That computer is RACIST!

Today's sign that people are looking to hard for a slight? Apparently the new Tranformer movie has some racially degrading dialogue.

One of the culprits of this racially degrading jargon is none other than voice behind beloved cartoon icon Sponge Bob SquarePants - caucasian actor Tom Kenny. The horrors!

And honestly, didn't we go through this same thing a mere decade ago with Jar Jar Biggs? Jar Jar was "the fool" just as Skids and MudFlap are the "fools". Entertaining us through their stupidity just as jesters have done for the last millenium.

I guess what bothers me most about this hullabaloo is not that there are racially sensitive people reacting to a children's movie in a predictable manner, but rather that its overshadowing the return to the big screen of Megan Fox.

When and if I see Transformers 2 it will be entirely based upon my desire to thoroughly inspect Megan Fox thoroughly inspecting a car in short shorts and as little else as possible.

Like so....

Why am I the Luckiest man alive?

It's quite the claim, I'm aware. Luckiest. Man. Alive.

Well, there's the fact that I smoked cigarettes for 12 years and was able to quit cold turkey and preserve years on the end of my life. But lots of people do that.

I guess I could claim its because on my 21st birthday I went skydiving, lied about my weight, and yet my tandem jump didn't result in a Wil E. Coyote-ish Matt Slebos sized hole in the ground. But many have jumped and lived to tell about it.

I suppose it might resonate with people when I say that I've traveled a good part of the world, and lived in some of the greatest places on earth - but there are many more well travelled than I.

No, in the end, I'm the luckiest guy on earth because this is my wife:



this is my son:



and this guy didn't kill me:

Initial post

When trying to figure out a quality and appropriately awesome name for this blog, I bantered with a co-worker.

The following ensued:

Me: "what do you think about the title According to the GoldenBoy?
Is that too random?"

Her: "Youre not the golden boy."

Me: "What?!"

Her: "You're not. You're not Hispanic or a boxer or tiny."

Me: "True."

Her: "or oscar de la hoya."

And so "According to the GoldenBoy" died a simple and painless death, falling softly away into cyberspace amid long forgotten instant messages.