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August 19, 2008

Why Bryan Hates Gymastics
[Good Sports]

Gymnastics is not a sport.

Don't get me wrong...it's incredibly athletic. I love watching the athletes. They are phenomenal. I just can't suffer the competitions that are not objective. I can't stand the subjectivity in gymnastics.

When Michael Phelps won by .01 seconds, it was disputed, but sustained because it was objective. When Dara Torres lost by .01, it was accepted because despite her fine performance, it came justthisshort.

Then we move to gymnastics. Only in this competition, nobody can get a perfect score. Only in this sport, you can have have a .1 deduction if your right toe lands slightly off parallel, or .5 if you land on your knees instead of your feet....OR reverse both those conditions if your starting difficulties are slightly different than the person that just went before you. Only in gymnastics can this impressive act of grace pictured here score higher than a mistake free routine performed by a competitor whose only error was in wearing a unitard with the letters "U," "S," and "A."

I believe in being the supportive dad from the bleachers. But if I were a gymnastics dad, I think I'd be the guy escorted out by security because of accusing the judges of being drunk, blind, bribed, or some combination of all three.

A friend of mind heard me griping about this lack of objectivity in gymnastics, and he explained something that really helped me understand how the complex scoring system works. You see, at the back of the International Gymnastics Federation scoring book, there apparently is an appendix of rules for Olympic competition. And at the very back of this appendix, there are an assortment of special dictates that have applied in this year's Beijing games:


  • In the case of tie, America always loses

  • Home court advantage: +.5 to final score. Home competitors should be compensated for not being able to enjoy an international destination

  • Non-Americans: 1 free fall, stumble, trip, or faceplant.

  • American gymnasts to be judged by advanced precision robots designed to recognize slightest deviations to perfect performance.

  • Non-American gymnasts to be judged by celebrity "You Think You Can Dance" panel.

So the lesson that we can all learn here today is that Bryan's neck is never more red than when national pride is on the line and all that's right and good in international gymnastics is compromised by pre-adolescent Chinese fudging tumblers (they're sixteen just as much by inverse comparison that I'm 29) and prejudiced international judging bumblers.

I agree...I worked way too hard on that last sentence. I suspect the European judges will give me low marks on execution, despite my high starting score.

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August 13, 2008

The Only Synchronized Swimming I have Ever Enjoyed
[Infotainment]

I'm all about the Olympics, despite the honorable reasons that people have given for boycotting it. It's happening, and so I'm watching. I've decided that I'm going to start over-using the adjective "Phelpsian" to describe anything that is even slightly better than average, in honor of Michael Phelps' fantastic accomplishments. If he indeed wins 8 golds and sets 8 world records in the process...well, Cotter may just have to get his name changed to reflect the achievement.

That being said, I just don't get the men's synchronized diving. It could be the first time an Olympic sport is the result of something inspired by a comedy sketch.

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August 9, 2008

On Truth
[Well Said]

Francis SchaefferTruth demands confrontation -- loving confrontation, but confrontation nevertheless.
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An Open Letter to the Neighborhood Barking Dog
[Life of Bryan]

how I imagine the adresseeDear Yappie McBarky,

From time to time, we all get a little wound up. I understand that. It just seems that lately, you've been wound up...a lot. Daily, we hear your piercing calling card over and over and over and over again. I can only imagine your frustration at the likelihood that nobody is home to hear your plaintive cry and give you the attention you so earnestly desire. We're all a little upset that the temperature has been so consistently hot. Tempers run a little short and we are all a bit quick to bark out...well, for us humans that's more figurative than literal, but still true. Yet, here's what I've learned. Find some shade, and wait silently for a small breeze. The silent part is really important.

Because barking incessantly has become your "thing," and it is know what you are known for in the neighborhood, I thought I could offer a few insights that may help cease your barking and improve your reputation in the community:


  1. This decision of yours unveiled last night to add a 3 AM performance is not going to go over well with the neighbors. I admit that even I, a fan of yours, may have uttered a violent threat to find you, and...well...let's just say that it wasn't a pleasant thought. Matinee performances, while themselves an infuriating experience, are really your forte'.

