Some of you may not know this, but Loralee and I go way back–to the Thai Restaurant, where Natasha spent more money than she should have on drinks and food. I’ll be frank. I don’t know what to say. Loralee is cooler in person than she is on her blog. On her blog, here, she’s interesting enough, but she really lets the nerd out. At dinner tonight, there was no nerd, but the man sitting beside her–whose company I enjoyed immensely. He is I.T. I am Web Dev. We were made for each other, but I fear the 20-some hours of driving the day before took most of his enthusiasm for computer games out of him. He finished his curry and started to doze off before I could get him to really–I mean really–admit that he loves Battlefield 2 more than her.
That’s unfortunate, but I don’t hold it against him. But I still hold something against both of them: they’re Mormons. Did you know this? Now, if I said they were Jews, people would be up in arms about me chastising their Judaic origins. And don’t you think it’s funny that fundamentalists sometimes refer to their beliefs as judeo-christian, even though they pretty much blame the Jews for Jesus’ little vacation on the cross, and expect most of the Jews to be wiped out when the Judgment comes? I digress. They’re Mormon. I think it’s funny. I think Mormons are funny. Who doesn’t? Telling someone you’re a Mormon is like telling them you’re a professional clown–and not a rodeo clown, those clowns have balls–I’m talking about scare the children, blow up balloons, and drink yourself to sleep clowns.
So, since Alex couldn’t be here, and in the spirit of him sharing his blog with others while he was away, I’ve decided to share something with all of you. Behold:
Jonathan “The Great” Hatch