In case you were wondering about any of the links at the top of the page.

The first is the link to this blog’s home page.  It will take you to the home page.

Same with the About page, although you’ll probably find that one slightly more useful.  It provides basic background of me, which will may be helpful when contextualizing some of my writing.

The Writing link will direct you to my WritersCafe page, where I have several pieces of writing.  I started this page before I got a DeviantArt and realized that you could put writing there, but I kind of like the homely feel of this website as well.  Here you can find several of my short works of fiction as well as a few poems and philosophical essays.

The Deviations link goes to my DeviantArt.  There I have mostly photography, but also a few 3D images that I made in my Intro to 3D class.

Creator is the name of a band I kind of started.  When I make music I release it under that name.  This link will send you to the ReverbNation page for Creator.  I have yet to make any songs of legitimate value, so basically everything there should be free to listen to or download.

Brandimation is the blog I started to showcase my work for the Animation BFA.  I have since decided to switch majors, so this blog is subject to change its name, location, or possibly even state of existence.

The I’m a Mormon link sends you to my profile.  There you can find out more about my association with the Church as well as a few doctrinal questions I have answered.

So if you’re bored and I haven’t posted anything recently, go check out what I have on those other pages and tell me if you like it.


I hate being a connoisseur of what I can’t replicate.

I love concept art.  As far as animation goes, which is a pretty cool thing in the first place, I’m interested most in the very beginning and the very end – the visual development and character design and the final rendered pristine high definition movie.  Unfortunately, I have decided that as much as I like concept art and was thinking of pursuing it through the Animation BFA, I couldn’t get over the fact that I don’t like to draw.

Weird, huh?  I love this kind of art but I don’t like drawing?  I suppose that’s partially because I’m bad at it.  I find it very hard to visualize and flesh out creative designs that look nice.  I can make interesting images using design principles and somewhat imitate models from life, but it is extremely difficult for me to merge the two into a successful character, prop, environment, etc.  When people do do this, I’m amazed.  I admire it a lot.  There are plenty of fabulous designers and artists who create characters that are real enough for audiences to identify with but stylized enough to portray character while maintaining simplicity and good design.

I cannot do that.  It took me a while to get that thought through my thick head, but it did eventually.

That’s why I’m changing my major to Computer Science.  I am fantastic with computers.  Just look at my animation blog (it’s the link at the top that says “Brandimation”) and you’ll see my LEGO minifigure and the butterfly (after scrolling down a lot) that I made for my 3D modeling class.  Then look here and here (scroll past the good ones; yes, there are some kids who are at my level, not that I’m being arrogant or anything) and you’ll see that a lot of people just don’t get it.  But they can draw.  I can’t.  I can learn how to use software faster than anyone else, I can be resourceful when solving problems, and I have a lot of experience using computers.  But I can’t make a good design for the life of me.

It is one of my dreams (along with being married with a family and touring the country in a rock band; guess which one is most likely come true) to have the ability to create in such a marvelous way.  I find it hard to even imitate the style of other artists without essentially copying their work exactly.  I have always admired ability; perhaps I admire it most when I have little hope of progressing to the point where I can compete with it.

I like to tell myself that I could get there if I just drew in a sketchbook every day.  For a while, I did.  I had to think so hard to come up with ideas of things to draw, and sometimes I just drew the human figure or design elements that looked like practice.  When I did have an idea, whatever I put on paper looked nothing like it.  This was all very discouraging.  Maybe it got a little easier as time went on, but I felt like it wasn’t worth fighting my natural instinct to create order and solve identifiable problems so I could do something which I disliked every aspect of besides the final result.  Sure I liked to look back through my sketchbook to see what I had drawn before, but when it came to drawing something new, I might rather read one of my textbooks or write an essay.

And that’s the thing.  I like calculus.  I like writing.  I like piano improv.  I like messing around on the computer.  Those are all things that lead to the logical conclusion of me being a computer programmer.  I’m lazy and I want the computer to do things for me rather than figure it out myself (another problem I have with drawing – figuring things out).  As long as I can learn how to do something once, I am content with making a computer do it perfectly forever.

I’m just trying to justify myself and my decision.  Being a huge art skeptic before I came to college, I was surprised at how willing I was to call myself an artist for the sake of pursuing something I should have realized that I couldn’t compete in.  It was good for me to learn design so I could recognize good art when I saw it, and it certainly helped me to appreciate art a lot more, but that didn’t change the fact that I couldn’t do it.

