BON JOVI ('nuff said)
Mood:  happy
Now Playing: Bon Jovi's "Last Man Standing

there are some people who don't like Bon Jovi. these people are stupid. stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid heads. just kidding. i actually have a real theory about these people: Bon Jovi has always stood for two things: Kick-@$$ Rock 'n' Roll and Optimism. for a lot of people, these things don't go hand-in-hand. they'd rather have suicidally depressing rock to compliment the mood they're in. but who needs that? Bon Jovi has always provided us great music to rock to while giving us the message that, "dude, it's gonna get better."

with that said, Marshall and i hit Nashville on February 14th to take in the "Have a Nice Day" tour. this was my second Bon Jovi concert and his first. putting it very simply, it rocked.

they opened with "Last Man Standing," with Jon out on a platform in the middle of the audience wearing a marine's dress blues. it took everyone by surprise. we were on our feet instantly and didn't sit down for the next three and a half hours. they gave us everything we wanted: the new music, the golden oldies, great comedy between the band members, a surprise duet with Jennifer Nettles (of Sugarland) for "Who Says You Can't Go Home," and two encores (closing with "Welcome To Wherever You Are" and "Wanted Dead or Alive").

the biggest surprise for me was new profound respect i had for the song "Last Man Standing." i always liked the song, it was a great rocker, it touched back on Bon Jovi's earlier cowboy songs, and it always felt like a subtle tribute to Bob Dylan. but seeing Jon wearing the marine dress blues sent a new message about our men in the armed forces and how they fight for us, to the last man standing.

if you haven't given Bon Jovi a chance yet, do it now. i don't think you'll be disappointed. a great way to get acquainted with them is at one of their concerts. they always have a great atmosphere and nothing beats Bon Jovi fans. they're the best.

but if you're not willing to commit the time and money to a concert, check out these songs on the Internet or radio or wherever you can:

1.) It's My Life
2.) Livin' on a Prayer
3.) Welcome To Wherever You Are
4.) Last Man Standing
5.) Born To Be My Baby
6.) Have A Nice Day
7.) Always
8.) Wanted Dead or Alive
9.) Thank-You for Loving Me
10.) Born to be My Baby
11.) Blaze of Glory
12.) Everyday
13.) Bounce
14.) Bad Medicine
15.) Who Says You Can't Go Home
16.) Bed of Roses
17.) Someday I'll Be Saturday Night
18.) I'll Sleep When I'm Dead
19.) You Give Love a Bad Name
20.) Keep the Faith
21.) Lay Your Hands On Me
22.) Living in Sin
23.) Miracle
24.) Bang A Drum
25.) I'll Be There For You

and that's just scratching the surface . . .

Havin' a Nice Day in Nashville
Mood:  energetic
Now Playing: Senses Fail's "Bite to Break Skin (the Legion of Doom remix)"

so how great is my wife, you might ask? there's a lot of ways i could answer this question, but i'll simply quote one solitary fact:

she secured fourth-row tickets for me and brother to see Bon Jovi in Nashville on Valentine's Day.

she took the day that is reserved specifically for lovers to be together and has let me go see the greatest band to grace God's green earth since Cap'n Geech and The Shrimp Shack Shooters with my little brother! how ROCKIN' is that!?

yes, i know. i owe her BIG.

don't you worry. i'll be posting pictures.

So Sayeth the Bald Man
Mood:  celebratory
Now Playing: David Gray's "Please Forgive Me"

if you got it, flaunt it. if you don't got it or are losing it, shave it off. that's my creed. which is why i'm bald now. i totally shaved my head, Mach-3, Lex Luthor style. i like it. the girls at the Olive Garden like it. the gay guys at the Olive Garden like it. who am i to argue?

so, you know i like to write. but did you know i'm an author? it's true. in the next couple of weeks, a book of Christian skits and plays i've written will be appearing in ABC's all over the division (not sure what that means, maybe just America). if you don't believe me, go to the Review and Herald's homepage. i'll autograph the first ten copies that find their way to me for free, after that, i have to think about rent and my cocaine habit and will have to charge you a small fee (sorry, can't break 20's or 50's).

i'm about to head home and watch Elizabethtown with my darling wife, Kelly. but before i leave, i have a line of questions i've been pondering and would like to share with you. i don't expect answers, i just like the idea of someone else thinking about the same thing i am.

what are battles worth fighting? what are stands and actions that are worth taking? what are points worth proving? and what should you do with everything that isn't?

Currently in the Life of Master TSF
Mood:  a-ok
Now Playing: Left Hand Suzuki Method

i'm not ignoring you. i love you, why would i ignore you? no, i'm not seeing other blogs. MySpace? what are you talking about? MySpace means nothing to me, you're the one i want. i've just been really busy, you know that. i've been working at the Olive Garden every day of the week except Sabbath. i've had multiple double shifts. i'd much rather be here with you, but i have to have a job, i have to make money to pay the bills. i'm sorry.

it's okay, i forgive you. let's never fight again.

More Bodacious Wedding Pictures!
Mood:  mischievious
Now Playing: Erasure's "Respect"

you came, you saw, you wanted more.