  2. You live in DFW, and airplanes will be flying overhead daily. They cannot hear you, and they are no threat to land in your yard. You don't need to threaten them with a series of staccato barks.

  3. I'm pretty sure that there are no other dogs who will answer your calls. I've lived here three years now, and your act is pretty much a solo one. While you no doubt are the Cal Ripken of barking dogs, even the Iron Man short stop knew when to hang up the cleats. It's time to go into the dug out...or dog house.

  4. The full moon should not be confused for a spot light. And it is not shining on you.

  5. The squirrels are part of the neighborhood. We all have to live with them. They will, from time to time, run across your fence top. The little critters do it to just antagonize you. Don't give them the satisfaction of seeing you so upset. If you really want to frustrate them, let me suggest that you just smile at them and give them a little doggy wave. Kill them with kindness!

If I'm right about this, you probably haven't been trained to read any form of written human communication, much less English. Even so, I do hope your owner will somehow come across this letter while doing an Internet search for canine laryngitis will be moved to read it to you in a way that conveys the heart of my plea for you to shut your yapping yaw...at least during the nighttime hours. I imagine that you are napping right now, probably comfortably on your master's bed. And they may be tiptoeing around you, so as not to rouse you. So, until you awake to again regale me with an account of your latest doggie dream in a language I'll never understand apart from some barking-related advance in Rosetta Stone technology, I remain....

Respectfully,

Bryan

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August 2, 2008

This just in...
[Editor-ial]

From Ron Burgundy's personal library, here's a couple newscast related videos that demonstrate the value of editorial oversight...just because.

The difference between a period and a comma...

This one is awesome...all weathermen should be required to dress this way...

Either this guy has registered with the authorities, or he has a legitimate grievance to file...

He's not just a reporter, but also a sufferer...

Do they offer a college class that helps avoid those awkward silences and weird transitions?

A local favorite...

And we close with the classic...Boom Goes the Dynamite.

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Sung to the tune of Reunited
[Life of Bryan]

I have started a blog over at my hometown paper...because they offer it, I guess. I had a very happy childhood and I love my hometown. So to me, it is a way to stay connected there. I'll probably cross-post a lot.

Anyway, I blogged there today about family reunions. The McAnally family reunion is going on this weekend...and this is the closest I can get to it.

Does your family do the reunion? Do you partake? What makes your reunions special? My inquiring mind wants to know.

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August 1, 2008

Imperfect Prayer
[Punchline]

From the inbox:

Dewey goes to the local revival and listens to the preacher. After a while the preacher asks anyone with needs to be prayed over to come forward to the front at the altar.

Dewey gets in line, and when it's his turn the preacher asks: "Dewey, what do you want me to pray about for you?"

Dewey replies: "Preacher, I need you to pray for my hearing."

The preacher puts one finger in Dewey's ear, and he places the other hand on top of Dewey's head and prays and prays.

After a few minutes, the preacher removes his hands, stands back and asks: "Dewey, how is your hearing now?"

Dewey says, "I don't know, Reverend, it ain't until next Wednesday."

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July 23, 2008

Having a Beef with Matthew McConaughey
[News to Me]

Matthew McConaughey is the new spokesperson for the Beef Council. His take on the "Beef, it's what's for dinner" slogan cracks me up.

here is the radio ad in its entirety. Rumors that he taped the ads sans shirt are unsubstantiated...but probably true.

Did you know that the Beef Council budgets $15 million a year just to advertise beef? That's a lot of moolah! (I got a million of 'em)

I don't know if "Beef Council" should beef capitalized...but it seems like it should beef. And I also wonder if you can beef elected to the Beef Council the same way you get elected to Student Council. I suspect council candidates make posters and buttons that say things like "Vote for Chuck for Beef Council President! He's Grade A!"

