Whoa, Nelly. This was a good game. Most video games are fun enough to keep me entertained on a Friday night, but The Last of Us was simply insane. I can’t believe I waited this long to play it. Well, in all fairness, I didn’t own a PlayStation back when Naughty Dog released the original. I finally bought the remastered version last November, and the game just sort of existed unplayed in my library until a couple weeks ago.

Few games (if any) can be readily compared to this one, at least when you examine the storytelling. Even Naughty Dog’s more recent Uncharted 4 doesn’t stack up, however good. Halo tells one of my favorite stories in gaming – but only because I’ve read the books – and the Mass Effect trilogy certainly took me for a ride I’ll never forget. Yet neither of those tugged on my emotions quite like The Last of Us. In fact, I can’t think of a movie, book, or any other medium that hit me in such a profound way.

I guess what I’m saying is, if you’re going to take this game for a drive, buckle your seatbelt. I teared up more than once before it was over.

What I didn’t like: A lot of you are going to disagree with me on this, but I thought the first hour or so after the prologue felt dry. As a character, I guess Tess was fine. Marlene – not so much. I was glad she didn’t play a major role throughout the meat of the game. Boston was only interesting after Ellie showed up.

What was just okay about it: Joel was okay – at least in the first half. I actually really liked his character by the end of the game. There were several occasions when he was a massive jerk to Ellie, and more than one of them seemed forced for the sake of character development. In those moments, I didn’t find him to be likable or relatable. Generally, though, that wasn’t an issue.

What I liked a lot: Ellie. Freaking Ellie and her relationship with Joel. That whole father-daughter thing going on between them was the game’s meat and potatoes, and boy was it good.

As a character, Ellie is the most well-developed one I’ve seen in a game. Easily. Naughty Dog had to have spent half their development budget on her design. That’s how complete she was. Ashley Johnson’s voice acting performance was spectacular. Couple that with the game’s incredible writing, and Ellie was supplied with just the right dose of color to make her seem unbelievably real.

And that’s just it. Ellie practically was real, and by the end of the game, my brain felt confused by the fact that she isn’t. When she was first introduced, her mannerisms were typical of a spunky teenager overflowing with naive curiosity and humor. As a rather subtle element, Naughty Dog made her body language lively. During gameplay, she often picked at the ground with her feet or adjusted her ponytail or examined things in the environment. If you stand in one spot too long (like when you get up to go to the bathroom or something) she gets annoyed. She asks questions and tells stories and makes jokes. All this happens constantly. Oh – and this is one of my favorite things about her – in combat, she makes hilarious remarks if you kill an opponent in a particularly brutal way. It’s like she’s amazed and amused and grossed out all at the same time. A nice touch, if you ask me. 

But as the story progressed, things happened. Bad things. I won’t spoil what they are, but I will say there were times the game was hard to play. The writers created the story in a way that actually made me feel empathy for Ellie, and that was tough. If you’ve played the game, I’m sure there’s one scene in particular that comes to mind.

After that, she was changed, damaged – even bruised. Once the storm had passed, so to speak, Ellie wasn’t the red-headed spark she was before. She was quiet and reserved. She no longer fidgeted or cracked jokes or played with her hair. As Joel scavenged various places for supplies, sometimes she’d sit quietly without saying a word. It was sad to see her transform that way, and yet given what had happened, it made a lot of sense.

Joel grew on me by the second-half of the game. Bonding with Ellie really seemed to changed him. Instead of viewing her merely as cargo to smuggle, she became his daughter. This dynamic seemed to fill the void in his heart that was created during the prologue, and more importantly, he was there for Ellie when it mattered. He became the trusted refuge she could count on.

I also loved the game’s ending. I think Naughty Dog really nailed it, as I left feeling satisfied and pleased with the way things turned out.

I’ve always wanted a daughter, but The Last of Us made me want one so much more. Man, this game slapped me right in the soul.

Oh, and here’s one of my favorite scenes. It’s the only one I can show you that doesn’t contain spoilers. (Note: Whoever was playing stopped to watch the giraffes around 2:20 and stayed like that for the rest of the video.)

Prescribed Fire near Rockwood

Posted: March 6, 2018 in Drones

At my dad’s farm, we’re close friends with all the neighbors. It must be because our houses are far enough apart so we don’t annoy each other. For real though, they’re fantastic folks, and it’s a huge treat whenever I get to hang out with them.

We have a lake that we share with two other families. One is the Pruitts, the other the Aycocks. The Pruitts offered, since they’re experts at this sort of thing, to perform a prescribed fire on the Aycocks’ land, and to complete the neighborhood set, I filmed the whole thing with my drones. My friend Jacob helped me out with that too – he flew the Spark while I flew the Mavic Pro. For all you drone experts out there: I bet you can’t tell which drone filmed what part of the footage. 😉

Trick question – you can’t. I compressed the 4K video from the Mavic down to 1080p so it’d all look the same. Maybe you can just tell from how bad Jacob is at flying. 😂 (Kidding there too.)