And I’m wagering I still can’t.  My mind doesn’t think that way, at least not now.  I’m hoping that sometime, if not in this life then the next, that I’ll be able to create through this marvelous thing which is design.  Until then, I console myself with the fact that if I get good enough at what I can do, I will be able to facilitate good design by making the tools necessary to more easily create it, and therefore see the results of others’  work by involving myself with people who have the ability that I lack.


“Help is there, all you have to do is ask for it.”

This is what one of the people in my old ward said after he helped me move out.  I hadn’t asked him or anyone else to assist me; he had seen me moving boxes and offered to aid me of his own accord.  His statement and actions taught me an important lesson: it’s okay to ask for help.

Most of the time I try to do everything myself.  I am fine with giving other people help, whether it be through service, donation, or loaning of capital, but I am reluctant to accept the same from others.  I tell myself that I don’t want to be burdensome.  As with many other of my character traits, I can trace this back to my childhood, where I was very independent from an early age.

But honestly, there are quite a few people who are willing to do you favors if you would just ask.  Especially Mormons.  It’s okay to give up some of your pride and ask for assistance every once in a while.  I’m not saying that you should be a glutton of society’s aid and never do anything for yourself, but you don’t need to work all day and night doing every single thing for yourself if you can find help for at least a few of them.  Especially if other people are more capable than you are. For example, while at college I find quite often that I need to go to the market for groceries.  Unfortunately, the market is rather far away, and I don’t have a car.  Instead of walking to the store or taking the bus, I can simply ask one of my roommates for a ride then next time they are heading in that direction.

This seems obvious.  Of course I could just ask.  But for some reason, I have trouble.

If we have a problem with asking for help, I think it is usually because we don’t want to inconvenience others.  Remember – there are ways we can overcome most of this and still receive aid.  What can we do?  For one, it’s admirable to ask for help in a way that fits with the plans of your benefactor and makes things easier for him or her.  We can also return favors by serving those who help us or simply passing along (for further study, see the Kindness Boomerang).

For those familiar with the doctrine of my Church, this idea has application there too.  The Infinite Atonement is an endless fountain of help that we can tap into at any time.  It costs nothing to ask for help and forgiveness from the Lord Jesus Christ and He will give you as much as you need to recover.

Consider the small amount of effort it takes to help someone else, and remember that every time you feel unsure about asking for your own small favor.  People become happier by trading acts of service, and you and I can both help perpetuate this cycle.



Or how to write things good.

Not really.  This post isn’t supposed to teach you how to write with good rhetoric, it is to stress the importance of having it.  Rather hypocritical, I know.  Maybe I’ll write another post that actually helps people later.

I have always valued good rhetoric.  When I say rhetoric, I mean the effective word use, phrase and sentence structuring, and general organization of language in a way that is easy to read, concise when necessary, and, if possible, interesting to peruse.  Generally I like to think that I have pretty good rhetoric.  Read my blog and let me know if I actually do or not.  Regardless of my own skill, I tend to judge everybody else’s writing mostly based on rhetoric. It doesn’t matter to me as much if they have an amazing imagination or interesting things to say if they can’t say them in a way that I feel comfortable reading.

In a way, I have a hierarchy of reading.  The very first level, or requirement for me to read, is legibility: if a typeface or sample of handwriting is too difficult for me to read, I won’t even bother trying to do so.  Next is language: because I speak English natively, I may not be able to or not care to read any other language besides my own.  Third is design: if text is presented in a way that I am distracted by poor design such as the use of Comic Sans or poor color choices such as red text on a teal background with yellow links, I will ignore the text presented and move on to a more pleasant sample of writing.

If text has sufficiently satisfied each of these prerequisite requirements, each of which can be discerned by a quick glance, then I will proceed to read and judge a work based on rhetoric first, then style, and then character and setting development.  Rhetoric comes first because it is absolutely painful for me to read through text with typos, grammar fails, or other errors.  If poor rhetoric is used it may appear in every paragraph, sentence, or even line of text – not just once every chapter or page.  It can be found through the reading of just a short sample of the text.  Style, character, and setting development I can be more relaxed about because they involve more opinion, but I still list them in that order due to ease of perception.  It is much easier to recognize someone’s style than to identify I character they’ve made or setting they’ve described, especially if either was expressed through someone else’s style.