An excerpt of Barry Porterhouse's campaign speech:


    I believe that beef rocks! It's not the white meat...or even 'the other white meat.' It's beef! It's a thick-cut, pearl-ribboned steak hickory grilled on a summer day. It is the king of all meats. And if you elect me, Barry Porterhouse, to Beef Council President, I will make sure that this year's Beef Ball is the best dance in Council history. We will bring in the B-52s to sing, because if you say their name fast, it sounds like "Beef iffy, toos!" And that rocks! I will take all our beef interests to the annual International Meat Interest Convention where we will once again dominate in the Annual Meat Cup Competition. Vote for Porterhouse. Beef, it's what's for dinner!"

and the rest is history.


*now that I'm finished, I've taken the time to actually research and see that apparently the Beef Council is actually the National Cattlemen's Beef Association. I'm surprised this hasn't angered feminist beef-eaters. There is, however, a Beef Board, which is close enough to a Beef Council for me. If you want to serve on a Beef Council, you can only do so at the state level.

Confessionally, I'm not much in to the Top 40. I acknowledge it exists, but I'd prefer to listen to sports talk. However, I don't tend to label everything 'evil' simply because it is secular.

Yesterday, though, our oldest daughter (11 at the time of this writing) was asked to clean her room and as is typical, she complied. As I passed by her room, I heard music coming from her radio but thought little of it...she has an iPod player, and I'm aware of all the songs on it. I didn't recognize the music, but I went on my blind little way, since the music could have been one of a dozen different songs that all sound the same to my untrained ear.

A little while later, she approached me and - appearing upset - asked to speak with me. I assumed a sibling was to blame. She said, "Daddy...I had the radio on, and a song came on...." and she began to cry.

"What did it say?" I asked.

"A girl was singing, and she said, 'I kissed a girl...and I liked it.'"

And this is where we diverted to the unplanned conversation about the unfortunate reality of some of the content that is fighting for your attention. I had asked her why she thought this message was so upsetting to her, and she couldn't articulate it well until she ultimately said, "It's just...wrong. And she was singing it like it was...right."

The truth is, Kelli had heard this song on the radio a time ago and had mentioned it to me. She expressed the same concern and frustration, particularly because the song had an appealing sound. She had said then that this was one of the most troubling songs she had heard in a long time, especially because it was popular and would be on the air a lot. I admit being concerned because Kelli was concerned...but then forgetting about it because I saw a shiny object on the ground.

So after my daughter and I talked it through and she's said that she's "okay," I have to say that I'm still not okay.

The truth is, I'm angry.

I'm angry that there is yet another front on the war against my family. My children...even at 6,9, and 11, are not ignorant when it comes to the reality of homosexual relationships. But they have never been exposed to the advocacy of it...particularly not from within our home.We've been diligent to safeguard our television, and we are disciplined with the children's use of our computer and the Internet. They've seen same-sex couples on television as part of the news or on reality TV, but always in a context where we can acknowledge it and frame its reference according to our world-view.

As much as I'm angry about this forced advocacy that demands our attention, I confess that I'm also sad (at least as much as I am angry). I'm sad at the loss of innocence and my daughter's gain of awareness of this particular manifestation of sin and lust. I don't understand the psychology of music...but as an adult, I acknowledge that the influence of music is far greater than what I thought it to be when I was inundated by persuasive messages as an adolescent.

I know that as my daughter matures, she will face these issues...she will have friends who will make poor choices. I know she'll be vulnerable to the same things all kids are susceptible to. I'm just sad that this particular situation had to happen in this way. I'm sad that a musical artist who is completely aware of her market and her impressionable audience has chosen to advocate an action that dishonors young ladies and idealizes demeaning behavior. We all bear the burden of eventual accountability...even for the choices made in the foolishness of youth.

I, too, am disappointed in the message, because the music is indeed catchy (paging Danny Terrio). I can understand why its popular, as far as the sound goes. With that concession, please know that my links here are not endorsements...just the opposite, really. At the end of the day, I think one of the worst mistakes we can make as parents is to bury our heads in the sand and be ignorant to the things that are popular in our kids' worlds.