One last thing before I embed the video. If I hear that song ONE MORE TIME, I’ll actually light myself on fire. Editing videos means listening to the same song over and over and over and over and over and 🔥.


I fly Drones

Posted: February 14, 2018 in Drones


Back in September, my parents gave me a Phantom 3 drone for my birthday. Which is insane. First, drones are expensive. Any drone made by DJI might as well be a gold-plated flying robot – that’s how costly they are. And second, why would you put something that flies hundreds of feet in the air in my hands? I crashed into a hill on day two. Lord forgive me for what all came out of my mouth over the next five minutes.

Anyway, Amazon replaced it, and I was back in the air within a week. After that rather embarrassing lesson, I made a concerted effort to get as educated as possible. I learned all about how not to crash, all the FAA regulations, and how to take really cool photos and videos with it (I’m still working hard on that one).

Eventually, my second Phantom malfunctioned and landed in a tree about a hundred feet in the air. That was back in December only a couple days shy of Christmas. Fast-forward to today – two months later – and it’s still there. At least I can say it wasn’t my fault this time. After looking online, I saw that older Phantoms were notorious for uncontrollable fly-aways. Yikes.

I bought two more drones though, so I’m good, albeit broke. I got a DJI Spark, which is a small quad about the size of a smartphone. It can do some pretty fancy tricks with hand gestures, and when it comes to whizzing about capturing sky-high videos, it flies with the best of them. I also picked up a DJI Mavic Pro. I wanted something more stable in the wind than the Spark. It’s significantly larger and heavier, so it has a way of really grabbing the air. Not to mention, the Mavic’s camera can record in 4K (compared to the Spark’s lackluster 1080P) and take long-exposure night-shots. Needless to say, it’s a neat toy.

I’d like to share with you my drone footage. I fly quite often, and the hobby has become a pretty big deal for me. Don’t judge too harshly, though. You’ll see pretty fast how bad I suck at video editing (I’m especially talking to you, JFBC media guys).

Here is my collection of drone videos to-date. I’ll post them in the order they were created:

Landing the Phantom 3

I took this video with the original Phantom 3 – you know, the one I wrecked like a day later. There was no video editing involved with this one. It’s purely a recording of a flight with no music accompanying it. Note the beautiful, sexy expression on my face at the end.

Flight over Rockwood 

This was taken with the second Phantom 3, the one that’s still parked in my neighbor’s tree. Phantoms, man. It’s a straight flight away from the cabin at my dad’s farm. I brought it about three quarters of a mile out before returning home.


I kind of wish I hadn’t done this one, but I was still a new drone pilot at the time. In hindsight, while legal-ish, it was sort of stupid taking the Spark over people’s houses and cars and whatever else. I flew it over my parent’s neighborhood for a little less than a mile before bringing it back. The video is called Chopsticks because I was trying to see if I could make it all the way to the restaurant where I used to work. I almost made it. If you know where to look, you can see Chopsticks at the furthest point of the flight. Also, on the way back, the Atlanta skyline makes a grand appearance on the horizon. That’s the best part, if you ask me.

The Trout Pond at Hillcrest

Also filmed with the Spark, I spent 3 entire batteries and almost 45 minutes recording in the back field of Hillcrest Farm in Virginia. Luckily for you, I edited that down to a little over 3 minutes. One of the key features of the video is the Spark’s Active Track ability. It can automatically track and follow objects (or people), which is how it followed my truck while I drove. At the end of the video, I nearly ran off the road because I kept glancing over at the drone’s RC controller.

Christmas, 2017

At the time I made this video, the only drone I had was the Spark. Sadly, the Phantom had already killed itself by playing a good ol’ game of Tarzan, and I hadn’t bought the Mavic Pro yet. This video details several flights that happened over a span of about a week at Hillcrest. You’ll notice a huge editing mistake in the second scene. I made the footage play at 2x, which means that since the Spark normally records at 30 FPS, you’ll experience a nauseating jump to 60 FPS. My goal was to make it feel like the camera was skimming the ground at extraordinary speeds, but instead it turned into…you’ll see. Try not to throw up. After that scene, the rest of the video plays at a comfortable 30 FPS.

Lost - Very Lost sign

I wondered why God’s been so “quiet” lately. I’ve felt His presence during my prayer times, but my spiritual walk has definitely been a dim one. It’s difficult to describe, and maybe you’ve been there. You know those days you pray for a little while, but the rest of the time you accidentally forget God exists? I’ve been that Christian lately, the one who neglects his relationship with God without noticing.

I believe there’s lots of possible causes to God’s quietness, but He finally showed me what’s been going on. Without getting into too much detail, the lesson He taught me is this:

It’s easy to get too desperate about something – desperate to the point of making your desperation an idol (pardon the redundancy). For my part, I became so desperate to fix the problem that it ended up being all I cared about. My trust in God was replaced with panic. Then the panic turned to heartache, then the heartache to utter numbness.