As you may notice, my blog exemplifies every one of my requirements.  My writing is legible, as it is a readable computer typeface.  It is in the preferred language of English, or at least for whatever part of my audience speaks English.  It is designed well, as I am using Helvetica. It is written with decent, albeit casual, rhetoric.  It displays a reasonably developed and interesting style, if I do say so myself, with random quirks which I hope are entertaining.  The character and setting, which are me and my life, are also somewhat interesting I hope, but I understand if they are not.  Even I am occasionally bored with my ordinary life, however safe and blessed I may be to have it.

That is why I like good rhetoric.  And now you know how I judge writing.

Until next,

And you wonder why we boys do it so much…

I tell you why.  There are three main reasons that I show off; I don’t know if I speak for all other boys though.

The first is to get attention.  Who doesn’t like attention?  I like attention so much, I am willing to do crazy things to capture it.  Some people enjoy gaining attention so much they pester and annoy others for it.  I try not to.  But showing off?  That doesn’t hurt anybody.  Except me.  Sometimes.  But not usually.

I don’t like to explicitly ask for attention.  I don’t want to draw attention to myself by being the loudest or most talkative person present.  Hence my usual silence in group conversations, offset by the occasional soft-spoken comment.  To make up for this, I show off.  People will notice if you do cool or interesting things.  They probably notice less than I think they will when I do something, but I’m sure it captures at least some of their attention.  I like to think that showing off will make me more memorable, so I do it regardless of whether or not it actually works like that.

The second reason I show off is because it’s fun.  Even if no one is around I’ll still leap up onto a high wall or drop down from a tall ledge because it gives me a sense of ability and I like the experience of flying through the air.  Whenever I have a chance to display one of my talents, I’ll take it.  I like to see the limits of what my body can do.  It’s also good practice – I don’t get good at things just by doing them when other people are around, I have to do it all the time on my own.  Having pressure from other people actually increases your abilities, but only in areas that you have been well trained.

The third reason I show off is to let off stress. It’s extremely liberating to go do something super awesome and feel like a boss.  When life isn’t treating me right, I go show off a skill that I have regardless and return the setback with a positive.  That’s part of the reason why I might improvise on the piano and jump off the ledge to our fire escape and random intervals throughout the day.  I distract myself from emotional pain with self indulgence and narcissism.

Of course, I do put limits on what I do.  I don’t go completely crazy and attempt difficult feats that I haven’t thought all the way through.  To this day I have not broken any bones, gotten stitches, or been hospitalized at all for anything besides being born.  Maybe I’m lucky, but I also think that I am a pretty good judge of my abilities and I try to stay within the boundaries of what I can actually do.

This is just my perspective on things.  Let me know how accurate I’m being here.


Sometimes, I feel emotions that have nothing to do with my environment.  I feel unconditionally and irrationally sad or happy or frustrated or afraid or excited.  Like right now. I took three tests today, two of which were finals, and didn’t do spectacularly on any of them. Because I spent the day studying by myself, I hardly talked to anyone.  I feel like I should feel super depressed and angsty, but I’m actually rather happy.  I have no idea why.

I do find that two things can change my emotion (usually for the better) on a rather consistent basis.  They can at least temporarily counteract this strange phenomenon I experience.  Those two things are music and people.

Music almost always changes my emotion, especially if what I feel nearly matches what the song expresses.  Even when it doesn’t, I still adjust to the song – happy, upbeat, fast paced songs will still make me feel excited and optimistic even when I am lethargic and melancholy.  However, if I feel frustrated or hurt, songs that reflect selfishness and enduring through the pains of life have a much greater effect on me.  Music rarely makes me feel bad about myself, though.  Usually it makes me feel like I must be strong and brave to face all the pain and adversity I do in life, or else simply happy to be alive.

Other people can cheer me up too.  If I spend time with others, especially friends, I can forget myself and instead be involved in their successes and problems.  I think this is one of the reasons extroverts are usually happier than introverts – because they spend so much time with others they forget their own setbacks and therefore have a more cheerful attitude.

But there are times, like now, where it seems little can affect my emotion.  All rational causes of what I might feel seem like they ought to make me break down or even cry, but instead I’m smiling.  What is wrong with me?


What is it?

All too often I hear people say “You have good taste in music,” or “They don’t have very good taste.”  I’m pretty sure they really mean “I like the same music you do,” or “Their opinions are different from mine.”

Can we really make a statement that essentially defines someone’s standing or acceptance in society simply because they have similar interests as ourselves?  Is it right to assume that we are the authority in defining what is good, acceptable, and proper in the realm of opinion?