The video

The lyrics

Here's a Fox News commentary on it, with some good insight from a child psychologist.

I also encourage you to take the time to read this article about the songstress, Katy Perry. She began her singing career six years ago as a Christian artist under her given name, Katy Hudson. As the daughter of traveling evangelists, she said at the time of her singing, "I know I've been called for a purpose, and that God has had His hand on me."

Here's her song "Faith Won't Fail." Its lyrics are great, the tune is barely listen-able.

She also sang these revealing words to her 2008 song, Lost:

    "Have you ever been so lost
    Known the way and still so lost ...
    My mother says I should come back home but
    Can't find the way cause the way is gone
    So if I pray am I just sending words into outer space"

The sentiment from this excerpt is evident in this interview (relevant up to about the 2:33 mark) she gave, where, she still claims to follow Christ, but acknowledges that this is a time of spiritual wandering. Her analogy is quite articulate, and illustrates that if you don't deliberately, intentionally, purposefully, and actively live out your faith, you will indeed find yourself swept away.

Who could have known that her 2001 song Spit from the beginning of her career, would one day be so prescient?

    If You came by me would I crown You my King
    Or brush You off as though I really didn't see
    If You walked by my side would our souls then be unified
    I swore Your name would never be denied

    But I took up this hammer
    And laughed at all Your slander
    And pierced Your hands
    With the nails of blasphemy
    How could I do this? I don't know
    Said something forced me to it, so
    Spit in Your face and passed You by
    (I'd forgotten those words "your name won't be denied")

    But time and time again I'd live that life of sin
    I knew it hurt you bad but I wasn't ready to give in
    "Maybe someday," but not this day I said
    I wanted to live my life I was willing to pay the price

    CHORUS

    But looking into my eyes I knew You felt this heart's cry
    I needed You bad my life was oh so sad
    But looking back at all this pain, this guilt, this strife
    Would You take it all away if I were to give you back my life?

    But You said "I've forgiven thee"
    And You said "I've forgiven thee"

As a post-script, here's where else I find myself angry...it's at the Christian recording industry. In this interview (posted at the Southern Baptist Student e-zine "GO"), Katy is described as "deep," but acknowledges that she hadn't been in the Bible in months. I am angry that an entire industry exists that tries to make celebrities out of immature believers and places upon them the overwhelming mantle of "worship leader." The whole process cheapens both words of the description, and usually at the cost of the person who has been thrust into the spotlight. Here's a link to another blog report from a like-minded person.

I think one reason why I don't tend to listen to a lot of Christian radio is because I've seen it operate too much like the secular industry, and I don't feel obligated to patronize them simply because they say the name Jesus and offer empty platitudes of devotion to the One who died so I can live. I acknowledge my secular tastes are eclectic, but my expectations for them are low. My worship preferences are limited, but that's because my expectations are much higher.

I'm not angry at Katy Perry/Hudson for her song. I'm angry at an enemy who deceives us with false promises and forbidden fruit. I'm angry that this enemy hinders potential and corrupts testimonies. I'm angry that we all sometimes fail, and the enemy will use our failures to derail others or attempt to impugn Christ. I'm angry that we forget we have been bought for a price and that the cares of this world are at times more alluring to us than the sure promises of our creator and redeemer.

Katy herself uses words that are synonymous with being a prodigal. I know lots of prodigals. I minister to prodigals and to the families of prodigals. They need and deserve prayer and ministry, not scorn and judgment. I hope you'll join me in prayer for the Hudson family...not in the "poor, poor them" type of prayer, but in the powerful request that God does something remarkable in this young woman's life that will take this seemingly low point and bring much glory to himself through it.

Growing up, we knew him as Johnny-Mo. Along with my brother, he was part of Moffat County's greatest football team as a lineman. He led in the friendly hazing of underclassmen. Today, he is the beard-growing champion of Craig, Colorado.

