors signed the Declaration of Independence and one signed the Bill of Rights.
2) Someone in my family can be seen Monday through Friday on National TV. (Not on Cops)
3) I don't ever get the common cold but when I do get sick I do it right. When I was 24 I had shingles and skin cancer.
4) I love transportation. All forms. Any vehicles or motorcycles I have ever owned I have tricked out to go faster. It's become a problem...
5) I am lactose Intolerant. Sure, everyone knows this (I take out google ads to inform people) and I do this for selfish reasons. I have no idea what has milk in it. So by telling everyone...people are sure to tell me when I am about to eat something made from dairy. (Alfredo Sauce? Really? ::sigh::)

Ah, done and done. So now I will pass it on to my good friend Zeus. Mike, Celly and Brian already have it passed along to them so now it's just a waiting game. ha!

Dear Suckers,

Attached to this letter is a picture of the view from the balcony of our hotel room. This trip has been called CodeJam Puma after the large cat like creature with the same name.

Of course it got that name from the Orlando International Airport deciding to make it easy for folks to remember where they parked by associating an animal with the floor level. We were on Level 3, aka Puma Country.

In case anyone from OIA/MCO ever trips across this blog...you're freaking retarded. A puma? Really? Why not just pick random types of snails or Chinese symbols?

Any way this trip went much better then the last one where I lost my sunglasses and all the phone numbers in my cell phone. We also got a ton of stuff done (except sleep of course) and met some very interesting people.

There are a few things that are awesome about staying at the Grand Floridian.

First is that you can wear robes all day long and people accept you. And from when we woke up to our late 4am snack runs to the 24 hour food court Mike and I were donning our robes.

Second is that everyone is so friendly. Everyone sells hello and asks what you are from.

This must have rubbed off on me because I started to chat with only other person who was around our age group when coming down in the elevator for my 4pm cookie snack break. This girl seemed nice enough and she said she was at Disney for business. I too being at Disney for business asked her what type of business she was in.

A parade, she said.

Huh.

I won't lie I was pretty focused on that cookie that was only a few steps away and said it was nice to meet you Lisa and continued on my way.

As I get back to the hotel room with chocolate all over my face and hands I explain the story of how I actually saw someone that was our age and that she was here for a parade. That's where this story would have stopped without a super smart house keeper and the Internet.

Yea...let me explain...

On codejams we really don't leave the room. A quick snack for lunch and then a quick dinner. Other 18 hours a day? Work.

It's like worse version of prison.

Either way we always get to know our house keepers as they have to do their thing while we are in the room. Normally we sit there and chat them up because if you were stuck in a room with geeks all day you would talk to everyone as well ;)

So on our way out we say goodbye to good old Fran and told her the room is all hers. She said that she was assigned to VIP guests and didn't have our room anymore.

VIP I say? More VIP then us? How can this be?

She said they were DoodleBops and here for a parade.

Hmm, a parade you say? A Doodle What?

So with that information in hand I pulled an Alex and was off to Google to see what the hell is a DoodleBop.

Turns out it's some sort of kid show.

I head over to the Who are the DoodleBops and sure enough there is DeeDee the DoodleBop named Lisa Lennox. Although in the elevator she looked less pink. Must have been the lighting.

So what would have just been some random story about meeting a girl in an elevator that was in a parade has turned into a quasi stalkerish type affair.

Is there anything the Internet can't do?!

Well I am off. I hope your week went as well as mine did. Be sure to keep in touch!

Love,

Gavin

So guessing from this picture who would you think would lose their sunglasses and all the numbers in their cell phone?

Nope. It was me.

They say bad things happen in threes so I think it goes without saying that I am very excited to see how my day will end.

I am not sure when or how this even started but for the last few weeks Alex has been on a quest to order the girliest drink on the menu everytime we go out.

Last night it came to a head as he complained that the pink "Sunset Soul" he was drinking was "fucking weak".

No joke here, I just want to make sure I always remember.

I would like to indulge you in a brief history...

You see, in the beginning, 13.7 billion years ago the last I counted, there was nothing....which exploded. Sending crap...uhh...outwards. Some 300,000 years after this explosion, electrons and nuclei combined into atoms (mostly making up hydrogen, bow chica bow wow).

Over time the denser parts of all this crap became...well...denser...forming gas clouds, galaxies, stars and little ol' planet Earth.

On the 7th day I rested.

There were some lizards around for a little bit (never forget), but that was just weird. Some monkeys and some awkward looking birds...

Just fast forward past all that till about 2,000 years ago when Jesus of Nazareth was born. Knowing it costs a crap load to raise a child ($350,000+ in todays dollars), two wise guys brought gold and silver to help out while one jack ass brought frankincense (basically incense). Yup...even back then there were hippies.

For the next 29 years or so Christ, who was a Capricorn, sorta just did his thing. Then he turned 30, water into wine, an average guy to a Messiah (the Hebrew-derived word for Christ). And that's when the real miracle happened...people started writing his blog for him. Lucky bastard.

After that, there were crusades and lots of killing, some pretty cool cowboy & indian stuff, and the death of romance.

Around the year 1980, I was born and as of today, at the age of 25, have started my blog. Although I have no idea who I will have write it for me (hell I had to do the template all by myself), I just couldn't slack for 5 more years, and really... water into wine isn't as much of a party trick as it used to be.

So to all...welcome to my bible blog!

Oh, and first post!!1! ;)