I know I’m over analyzing this simple phrase a bit, but things like this bug me.  Mostly because of the distorted perceptions that result from hearing comments similar to those mentioned above.  When people hear statements praising their taste, they can be beguiled into thinking that what they like is popular or “correct.”

But there is no correct or incorrect taste.  There are only tastes which do not agree with each other.

In addition, popularity should not affect how much we like something.  I say this hypocritically as I let popularity affect my tastes, but I still strive for the ideal.  An example of how society affects me: often I find I enjoy music less if other people like it first.  I gain a sense of pride from discovering a song before someone else does.  I also feel that my unique tastes differentiate me from the crowd.  I don’t really care that few others like the same music I do except for the fact that it makes it difficult to get requests played at parties.

Unfortunately, popularity seems to influence people a lot more than it should.  Because of peer pressure and need for acceptance, people abandon their true tastes and pretend to enjoy something because the crowd does.  Either that or everyone else but me really does like the same things and I’m oblivious.  Regardless of the truth, however, people should not be afraid to resist conforming or hiding what they like.  The uniqueness in human taste perpetuates variety in the way we design our world – cars, houses, buildings, appliances, music, movies, sports, clothes, electronics, and more come in countless shapes, colors, sizes, weights, and more because people are different.  How much better would it be to have even more variety and choice because people are not afraid to express what they truly enjoy?

Everyone has good taste in their own eyes.  That’s good.  But, if we tried to sustain one taste as supreme, defining the rest as inferior, the world would be a very boring place indeed.


Or why I like storms.

I think I have a rather different perception of weather than everyone else.  Most people I know, especially my mom, prefer the temperature outside to be around 72ยบ with a cloudless sky and little wind.  If you’re wondering why I’m from Southern California, it’s because of the presence of good weather coupled with the fact that my mom usually gets what she wants.

When people see a diversion from this weather scenario (or essentially what the indoors are like with A/C, heat, and lights) they may complain about it or let it dampen their mood.  I’m not really sure why, seeing as quite a few of those people live in environments where they can simply walk inside to obtain the ideal weather experience.

I am the complete opposite.  When I discover “poor” weather, such as snow, heat waves, thunderstorms, rain, and hail, I get excited.  I can’t wait to go outside and experience the different sounds, smells, temperatures, and sights associated with these changes.

I attribute this greatly to my sheltering from weather experiences.  Since the year 1999 I have lived in a small suburban town with weather so mild you could comfortably live outside year round.  We have two seasons: spring and fall.  Our deciduous trees are also evergreens.  It rains less than ten days out of the year.  Extreme temperatures and high winds are nonexistent.

Sounds like the place to live, right?  I disagree.  Despite the fact that all of this weather is nice, it is also incredibly boring.

So boring, that when I hear thunder, I get excited.  When it rains, I make excuses to go outside and walk around.  If it hailed or snowed, I’d take a video of it happening.

I thought some of this would go away once I moved to Provo.  Apparently not.  This past year we’ve had what I’m sure is the mildest winter Utah has experienced in a while. It probably snowed on a little more than fifteen different days.  Most of this snow either didn’t stick or melted within a few hours.  It was rather cold, but not as bad as I expected.  Initially I had prepared to come home missing California weather, but in fact I’m disappointed.  I wish we had more snow, more storms, and colder temperatures.  Then I could actually use my snow pants and marshmallow jacket or build a snowman that wouldn’t have melted the next time you walked by.  I only remember once where having a warm winter made me happier – someone had pranked us by piling enough wet snow just outside the door to our fire escape (which we use for access on a daily basis) so that after it froze during the night, we weren’t able to open the door.  This was a problem at eight in the morning, but by the afternoon it had all melted.

Perhaps my feelings would change after I actually experience my desire, but right now I would like to live somewhere with lots of precipitation.  I think Florida might be interesting.  I actually stayed overnight in Fort Lauderdale a few months ago and remember a particular event that I enjoyed.  Because we stayed at a hotel near a bunch of docks, I went outside in the afternoon to look at the boats.  After walking around a while, I heard a strange noise in the distance and looked up to see what it was.  I couldn’t discern anything at first, but eventually realized that the noise and haze getting closer and closer to me was a giant sheet of rain.  And then I got soaked.  I ran inside where it was dry (it seemed very far away with all the rain), all the while marveling at what had just happened.  I had never experienced anything like it.

