Your iPhone Will Not Save You

Technology is one of those few things I give up on before I even try. Every day some new company comes out with some new fin-fangle gadget that the majority of the population feels they can’t live without. Not that there’s anything horribly wrong with that (a few of the people I care the most about fall into this category), but here are a couple reasons why I never will never be that person.

1. At the rate at which technology becomes obsolete, I really don’t see the point in even trying to keep up. Why throw away a perfectly good cell phone just because it’s not the latest and greatest model?

2. I have a computer, a cell phone, and an ipod. I therefore do not need a gadget that’s all of those things in one.

3. In the inevitable event that society breaks down, the world comes to an end, and we are all attacked by zombies, is your iphone going to save you? The answer is no. Because at that point there will be no electricity and so once the battery dies, that’s the end of that. The most effective thing your gadget can be used for is to throw at the zombie and hope you daze them long enough to run away. But even then that trick only works once, unless you’re really willing to go and ask the zombie for your iphone back.

Dead Sharks are Fun!!!

I've been trying to publish this post for days, but my internet's been a little unreliable so keep in mind that this post is a little old.

While strolling along the beach today (in New Zealand! heehee), I came across a dead shark. Naturally, I wanted to touch it. So I did.

I'm famous and crap!!

Below is a clip for a commercial I starred in, and by "starred in" I mean I'm on camera for one second and you can tell it's me if you close one eye and blur your vision in the other.

See if you can spot me. It'll be like 'Where's Waldo?'

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cx4CkU5BcEg

allergies = cruel and unusual punishment

Up until three days ago, I was impressed by my lack of allergy attacks this spring. Well, I obviously jinxed myself because as soon as Kristin and I arrived at her sister's house in West Jordan Monday night, the sneezing commenced and has yet to cease.

While we are on the subject, I would like to express my true feelings concerning allergies. I hate them with a fiery passion. If I had to choose between suffering from an allergy attack and dying (note: this would be a quick, relatively painless death), I don't know which one I'd pick.

So, basically, my body is just stupid. Allergies occur when your body thinks that something harmless (like pollen, dander, etc.) is a deadly virus that wants to kill you. Your body overreacts and tries to fight off the "deadly virus" but ends up just making you miserable for no apparent reason. Something obviously wasn't thought out very thoroughly.

This is how I envision the whole "virus vs pollen vs stupid immune system" scenario in my head.

Anyway, enough about me. How are you?

I Am Karma's Blog

I'm having a bit of an identity crisis. When Karma first created me three years ago, she was an awkward college freshman. O, how she would fill my posts with her crazy school antics. Then she has the nerve to go and graduate! Does she not realize who I am? My entire identity depended on her being in school! I don't know what to do anymore. I wander the streets, wondering, "Who am I?"

oh, it's on...

One of my BYU professors is going to New Zealand this summer from May to June to do an anthropological study, and I somehow managed to weasel my way in, which means that I'm going to New Zealand after graduation suckers. The plan is to leave May 1st. That's right, be jealous.

Richard and the Bats

Having friends in the film program means that I get invited (aka dragged, jk) to all the student film events. The SFA (Student Film Association) met a few weeks ago and featured a dozen or so films and commercials made by students at BYU. The hands-down winner of the night was titled "Richard and the Bats." I was fortunate enough to stumble upon it online the other day and will now share it with you (don't you feel lucky?).

Reverse Gay-dar

According to my sister Kelli, I suffer from what you would call "reverse gay-dar." Rather than sniffing out and disregarding men who appear to be gay, I instead sniff them out and become instantly attracted. It's not that I want what I can't have, it's just that I honestly don't realize they're gay.

OK, here's the back story. My first year at BYU, there was this guy that lived in my apartment complex who I thought was a Greek god reincarnate. Seriously, he was HOT. And the fact that he dressed well made him even hotter. In fact, he dressed a little too well. My friend picked up on this and teased me that he was gay, but I disregarded her with the rationalization that, "we're at BYU." Rock solid argument, I know.

Anyways, I was looking at one of my friend's facebook page the other night and saw that she was friends with that certain "old flame" (I wish) and asked her what the connection was (and I won't lie, I wanted her to hook me up). She promptly replied, stating that she was "tight with the underground BYU gay community," had met him through "one of his boyfriends," and that he was "gay, gay, gay, gay, GAY."

I always had a feeling that my affinity towards metro guys would eventually cause problems.

Working Girl

As of Friday, I officially have a job doing graphic design for the BYU Anthropology department (basically, I help make charts and graphs for the archaeology publications).

Last Wednesday, my crew chief from field school e-mailed me saying that he was looking to hire someone to pretty much be his assistant and that he remembered from field school that I had "good drafting skills and was very detail oriented," and offered me a job right there on the spot. I figured "what they hey," so I took it. I start on Tuesday.

Rooftop Messages

My entire family (all 22 of us!) was able to get together for the holidays this year and in order to maximize family bonding, we've been getting together practically everyday for some sort of activity. One involved gingerbread houses. All the houses turned out beautifully, but their fatal mistake was letting me decorate one of the rooftops.


There is still a debate within the Kerr household as to whether this message is intended for Santa Claus or extra terrestrials.