I saw this girl online who talked about how her faith was more of a relationship than merely a religion. She wrote that God is her best friend, and she desires to run the race as hard as possible because of that. Truly, she loved God with all her might. With all her might! Think about the concept of that, what it means. To love God with all your might. With all my might.

I wasn’t loving Him with all my might because desperation had become my idol. All I’ve thought about lately are the things that trouble me. And while I prayed about them often, in my mind, God was never part of the equation. The future I feared was indeed one without His presence and action.

After reading that girl’s post (I hate calling her “that girl,” but I can’t remember her name), God made clear to me what I’ve been doing wrong. So, I asked Him to forgive me and be close to me once more. I used words much similar to how I’ve begged God to let me meet my future wife, because those words were appropriately adequate when describing how badly I need Him. God forgave me and then opened my eyes to the key: There is no desperation in Christ.

I’m on OkCupid

Posted: August 29, 2017 in Miscellaneous

Ladies and Gentlemen, the first two paragraphs of my OkCupid self-summary:

I’m an enormous obese man who dresses up as an evil clown for children’s birthday parties.

Lol hey, I’m kidding. I’m not obese, and hopefully I’m not a clown either. But I might be. We’ll see. If I do turn out to be one, and you’re also very lucky, I may let you hand-feed me marshmallows while honking my nose. It’ll be breathtakingly romantic.

Oh, yeah. This’ll win the girls.


I’ll admit it: I’ve got nothing to talk about. So, if you’re cool with a blog post about three completely unrelated topics – great. If not, go read Leviticus or something.

Topic #1

Let me tell you a story called Everyone is in the Way. It’s about how when I drove home from the farm last Saturday, four people pulled out in front of me so that I had to slam my brakes. One of them proceeded to drive real slow for the next five miles, so I passed him as rudely as possible at the earliest opportunity. I made sure to get a good look at him, too, because, well, you know how we all want to see what bad drivers look like. Another two people didn’t go when the light turned green. I honked at them both. The amazing thing is that one of them looked up at the light and still didn’t go. You peasants are why we need self-driving cars, and also why I nearly stroke out every time I drive.

Topic #2 

My job is amazing, and if any of you reading this are on staff at my church, I probably love working with you. I’ll let you guess who I don’t love working with. (That was a joke. Don’t read into it.) Lately, as one or two of you may already know, I’ve been working on a project regarding all our Macs. By itself, it would normally only take a few hours to complete, but I’ve had an unusually high number of helpdesk tickets lately. That, combined with the fact that some Mac users proved difficult to track down, made the whole thing take about two weeks. Oh, those helpdesk tickets. The ones I had to stop my work to answer. I love answering most of them, but some of you – let’s just say my boss doesn’t think “why don’t you try praying over your printer because I’m busy” is an appropriate response.

Topic #3

If you’ve kept up with my blog, you already know how much I like trolling my mom. Today, I took scripture out of context to show her how the Bible says we should be communists. For the record, I am not a communist – at all – and neither is my mom. Also, the Bible doesn’t advocate communism, obviously.

That certainly wasn’t the funniest joke I’ve ever made, but it’ll do.

Goodnight everybody. 😏


All right, it’s time to get off YouTube and write this thing. I’ve been watching videos for the last hour. Not a great start for this topic, I know. It’s because my lesson for you is to demonstrate what not to do. So, uh, don’t do that.

If you’re married and raising kids, take everything written here with a grain of salt. This really isn’t meant for you because I’m not qualified to teach you about this topic. If you’ve got a family, the nature of time management is wholly different than for those of us who are single. I’m the last guy you should take advice from because, if I’m to be real with you, I have no idea. If anything, I should be taking advice from you.

Anyway, single folks, without further ado, let’s eat this thing and see what comes out the other end.

Why do we care about making the most of our time? Well, if you’re anything like me, you often wish there was more of it. Like right now. It’s Monday night, and I have to go to bed early in order to perform well at work tomorrow. You see, this phenomenon occurs because time is a precious commodity. If you don’t know how to make the most of it, you’ll go to sleep every night feeling robbed.

Life’s short, people. Sometimes it’s easy to forget, especially if you’re young. But forgetting doesn’t change the reality of that – the fact that time is a finite resource that has to be managed.

The Active Ingredients of Time Management

You may want to manage your time well, but without disciplining yourself to make it a habit, the effort is wasted. It’s hard to spend your time wisely if you are the one in control of it (as opposed to when you’re at work and your boss is in control). So, in order to make headway, you’ll have to discipline yourself to develop good time-management habits.

To do this, it’s imperative that you maintain a healthy and active mind. Do what you need to keep it sharp and maintained. A couple notes about how to do that:

Alcohol is fine, but only in moderation. Getting drunk will cloud your mind for days. And I know for a lot of people drinking is their favorite hobby. I’m not here to rain on your parade – what you do isn’t my business – but I’m telling you: Spending multiple days in a row with a clouded mind isn’t just a waste of your time, it’s also a waste of your quality of life.