I also remember staying awake at night as a kid just to listen to thunderstorms.  If possible, I would watch for lightning.  I was sure to do so especially on trips and vacations my family took, because the places we visited often had harsher weather than my perfect hometown.

Storms fascinate me.  They make me feel vulnerable and excited, whether it be the lightning tearing the sky apart, the thunder rippling through the air, the cold wind threatening to sweep me away, or the scents of damp vegetation.  There are few things I like more than sitting outside and living through a particularly rough display of nature’s fury.  To the extent that I actually know what that’s like.

Sure this could change if I actually lived in a place where I was actually inconvenienced by weather.  So far the “worst” weather I’ve experienced was on a trip to Lake Tahoe in November, where we had more than three feet of snow.  We had to put chains on our tires and sometimes the car wouldn’t start.  But other than that, it was awesome!  We built snow forts and snowmen, had snowball fights, went sledding, and my cousin even practiced doing backflips using the snow as padding.  I only lived in this weather for a matter of days, however, and it is possible that I would tire of it after living in it for months.  But right now, I long for more.

Only the future can tell how my tastes will change.


The most admirable quality of a man is his self control.

The most admirable quality of a woman is her honesty.

Men and women are different from each other, so I’m going to judge them differently.  In each there are a number of traits such as friendliness, leadership capabilities, charity, and protectiveness, some which may be more dominant than others.  However, because of the respective natures of men and women, I believe self control and honesty are the most important traits for each.

First the men.  I believe that men are generally less sensitive to others than women are.  They tend to make jokes in jest and roughhouse with each other a lot.  As the oldest of three boys, I know that we tend to bash each other vocally and physically, usually without trying to seriously injure each other, but with the knowledge that we won’t take each other seriously.  With this mentality, we run into problems when we enter the real world, where there are girls.

This may have to do with the fact that I didn’t have a sister until I was 9, but I really didn’t know how to get along with girls as a young teenager.  Being a shy introvert didn’t help either.  Over the last year at BYU I’ve really made up for a lot of that time by being good friends with girls on campus.  Yet another reason why I’m so glad I came to school here instead of somewhere else – you can make mistakes and be socially retarded and people will still love and respect you.  They’ll patiently teach you to be better.  I can honestly say I’ve learned more about how to treat other people, especially girls, in the past year than I have in the entire rest of my life.

A lot of that treatment involves self control.  Now, as far as physical actions go, I think I have that decently mastered.  I’m not a very physical person, so it’s going to be very unlikely for me to injure or advance on someone simply because it goes against my natural tendencies.  Even if I was incredibly angry.  Come to think of it, I don’t even remember the last time I was truly angry.  Just frustrated.  The difference I see there is that anger blames other people and involves hate, while frustration blames yourself or inanimate objects and involves exasperation.  I do think I can cope with either reasonably well.  I let out my emotions by making jokes, doing some form of exercise, or by improvising on the piano, so I can remain in control of my actions.  I find that self mastery generally gets easier as you grow older.

As far as words go, because I am not a very apt conversationalist (which may or may not have to do with the fact that I don’t talk as much in large groups of people), I say stupid things all the time.  Even though I often worry myself about thinking before I speak, sometimes I can’t think fast enough to keep up with the conversation and compromise by talking first.  This works to my advantage when I make a perfectly timed joke, but goes against me when I say something awkward or hurtful.

I often say exactly what I think, but sometimes without actually thinking first.  Doing this has gotten me into trouble on more than one occasion.  Luckily it has always been with people who understand, or with girls who protect me from people who don’t understand with their feminine charm.

Alright, enough about my personal struggles in living up to my own expectation, it’s time to answer why I think this applies to all men, and not just me.

I can honestly say that a majority of the escalation of problems in the world are a result of men losing control of themselves.  They let their emotions and lusts rule them instead of thinking out their decisions.  This leads to them making rash choices in the face of problems, which creates further conflict and provokes retaliation.  The end result is the expanse of wars, tyrannies, and crimes which have been observed and recorded over the course of history.  Most of the time I find it is men who are at the lead.  I’m not saying this to belittle the amount of influence women have on the world or blame men for all of the world’s problems, but rather to bring to light the fact that if men had better self control, a lot of this probably wouldn’t happen.

Because of this, the men I respect and admire the most are the ones who have the most self control.