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July 13, 2008

96/365 Sonny
[40x365]

Georgia's governor is also dad to our former pastor, Jim. We watched a Super Bowl together. He played catch with Cotter. At church, he talked with the kids about their state testing scores. They thought he graded the exams himself.

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July 12, 2008

95/365 David
[40x365]

Dave is Jon's brother by adoption. I always thought his comic books were cool - Elf Quest, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Before they were TMNT). Dave always said he would one day be in comics...today he's a video game designer. Good call!

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July 11, 2008

94/365 Jon
[40x365]

My best pre-teenage friend, Jon introduced me to parachute pants, Motley Crue and Guns 'N Roses. He wore a rented tuxedo to the 8th-grade dance before moving away. He showed up for my wedding rehearsal dinner, but missed our wedding.

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Remember When...8th Grade
[Life of Bryan]

In an attempt to digitize as much of my history as possible, what follows is a collection of 8th grade end-of-the-year memories that ran in the student paper. It's preserved for posterity here.

Remember When...


  1. Alan Weitz shoved an entire Oreo Ice Cream in his mouth. I do remember this...and this nasty dairy mess that resulted. It was surpassed a couple years later when Chris Winey put an entire Double Whopper with Cheese into his piehole after a two-a-day football practice.
  2. Wade Houck ran for "Head Girl." I do remember this, too. I didn't find this as funny as most others did. Probably because if I had done a similar thing, my brother Jamie would have beat me senseless for the ripple effect it could have had on his own popularity.
  3. Stacy Bell played Super Girl. Again, no recollection of this whatsoever.
  4. Troy Rosencutter, Jon Gulisano, David Gulisano, and Bryan McAnally were singing "The Love Boat" over Spring Break. I do remember this...we were doing things we weren't supposed to be doing and we thought it was funny to commemorate it to sing the theme song from an Aaron Spelling creative vehicle. On an unrelated note, did you know that some scientists believe that the male cognitive processes do not fully develop until late in adolescence?

And two song dedications:
To: Becca
From: Bryan
"Why Can't This be Love?"

To: Troy
From: Stacy
"Endless Love"

aah...perspective is a beautiful thing. Especially when you realize how little of it you actually possessed when you were 12 and 13 years old.

And we conclude this skip down obscure memory lane with the advice column written by P.A.T...a clever acronym for Amy Pankonin (P), Angel Sexton (A), and Trisha Decker (T).

    Dear P.A.T., I like this guy, and I've heard that he likes me, too. The problem is that one of my good friends also likes him, and I don't want to hurt her. What Should I do? Hurt

    Dear Hurt,
    Ask your friend if she has any other guy that she likes. If she doesn't, ask her how she would feel if you went out with that guy.
    P.A.T.

Seriously, what could go wrong with this plan? If I remember my teenage years (and I think I've established that I clearly do...not so much), then I can remember that every single one of those conversations went something like this:

Veronica: Hey Betty...I noticed Jughead looking at you. But I know you like Archie. Is there any chance you would be interested in Jughead?

Betty: No....Archie is the only guy for me...he's swell.

Veronica: Hmmm...Betty, how would you feel if I went out with Archie?

Betty: I HATE YOU, YOU BACKSTABBER!

And then Veronica and Archie dated anyway. Until Moose came along, but that's another comic adventure altogether.

Today, if I were P.A.T., my advice would be something like...

Dear Hurt,
You're in 8th grade. Go do your homework. Play a sport. Quit worrying about boys. They are years behind you mentally and emotionally. Trust me on this.

note: the top photo is actually from 9th grade...apparently, I'm a little short on evidence that 8th grade actually took place. Some of the people mentioned in the memories above can be found in the photo.

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July 10, 2008

93/365 Kristine
[Life of Bryan]

As a senior, I dated her (a freshman). When I broke up, I did it by taking a letter she had written me, correcting in red ink all the grammar and spelling errors, and noting the breakup as a postscript.

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