But I digress. If keeping a sharp mind means taking supplements like fish oil or some weird vitamin, knock yourself out. Personally, supplements aren’t my thing. For me, having a quick brain usually just means spending time with the Lord every day and not playing video games for too long in one sitting. Something about that ruins my focus.

But the number one thing you must do to keep a sharp, healthy mind is to get enough sleep. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve stayed up too late and then performed like garbage the next day at work. It’s like walking in a haze. Sleep deprivation will make you miserable and stupid, and even worse, it’ll put you in a foul mood. Being in a foul mood isn’t fun for you or those around you, and if you’re not careful, it’ll damage your reputation – all because you stayed up too late. I don’t fancy myself a genius, you know, but in my humble opinion, not sleeping enough is a dumb reason to ruin your life. In my novel, I wrote a chapter where the main character actually got fired for that.

So, in a nutshell: Time management requires discipline. Discipline requires an active mind, and an active mind requires, at minimum, the right amount of sleep. Those are the active ingredients you’ll need to make the most of your time.

How much time do you have?


Bob threw his alarm clock out the window and decided he’d rather be unemployed. Don’t be like Bob. Finish this article and use your time wisely.

Since time is a finite resource, allocating it properly means you must recognize how much of it you have. Some people have more of it than others, obviously, so how you make the most of it will be unique to you specifically.

If you think about it, budgeting time is a lot like budgeting money. People who are wise with their money always know how much of their paycheck to put where. Some of it goes to utilities, some to savings, some to groceries, and so on. And if they’re fortunate, some of it goes to things they enjoy but don’t necessarily need.

Time is the same way. Measuring it out will give you the perspective you need to budget it effectively.

By the way, here’s another similarity time shares with money. If, when you measure out and budget your time, you find that you have little or none of it to yourself, consider setting goals that’ll allow it to happen in the future. Lots of people set financial goals so they can buy things they want. I think time works in a similar way. Granted, you can’t “save” time to spend later – sure – but you can aim your life-goals in a way that will eventually allow you to spend more of it on yourself.

Deciding what you want from your Time

I think one of the coolest things people don’t realize is that they can make time work for them instead of the other way around. If time wears the pants in your relationship with it, that’s a problem you should deal with.

I realize some of you don’t have time to spare (understandably), and I encourage you to focus on the previous section of this essay until that changes. This section doesn’t apply to you yet. Aim your life goals toward gaining free time. Then, once you have it, come back!

If you do have discretionary time, however, then your primary goal ought to be mastering it. To do that, you’ll have to decide what you want from your time. What activities do you aspire to accomplish in a typical week? Are there certain books you want to read? Perhaps a workout regimen? Maybe even a video game. It all varies, and you may not be able to do everything you want if there isn’t enough time for it. If that’s the case then, again, I urge you to set goals for yourself that’ll one day allow it.

For me, outside of work there are six primary things I like to accomplish during the week. They are: working out, fiction reading, non-fiction reading, blog-writing, fiction-writing, and spending time with my parents. On top of that, I like a certain amount of time to enjoy not being productive (because this is about what I want from my time). I’ve created a schedule that allows me to do all those things in reasonable quantities each week. It’s all divvied up in a healthy and enjoyable, yet productive way.

I force time to give me what I want. That means Monday through Thursday, I’m regimented and productive. I mostly derive satisfaction from what I do, so it doesn’t burn me out.

Friday evenings are a totally different story, though. After I get home from work, I’m disgusting. I am a pig. And most importantly, I am relaxed and having fun. All I do is watch Netflix and play video games and eat take-out Chinese food. Sometimes I feel sociable enough to stop being a reclusive loser and go out with friends. On Fridays, I don’t even go to the gym because, well, I don’t want to.

And all of that feels great because my week up to that point has been a productive one. There’s no guilt or shame in not getting anything done on Fridays because I planned it that way, and I did it for no other reason than I want to and because I can.

The bottom line is this: I make time work for me. If all goes according to plan – and it mostly does – my week has a healthy measure of both productivity and relaxation. Doing this creates a critical balance to making the most of my life. Don’t forget that Ecclesiastes elaborates on this extensively, so it’s well-worth doing.

If and when the day comes that I get a girlfriend, I’m sure this whole schedule-thing will be beautifully wrecked.

Forget I said that.

Let’s talk about being Regimented.


“Hey, Tim, my man-nipples are bleeding.”

It’s my belief that if you’re going to start being productive, you might as well be good at it. The most effective way to do that is to be regimented based on your priorities and necessities. Don’t try to cram too many things into a too small amount of time, though, or you’ll get burned out. If you can, stagger tasks across multiple days. Build a schedule that allows you to do what you like without having to feel rushed. For me, I set aside plenty of time to get each task done. My day goes smoother and is more satisfying that way.

I start each morning with the Lord and a cup of coffee, and then I get ready for work.

