"Blessed is the day when a man stops concerning himself about whether or not he is right, and starts concerning himself with what "right" is."

I experienced relief upon the news of the death of Osama Bin Laden.

Now, this relief is quite a different emotion than the happiness, or even jubilation that some seem to be having at the same news.

Osama Bin Laden was an evil man, who deserved to die. And, if given the chance mere weeks after Sept. 11th, I would have likely been elated at the privilege of pulling the trigger myself.

That reaction, however, would have been pure retaliation in rage. 10 years later, rage no longer occupies the mind space I had for the man. I am glad the man is dead. But it's hard to celebrate.

I've written 43 songs about presidential failure. Yet in 24 hours, my Rebecca Black Easter Song parody, "Good Friday" received 4 times more views than my most popular president song has (George Washington). On the plus side, I learned the secret to going viral. Making sure Perez Hilton likes it. The downside to this? Perez simply stripped the video from my YouTube site, put his logo over it, and played the video in his own player. 10,000 views that didn't go to me. The most surprising thing about this whole thing? How guys like Perez Hilton "got it", and so many Christians didn't. Check out my guest post on Matthew Paul Turner's Jesus Needs New PR blog to read more about my lesson regarding satire and the church.

I started packing my own lunch from an early age. But, there were some expectations ingrained in me that I still follow to this day. A lunch consists of:

Sandwich. Fruit. Chips. Dessert.

Of course, there were workarounds for the pubescent mind. Fruit could rightfully substituted for a fruit roll up or Shark Bites fruit snacks. A sandwich could be substituted for a Lunchables make your own pepperoni pizza kit. Even in elementary school, I thought these tasted disgusting. I don't know why I kept making my mom buy them.

But, there was one substitution I was never able to trick my mind into. Because animal crackers aren't crackers. They're cookies. To replace my Doritos with them would simply be disgusting.

"The rich are those who have gambled and won. The poor are those who have gambled and lost. And the miserable are those who have never gambled at all."

More on my Perez Hilton pick-up tomorrow.

Good Friday as a holiday has always bothered me. As a musician, I love the angst. The somber attitude. The darker songs. The melancholy. But, it was all a bit silly for me.

Are we just pretending we don't know what's going to happen on Sunday? Are we merely trying to trick ourselves?

Then, a few years ago, it hit me. We don't grieve out of fear the resurrection may not occur. I grieve because I put Him there. He not only made this sacrifice FOR me, but BECAUSE of me. It's my fault.

I grieve today for what I have done. And I celebrate the grace we have been offered.

I'm starting to really dislike Facebook. Simply because people don't know how to effectively entertain a mass audience. Yes, I'm probably talking to you, as well as reminding myself, yet my desperate need to be liked causes a higher status censorship ratio than most people have.

Think about the people whose statuses you enjoy reading the most. They're probably entertaining. They're probably interesting. And they're probably not all that often.

So what can you do? Think about what percentage of your friend list would be interested in your post before posting it. That means less niche news, and more broad comedy. Be a good communicator. Choose your words carefully. And be more selective with when you speak. Follow these rules, and your friends won't secretly hate/hide* you.

*To make your personal Facebook experience more enjoyable, you can hide those annoying communicators without the public embarrassment of a de-friending. Simply hover your mouse to the right of their post on your wall, and an X should appear, where you can choose to hide them. I've probably hidden half of my friend list. And 40% don't ever post. So, I get the cream of the crop, the 1/10 posts that are most entertaining. Be the 1/10.

This is for churches looking to better engage their Easter-only visitors this weekend.

I sat at my mechanic's for 3 hours this morning, waiting for my brakes to be changed. While there, I was able to witness a small sample size of the common problems that bring people to their mechanic on a Tuesday morning. Many of these problems were computer-based. A sensor malfunctioning of some kind.

Recently, I've noticed that the buttons on my 15-year old alarm clock have gotten slightly harder to push. Its first defect. Yes, I know the technology is night and day difference. But my alarm clock is 15 years old and running. And I haven't gotten a laptop past the 3 year mark yet.

There is a constant desire for the latest and greatest technological breakthroughs. But with these new wonders come new malfunctions we didn't foresee. So, what about this idea?

What if a car manufacturer could more or less perfect a 2005 Honda Civic? It would run flawlessly for 250,000 miles with extraordinarily basic maintenance.

Would you buy this car? Or would you be mad that you couldn't control your windshield wipers via voice command?

I like to think of myself as a gentleman.

But I came to a horrifying conclusion this weekend. I always open the car door for my wife... as long as we're heading toward the vehicle from the passenger side. When we're coming to the car from the driver's side, I allow my very independent wife to manage herself in.

When convenient, I'm chivalrous. When inconvenient, I'm a feminist.

Yes, I agree. I think that's the worst thing I've ever heard, too.