From a religious perspective, the greatest person who ever lived was so largely because of His self control.  While living on Earth, Jesus was perfect in His following all of the laws and commandments as well as in His treatment of other people.  He did not resist His suffering, poor treatment by enemies and captors, or even His crucifixion, not because He didn’t have the capability, but because He chose not to.  If every man had that self control, or even anything close, the world would be a much safer and happier place.

Now the women.  I find that most of the time the women in the world don’t need to tone down their excessive violence or domination of other people.  Yes, there are cases in which they do, but these cases are not nearly so numerous as those involving men.  Instead, I ask that they tell me the truth.

I think generally women have less flaws in their personalities than men.  They are naturally kinder, more helpful, and more presentable than the opposite gender.  Of course, I may have this perception simply because I have lived in close quarters with boys more than I have with girls and have therefore experienced more fully the extent of their imperfections.  

Despite the fact that women may have less room for improvement in personality than men, they still aren’t perfect.  There are many qualities which they could add to.  However, if I could choose but one trait in magnify in all women, that trait would be honesty.

Included with honesty in answering questions truthfully (or choosing not to answer, either is better than being misleading) is the will to talk about difficult things spontaneously.  It really pains me when something is annoying or hurting a girl, especially if I’m the one responsible, and she refuses to talk about it if the person at fault is unaware.  No, we don’t want to hear it in the moment, but ultimately it will do both of us good.  I promise.

The main reason I ask for this honesty is because I’m not very perceptive.  I’ve lived a rather sheltered life and don’t have as much experience with other people (especially girls) as others may have.  Because I don’t have the wisdom to pick up on how people feel or how I should act, I need people to tell me.  Girls especially.  Boys I can empathize with more, seeing as I am one, but it is much more difficult to know how to act around girls.  If they tell me explicitly what I should do and say, rather than wait for me to figure it out (or not) I will be much more likely to act better around them, simply because I know how I should act.

I have a lot more respect for girls that tell me the truth, even when they let me down by doing so.  I would rather have someone disappoint me honestly than misguide me into being happier only for me to discover later that it was all a fabrication.  This implies that they don’t trust me enough to be told the truth, even if the purpose of the lie was to make me happier.

The classic example of this the DTR talk.  Some girls may think that making excuses to dodge the truth of them not liking the boy involved is a good route to go.  They may also say only some of the truth with phrases like “It wouldn’t work out.”  Honestly, if you’re not interested, tell him directly.  Yes it hurts, but it’s good for him.  It prevents him from missing the point and it helps him to get out of the post-DTR denial phase a lot faster.

I know this by experience.  I know the pain associated with someone telling you no.  But I gain so much respect for girls who can talk to me honestly about our relationships.

I understand that boys may do many of the exact same things I just mentioned that girls do.  They can improve in these aspects as well; I only value honesty in women more than I do in men because there are more times in which the honesty of women affects me.  I can get over the fact that my roommates might be stealing my food a lot more easily than I’d be able to get over a girl creating false hope in a relationship that leads to my eventual shame or disappointment.

Because of this, the women I respect and admire the most are the ones who are the most honest.

Understandably, there are times when it is good to lie, and I respect the judgment of others in identifying these times.  However, I hope that for the most part, people can be more honest in their dealings with others.  Speaking with honesty conveys a feeling of trust toward those who have truth shared to them.  The honest are highly respected for this trust.

I am one person, so as usual, the thoughts on this blog reflect only one perception.  I am constantly learning.  My opinions are constantly evolving.  If you have similar or conflicting views, please share them.

I’d love to hear your thoughts on the matter.


Because you obviously don’t already have enough ways to waste your time.

Wimp is actually, which is a free video site.  Whoever owns it gets video submissions from users and picks the best ones to upload publicly.  All the videos are clean (essentially G rated) which is good news for my fellow Mormons and other people with high standards.

Most of the videos can fit into the categories below:

  • TED lectures
  • Cool science experiments/inventions/lectures
  • Stunts and tricks
  • Cats/dogs/other pets
  • Timelapse/videography
  • Musical performances
  • Pranks

While browsing on YouTube, probably on average about every 15th video you see is good, unless you’re only watching subscriptions you like.  With, every other video is probably worth your time.  In my opinion.  Still not perfect, but a lot closer than otherwise.  Despite the fact that most can be rather easily categorized, there is still a lot of variety.  If you’re concerned about wasting your time only with high quality material, I would recommend starting with

I’ll end this rather short post with a couple of my favorites: (I can watch this over and over and over and laugh every time) (this song would still be pretty cool even if he wasn’t playing it solely using an acoustic guitar)