Once I get home, I relax for an hour before dinner, usually by watching Netflix or playing a video game. That helps transition my mind from work to evening tasks so I can better focus on them. You might not be someone who plays video games or likes Netflix – and that’s okay – but I recommend doing something you enjoy before starting everything else.

After dinner, my focus is fully directed toward fitness and reading and writing.

I also plan out my day on a notepad and put a check box next to each task. I don’t know how well that would work for you, but it usually does a pretty good job keeping me on target. It stops me from forgetting things, and my notepad stays in front of me on my desk so I always see it. Of course, you should use whatever system works best for you. It might be something totally different than what I do, and that’s fine as long as it helps.

Let’s talk about why you should sometimes not be regimented.

Being regimented is great for staying on task and maximizing productivity, but it’s also mentally tiring. I would argue that keeping up with it indefinitely is bad for your mind, and it’ll prevent you from fully relaxing when it’s time to do so. Even if you have a regimented schedule that says, “I will relax from such-and-such a time until whatever o’clock,” you’ll still be thinking about that schedule and, in my case, marking off that check box.

Take a break from it a couple days a week. For me, that’s the weekend. Even on Saturdays when there are things I want to get done, I don’t make a list. There’s no schedule I follow. I just sort of do it, and if things don’t happen perfectly the way I’d like, my attitude is such that it’s not a big deal.

When it’s time to relax, do it right.


When a macro lens is used on an awkward pants-fold.

Earlier, I touched on how I like to relax. As you saw, when I relax, I relax hard. I only have one goal in mind, and that’s to forget everything else. It’s a mental break.

Sometimes it’s impossible, of course, but if you discipline your brain to focus on things that aren’t related to work or your regimented time, you’ll be able to relax in a more complete, fulfilling way. Do whatever you can to forget about things that stress you out. Focus your energy on the things you enjoy instead, and do it in a care-free way. Don’t bother measuring out your time when you want to take things easy.

And finally, be adaptable with your schedule because life is unpredictable.

Stuff happens. Sometimes (a lot of times), you’ll have a plan, a regimented schedule, and someone will come along and mess the whole thing up. They’ll spring plans on you, and you’ll decide whether to tell them yes or no. You’ll have to weigh the value of their request. Time is something you can never get back, so is what they’re asking worth it? A lot of times it will be, and a lot of times it won’t.

The other day, my mom and sister asked if I’d get dinner with them. It was a weeknight, so if I went, it’d throw off my entire list, and I’d have to cut something out of my schedule. So, I picked out which item on my list mattered to me the least (which was video games), and decided to not play them that day. It turned out that not playing video games didn’t free up enough time. I had to cut something else out too. It ended up being the gym.

Guys, spending time with my mom and sister instead of doing what I wanted was the correct choice. A word of advice: When it comes to deciding what’s worth sacrificing your time and what isn’t, family usually is. Outside your relationship with the Lord, family should always be the next most important thing. Life’s so short it’s scary. I’d rather have mine spent with those I love than doing nothing but the things on my list. Productive tasks won’t carry into eternity, and I’m sure the Lord will give me plenty of time for them later.

People aren’t the only things that will cause sudden changes in your schedule (obviously). Sometimes there will be emergencies, or you’ll catch the flu, or whatever. The point is to make sure you can adapt. Plan how you’ll do it, which items on your list are the most valuable, and try not to get frustrated when it happens. As great as good time management is, don’t take it too seriously.

I once heard a joke. I’ve heard lots of jokes, and I’m known for making awful, stupid ones, but this joke is awesome because it holds one of life’s most important truths. You’ve probably already heard some version of it, but I’ve modified it to better apply here.

One day after work, a funny-looking IT-guy (that’s me) got alone to pray. There was a lot he wanted to get done and only a certain amount of time to do it. He had a regimented schedule all written out, and he even brought the list with him to take before the Lord.

He told God all about his plans. One item after the next, he asked God to make sure things happened just the way he wanted. Surely, he thought, the best way God could possibly bless him would be to make his plans become reality.

But God’s response was simple. He let out a chuckle of endearment and said, “What – you mean to tell me you have plans?!”

When a wrench is thrown in your schedule, be on the lookout for what God’s doing. Whatever it is, it’s for the best, so you might as well relax and let Him do His thing. There’ll be plenty of opportunities for your own time-management later. I guarantee it.


This clock can tell the future, too.


Posted: May 3, 2017 in Miscellaneous

As opposed to sleep-walking. Get it? I deserve paper-cuts in the webbing of my toes for that one.

Here’s an appetizer to hold you over until the big event – that is to say, the Making the Most of your Time essay.

I’m still working on it, by the way. It’s just that, well, remember how I said I had writers block working on my book? I prayed about it, and it ended shortly afterward. I have tons of inspiration, and the scene I struggled with is complete. I can’t wait for you guys to see what I’ve got cooked up for you. One of these years…

So, back to what we’re here for.