The Much-Delayed But Brilliant Pictures
Mood:  celebratory
Now Playing: Creed's "My Own Prison"

what up World Wide Web? i'm tired of all your belly achin', so here you go! here's just some of the pictures (i think the last time we counted, there's exactly 2,020 pictures our photographer took). these are some of my faves. if you wanna see more (including the rumoured up-kilt shot) just lemme know and i might be able to slide a couple your way. ;)

Worst Blogger Ever
Mood:  bright
Now Playing: Bon Jovi's "Have a Nice Day"

hey all!

i must be the worst blogger ever. i haven't updated in forever. which for i apologize. i just wanted to let you all know that pictures are coming but you're gonna hafta wait just a little bit longer. sorry. no Internet access unless i steal some from the 'rents.

with that said, i have to dash. have to meet the wife and some friends at the Olive Garden . . . even on my days off, i can't escape that place. ;)

Mexican Men Love Me!
Mood:  happy
Now Playing: Sweet's "Love is Like Oxygen"

before i say anything else, i have to update you. it's my duty as the groom.

THE WEDDING WAS AWESOME!!

absolutely nothing went wrong. nothing. well, except Dr Womack knocked over a candelabra during the rehearsal, but that's nothing. see? nothing went wrong. it was glorious. Kelly was so beautiful. i was so handsome. the brides' maids were delicious. the grooms' men were yummy (or so i was told). Rachel sang, Shawnessey sang, Litch married us, Womack fasted our hands, Tony took our pictures, our mothers cried, our fathers cried, our relatives cried, our friends cried, Kelly cried and . . . i think i was the only one that didn't cry. ;) the reception was off the hook -- it was so off the hook, Santa Claus himself showed up! how more unhooked from the wall can you be?! Brian and Jeff videoed (though i haven't seen the tapes yet, i know they're quality, i mean geez, we were giving them so much good stuff to work with!).

we spent the night in the Sheraton Reed House in downtown Chattanooga. we had room service from Porter's Steak House, had a jacuzzi about ten feet from the bed and had a wonderful view of Aladdin's (think Kinko's knock-off).

simply put, the day was amazing.

but on to the Mexicans! okay, so as some of you may know, on Kelly's and my first date, i had a truck full of Mexican men making eyes with me and just about winking at me. well, yesterday, two Hispanic men ate the Olive Garden, ran up at 41$ check, and left me a 16$ tip! in the words of Inspector Gadget, "Wowzers."

so, apparently the Mexican community loves me and i just have to say, i love the Mexican community. i would like to take this time to thank Hispanics everywhere for Salma Hayek, tacos, burritos, nachos, Antonio Banderas, chimichangas, Robert Rodriguez, salsa and Juan Valdez. the world is better off because of you Mexico, which is more than Canada can say.

editor's note: Scott is only vaguely aware than Antonio Banderas and Juan Valdez aren't from Mexico. furthermore, Scott is only vaguely aware of the existence of Canada.

T - 24 Hours
Mood:  celebratory
Now Playing: Wild Cherry's "Play That Funky Music"

Henry Purcell's Allegro from Sonata, i have decided, will be our recessional. i quite like it, despite it not being our original choice, the theme from "Peanuts," but that was deemed too "festive" by the music committee at the church. ah well, such is life (they also shot down Bon Jovi's "Born To Be My Baby").

our current music line up is as follows:

Fathers/Unity Candle Entrance
Shawnessey Cargile performing "You Raise Me Up"

Men's Processional
a string quartet version of Bon Jovi's "Always"

Women's Processional
Patrick Balls' "Carolan's Welcome"

Bridal March
Carol Thompson's "Bridal March" (it's a beautiful Irish harp rendition)

Lighting the Unity Candle/Exchange of Rings
Rachel Komorowski performing "You Are My Home" (from the Broadway show The Scarlet Pimpernel)

Recessional
Henry Purcell's Allegro from Sonata (as previously stated)

the Foggs are in town, baby and it's awesome. last night was spent swapping stories of yore, laughing, and just generally giving each other a hard time (it's how we say "i love you" in Foggish).

everything is lining up. my kilt jacket came in on Thursday and it's MARVELOUS. Dan got outta jail after having to spend only one night in it (over two dollars! two!). everything's clicking and we're firing on all cylinders as we round third and head into the end zone on our final lap (can't think of any more analogies, sorry).

don't worry. i'll post a plethora of pictures when it's all over. ;)

Sexual Harassment Can Be Fun!
Mood:  flirty
Now Playing: Stevie Ray Vaughn and Double T's "Pride"

so today i'm in Alley Jr, which is a cute little name for this tiny little section in the middle of the Olive Garden. it's barely wide enough for one person to walk down but on most days, we find ways to pass three through this needle's eye while carrying drinks. i'm this Alley Jr, getting my drinks, and Rebecca T enters (not sure what the T stands for, so we'll just say it's Thumbtack).

Rebecca Thumbtack, for those of you need who need a visual, is like a feminine Legolas (i know what you're thinking, it'd be harder to imagine a masculine Legolas). she walks into Alley Jr, blows her hair out of her face, picks up a glass and, well, this is where it gets interesting. she takes this glass of hers and presses the open part of it (what we'll call the mouth of the glass, as that's where the mouth of the person goes when said person is drinking out of said glass). she takes the mouth of the glass and presses it against my left breast, my man bosom. she then proceeds to twist and grind this glass against my chest. granted, all of this was over in a matter of nanoseconds, but it was the most shocking thing to happen to me between the hours of 11 and 12 this morning.

and it made me think.

had i done this to her, it would have been not cool. uncool, if you will. but since she's a chick and i'm a dude, it is totally acceptable for her to grind her glass against my man-boob.

the lesson kids?

dude sexually harassing a chick = very uncool, man.
chick sexually harassing a dude = very cool, indeed.

stupid friggin' double standards. i have half a mind to grind my glass against her ass on Tuesday, just to prove my point. but by the point in time, i'll be a happily married man, so this is one lesson that might have to go by the wayside. thank your lucky stars, Rebecca Thumbtack, thank your lucky stars.