I wanted to write about this the day it happened, but I worked on my book instead. Last Monday, May 1st, I had to take pictures of a computer setup at work. And when I reviewed them, I noticed something rather…odd…in the Photos app:

Screenshot Sleep-Smoking

You see, when I first stumbled across this screenshot, it wasn’t 4:20 yet. It was something like 2 or 3 in the afternoon. That puzzled me a good fifteen seconds before I realized the screenshot had been taken at 4:20 AM. Holy wow, dear reader, do you realize what this means?

It means I got up in the middle of the night and checked the time on my phone. And apparently, the sleep-walking version of me thought the fact that my phone said 4:20 was hilarious. And I guess I took a screenshot to show my conscious self later.

So, uh, thanks, unconscious-me. What a lovely gift.

Happy birthday, Dad! I can’t believe you’re 64.

Seems like yesterday when you caught me sneaking onto the internet when I was supposed to be grounded, and you pretended to be some dude named Chance who was 48. I knew it was you because you were also 48, and the only 48-year-olds who chat with 13-year-old boys on the internet are dads and pedophiles. Plus, Chance? Picking a name like that, I think you wanted me to know I was caught.

Anyway, we’re going to celebrate my dad’s birthday at the farm this weekend, and I’m all hyped about the terrible birthday cards Mom will make him read out loud. I’ll have to write something awful and dark to shake things up.

Last year, on my mom’s birthday card, I thanked her for not having an abortion when she was pregnant with me. She’s pro-life (I am too, but that’s irrelevant for this story), and watching her squirm awkwardly as she read it out loud in front of friends and family was great. It really helped the mood of things – for me, at least.

I love my mom. She’s fun to mess with, and it’s one of the many endearing things about her.

On a different note, I’m working on two writing projects at the moment, and both are going slow.

I haven’t had writer’s block in a long time, but it finally happened. I’m in the fifth chapter of Primoris, and I’m stuck. I know what I want the chapter itself to do, but there’s a part of the chapter that’s heavily tied to the grand scheme of things of the plot, and that’s where I’m lost. Sure, I know what’s going to happen all through the book, but I’m more or less stuck figuring out how I want to tell it.

NO! I just sneezed all over my screen.

You ever get one of those sneezes that come totally out of nowhere and you don’t cover your face in time? It doesn’t happen to me often, but when it does, I hate it. And it happened a second ago while I was writing to you, Dear Reader. Be glad you’re on the other side of the internet.

My other writing project is actually the next entry for this blog, and it’ll go into the Making the Most of your Life category. I want to discuss something God showed me, and that “something” is how to make the most of your time.

If you read my old greeting (the one from late 2014), you know how bad I used to be at managing my time. I asked God to teach me how to be good at it, and He showed me quite a few things that I’d like to pass on to you.

Now, I’m not saying I’m perfect at time management, but I’m a lot better than I used to be. However, regardless of how disciplined and effective I am personally – and discipline is the fuel for time management, by the way – the ideas behind doing it well are still good ones.

I’ll tell you all about it sometime in the next couple weeks, I hope. You can never truly know how long it’ll take to write something, so I could be way off on that. I’ll give it my best shot just for you.

It’s amazing how I went from “Happy birthday, Dad!” to “How to manage your time.”

I need medicine.

Success After Graduation

Ben Bolt

Talk at the University of Southern Mississippi, 1993

Hello, my name is Ben Bolt, and I want to thank you and Professor __________ for allowing me a few minutes to speak with you today about success after graduation.

I feel like Elizabeth Taylor’s last husband – I know what I’m supposed to do, but I’m not sure if I can make it interesting.

After graduation, most of you will be trying to find a job. This may not be an easy task in today’s sluggish job market. Then, after you get a job, you will be interested in succeeding on the job.

What is success?

To most of you, success is measured in dollars, in material things. Money, someone said, is just a way of keeping score. Success may be happiness. It can be many things. There is no measure of success. Therefore, success can be defined and measured by each of you individually. For example, success for an artist is almost surely to be measured differently than for a person in business.

Life is funny. Some of you are big and muscular. Some of you are better looking than others. Some of you have low self-esteem. Some of you have more connections than others. Some of you have higher IQs than others. These things, along with many others, will determine what kind of education you get, where you will live, the type of person you will marry, how many children you have.

But as long as you are in a normal IQ range, success, in the business world, is not determined by IQ! How many of you believe that? It is true! There is absolutely no correlation between IQ and success. But there is an absolute direct correlation between your attitude and success.

I have never met a winner who expected to lose. If you sit around the table at your home at night talking about how to collect more welfare, you are going to end up collecting welfare if you’re not careful. On the other hand, if you think and talk about how to achieve success, you are more likely to be successful.

Someone once said that success is a relative thing, that the more success you have, the more relatives you will have.

Quote from James Allen:

“Good thoughts bear good fruit,

Bad thoughts bear bad fruit and,

Each man is his own gardener.”

Let me point out that success has no stereotype. There is no single formula for success. However, success for anyone will exact a price, and it is important that you be comfortable with the price that you pay. For example, a successful salesman might have to travel and spend many nights away from home. This might be the price he has to pay. Maybe he and his wife agree and find this acceptable. On the other hand, if the travel and the nights away bring on a divorce or behavior problems with the children, then maybe the price is too high.

Just be comfortable with the price you pay. But also keep in mind that failure also exacts a price and usually a much higher price than success.

Also, let me make this point. Success does not come from any one action or attitude. Some people will succeed primarily because of some God-given talent, such as voice, looks, or verbal skills. But more often than not, success will come disguised in work clothes with sweat on his or her brow.

My friend Mal Berko, who writes for the Houghton Syndicate, says that everyone is given a “lot in life” and that “some of us will build on it, and others will park on it.” You will have to decide how far you want to go, and I’m convinced that you can achieve just about anything in this world you want to.

Look at it this way: The more well-rounded you are, the more you know, etc., the better off you will probably be. But you really do not have to be all things to men. Usually, you only have to be really smart about a very limited field.

Let me give you an example: You see an old farmer going down the road, and you can laugh, make fun, and call him dumb all you want to. But I’ll guarantee you that he knows many things that you don’t know – when to plant, when to harvest, how much to pay for a piece of machinery, etc. On the other hand, you may have heard a farmer talk about some dumb city-slicker who thought that all bulls are black.

First of all, we should all start by having more respect for other people’s discipline. Accountants have a place. Economists perform a function. Teachers are important. None of us should be abashed about what we do to make a living as long as it is honest work.

Okay, so I’m off the subject. All you really have to do usually is to be very good at what you do. Concentrate on that, and try to be the very best at what you do, and don’t spend your whole life looking over the fence at someone else’s grass – just smoke what you have.

Moses came down from Mount Sinai and stood before the people with the stone tablets in his hands and said to the people, “I have good news and bad news. The good news is, I got God to come down to 10. The bad news is that adultery is still one of them.”

My point here is this: Whether you are in business for yourself or working for another person, you will be smart to live by the Ten Commandments. You can personally believe anything you want to, and that’s okay with me. But when you get your first job and go to training school, I can almost guarantee you that you are going to see someone who gets fired during the training program or is let go shortly after returning home. And do you know why? More likely than not, it will be for trying to prove that they are more popular with the men or women than anyone else there. If they don’t do that, they will get drunk and show the boss what an ass they really are, or their use of gutter language will be less than popular. Remember, the world is watching – so is the boss. As someone once said, the night has a thousand eyes.

I have been blessed by being able to travel all over the world, and let me give you a couple examples from my travels.

  1. One morning, I was eating breakfast in a hotel in China, and a man came over to my table and said, “Hello, aren’t you from Georgia?” – where I lived at the time. Yes! Here was a businessman who knew me halfway around the world.
  2. One night, on a flight to Hong Kong, a couple was sitting next to me. As I read, I couldn’t help overhearing some of their conversation about some things which sounded somewhat familiar. So, I laid down my book and asked them where they were from. “Marietta, Georgia,” was the reply. Oh, really? Where in Marietta do you live? “We live in Indian Hills Country Club.” That’s great, so do I. – Well, you get the drift. They were neighbors. I had never met them prior to that, but our children all know each other.

Well, as someone once said, “What you are speaks so loudly that I cannot hear a word you are saying.” I’m not here to preach to you about morality, but I do want you to understand this. If you do not want what you are doing to be known in your home, in your community, in your company, then don’t do it.

I really do not know the difference between “fat chance” and “slim chance,” but I think it’s a fat chance you will get caught and a slim chance that you will get away with it.

In any event, it is my belief that success comes less frequently to those who lie, cheat, and steal.


It is important to be confident – when you are looking for a job and when you are on the job. But be very careful here because there is a fine line between confidence and arrogance.

You must have positive and lofty goals, but your goals should be realistic.

Every once in a while, a young person just out of college will announce that they expect to be chief executive officer by the time they are 30. They think they are expressing assertiveness and self-confidence, but what they are really doing is drawing attention to their youth and naiveté.

Now, don’t take me wrong or let me rain on your parade, because you must believe in yourself. There is nothing wrong with having a dream. I think it was Einstein who said, “Your daydreams are a preview of coming attractions.” You must visualize and see yourself succeeding.

Also, there are times when you have to keep performing even in the face of what appears to be impossible odds. I remember a boy back in middle school who was about half my size, but I wouldn’t fight him. There was a good reason: I knew him from sports and other activities. He was the kind who just wouldn’t quit or give up, and I figured that if we ever got into a fight, it would be necessary to kill him. Go about your job with quiet confidence. Don’t quit or give up too easily.

Let me tell you a true story. This is a story which appeared in Sports Illustrated several years ago.

To set the scene, the University of California, Santa Cruz was playing West Coast Christian College in basketball. The well-disciplined Christians usually committed very few fouls, so their coach Jerry Turner wasn’t overly concerned when injuries left him with only eight players to play California, Santa Cruz.

Well, wouldn’t you know it, that night West Coast Christian just kept getting whistled and whistled and whistled. Even the California, Santa Cruz coach, Joe Richardson, admitted there were some strange calls.

Whatever the reason, one player fouled out, then another, then a third. They kept on fouling out, if you can believe this, until only one man – 6’ guard Michael Lockhart – was left.

Let me read you part of Lockhart’s interview after the game.

“We had started in a tandem zone, then we went to a straight 2-3 zone. After we were down four guys, we used a 2-2 box, then a 1-3 dime, then a 1-1 zone – finally a 1.”

There was two minutes and ten seconds when Lockhart found himself alone on the floor. West Coast Christian was ahead 70-57 (13-point lead).

“I was scared to death,” he said. “I have confidence in my ball-handling, but I had four fouls myself, and there was nobody to pass to.”

Do you want to know what his coach told him? I quote, “The coach told me to calm down, take my time.”

Further complicating Lockhart’s situation was that, when he put the ball in play after a Cal-Santa Cruz score, it had to touch another player before he could retrieve it. Once, he managed to bounce the ball off an opponent’s leg and then grab it back. He got a rebound after Cal-Santa Cruz missed a shot. When he got possession, he did a good job of dribbling to eat up the clock, and the other players were forced to foul him to get the ball. Lockhart made five of six free-throws.

In their brief five-to-one match-up, Cal-Santa Cruz out-scored Mike Lockhart 10 to 5, but that wasn’t enough to turn the game around. West Coast Christian won 75 to 67.

Now, ladies and gentlemen, there was a man who was confident, had the courage to stay on the floor, and the guts not to quit. There will be plenty of times when you will want to scream, yell, laugh, and quit at the same time.

Ladies and gentlemen, over the years, I have learned to use the word “impossible” with the greatest caution.

Things will happen to you from time to time which you will perceive as unfair – and, quite frankly, will be unfair. Life is just that way.

But don’t lose your sense of humor. Never lose sight of the bottom line – the bottom line is your career. You may well out-last the boss who is giving you a hard time. So, walking in and cussing him out is not the answer. You are not going to like everyone you work with.

Let me tell you a story.

It was said that Winston Churchill and George Bernard Shaw were not friends. As a matter of fact, you could simply say they didn’t like each other.

There is a story about the time that Shaw sent Churchill two tickets to the opening night of one of his plays, which was opening in London. The two tickets arrived with a note which said, “Here are two tickets to the opening night of my new play. One is for you, and one is for a friend – if you have one.”

Winston wrote back and said, “I’m sorry I will not be able to attend the opening night, but I can come to the second night – if there is one.”

Try to handle differences which you might have with humor.


You are going to develop certain habits in your work and throughout life. Just make sure they are good habits. When you find that you are developing a bad habit, or one that is less than good, that you change as quickly as possible.

You see, habits start like cob webs. They are easy to break. You can hardly see them. But, as time goes on, the cob webs become strings, then ropes that bind you, and they are almost impossible to break or change.

It could be the use of foul language, poor grammar, arriving late, not completing jobs you have started, or a million other things.

Let me tell you another story.


This is a story about a farmer who heard about a touchstone which could be found in a certain area near the ocean. The legend was that if you could find this touchstone, that you would be granted one wish. The farmer decided that his life could best be spent looking for this touchstone in order to get this one wish.

So, day after day, week after week, year after year, he would go to the beach and pick up stones. They all felt cold to the touch, and he would throw them into the sea. This went on for years – picking up stones, feeling them, and throwing them into the sea.

After many years, one day he picked up a stone, and it was different – it felt warm to the touch. He held it in his hand, but out of force of habit, he hurled it into the sea.


What part does luck play in all of this? Maybe you have heard that if you are lucky, things will turn out okay, and if you are unlucky, then things will turn out badly. Now, I’m not saying that luck doesn’t have anything to do with success. But every time I have tried to examine luck, I have found that lucky people, for the most part, had a hand in creating their own luck.

Billionaire J. Paul Getty was asked the secret of his success. His reply was, “Some people find oil, others don’t.”

This sums it up rather nicely, but I don’t think he was referring to just luck in the statement. I think he was saying some people find oil because they are better prepared, better financed, harder workers, and yes, maybe he was saying there was an element of luck. But I’ll take being prepared over being lucky any day. Luck, someone said, is preparation meeting opportunity, and I believe this is the case.

You see, opportunity is always there. I see opportunity like a big smile hanging out there in the universe. It is rather constant. It is always there, just waiting for you to be prepared to come and capture it, just waiting for you to prepare to work with it.

Thank you for your attention.

Dudley Moore – “Author”

Joey you gave me a diamond

Being in business for yourself, in my opinion, is often better than working for someone else. But you may find that it is like trying to run a small hotdog stand next to an active volcano.