So I got this idea around 11:59 PM night before last. I thought it would be fun to take some of my photos and turn them into iPhone wallpaper. (It’s not overly complicated but I’m going to make it sound difficult so that you’ll be like “awww, that was nice of him” but it really wasn’t that hard.)

They’re here. They’re free. Take as many as you like.

It’s all over Facebook and Twitter. I would be remiss if I didn’t mention that Jasper, Alabama now has 3G capabilities.

I think this news deserves it’s own post. God bless you, Jasper. Miss ya.

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Texts From Last Night… it is what you think it is.

[Warning: Some of it is nast-y. Careful.]

Done. Eyebrows are waxed, entire body shaved

If you’re salivating (like I am) about the impending release of the Pal Pre, check out this all-in-one FAQ about the Pre.

I was banking on adopting the iPhone after my Sprint contract ran up in August. However, the announcement of the Palm Pre has made me think twice. Side note: to charge it, you simply lay it on top of this thing.

Get a phone call from Santa Claus. You can chose from three possible voice greetings that can be directed towards any phone number.

The end of a single service cellphone carrier as we know it?

Deadliest job in America: Working on cell phone towers

Introducing Mobile Viewing for your cellphones and mobile devices. Now you can read the blog while you’re stuck in traffic, waiting in the doctor’s office, or sitting on the toilet.

Simply direct your browser to lh.wirenode.mobi for small, easy viewing of articles. To insure speedy load-time, videos and images won’t appear, though to view the blog in its full format, you can always just head to landonhowell.com, obviously.

So far as contact information is concerned, basically the only thing changing will be my mailing address:

Landon Howell
2009 4th Ave. N.
Seattle, WA 98109

There’s a good chance that I’ll be getting BlackBerry to tote around soon — I pray that this won’t happen — but if it does I’ll simply keep my other phone for my personal use.

Again, the best email to get me at is landon.howell@yahoo.com. I check this once every hour from my Treo.

Leave it to me to do some blogging from the beach. But it’s late, everybody’s in bed, and I’ve been up doing some theological reading, which quickly leads to theological thinking.

I’ve come to the conclusion that I get creeped out whenever Christians refer to God as “Daddy” or “Papa” or any other Earthly reference commonly used for father figures.

“Father” and “Father God” don’t bother me. I mean, God *is* the Father and his role over us is father-like. But I don’t know if God should serve as a replacement for our Earthly father figures.

One’s need to establish relationship with a father figure is a necessary one… but some people do it in very peculliar ways.

Having dated my share of girls with “daddy issues”, I’ve been privy to both verbal and nonverbal “daddy didn’t love me” moments where my inner voice says: “Run Landon! RUN!”

I once heard a girl say, “I never knew my real father… so God is now my Daddy!”

Whatever floats your boat, sweetheart.

Refering to God as a father isn’t at all Biblically incorrect. Jesus himself told us that, “…no one comes to the Father except by me.” However, constant references by Christians to God as a father figure simply reveal other inner insecurities these individuals posses.

I believe that since God is God, He sends father figures to those with a parental void. Keep in mind, my mother lost her father at a very young age. However, she has been surrounded by respectable men if faith since that point to guide her throughout her life.

God did that.

Where the spiritual touch of God ends, the physical touch of fellow believers begins.

If calling the Almighty God – the Creator of the Heavens and the Earth, the Alpha and Omega, the Great “I Am” – if calling him “Daddy” is your thing… by all means, go for it. However, do it in a way that is glorifying to His name, and not in an obvious attempt to scratch your inner “orphan itch”, so-to-speak.

But be forewarned: It creeps most people out.

I snapped this with my Treo yesterday at the gym. I was without my camera, so the camera phone had to be witness to one of the best sunsets I’ve seen in a while. The photo doesn’t do it justice.

This time last week I was in London, standing on Waterloo Bridge in 30 degree temperature… in the wind. Just to get this picture… this picure… and this picture.

By the time I got the shots I wanted, my left hand was numb, and my right hand was frozen in a claw-like position.

Today… I’m wearing shorts, and I rolled-down the windows to admire the blooming trees and flowers while driving to lunch.

Cold weather can kiss my butt.

John Byars and Kristy Beall remembered that I could blog via cellphone… hence the post from the Rave Movie Theater in Hoover, in what is my last funfilled Saturday night before I depart.

We are getting ready to watch Final Destination 3. Time will tell if this is a good movie, but it will be scary nonetheless.

We ate dinner at the Cajun Steamer at Patton Creek in Hoover… which is now one of my favorite places in the B’ham metro-area. Authentic cajun cuisine… and our waiter looked like Donny Osmond (sp?).

Alright… previews are starting. Sadly, they are always my favorite part of any movie.

I realize how very sad this must appear, seeing that usually my cellphone blogging is coming from somewhere interesting… like the Mississippi Gulf Coast or the parking deck of the Galleria in Hoover. However, I’m sick… and I’m pretty sure that I’ve taken more than twice the recommended dosage that Robitussin (sp?) told me to take.

Although, I did want to mention that I hopped in bed tonight at what I believe is a record for the past the past 12 months: 10:10 PM

If you know me well, you know this is quite an accomplishment, seeing as I hate sleeping.

(My usual time falls somewhere between 1:45 & 2:50… give-or-take 30 minutes)

Hopefully, when I awake I will have full remembrance of this cellphone blogging. Until then, send me “Get Well Soon” text messages.

By the way… I’m coming to Jackson this weekend.

My good MC buddy Laura Pickard [facebook] does this to me every now-and-again… and I must say, with the most sincerity I can muster… it makes may day. Plain and simple.

Whether it be the first thing in the morning, or the last call I get at night… it makes my day to knoe that, for some reason or another, I’ve made this person happy enough at one point or another in life so that they would stop what they are doing just to remind me. (Awww)

The first instance was when Laura and her two awesome roomies [seen here on our trip to Chicago] were up late talking and my name came up. (Evidently they were talking about guys most-likely juggle donuts in teh rain… errr something like that) So, they called me to tell me they were talking about me and they just wanted me to know.

Taking a page from the girls, I’ve done the same for a few of you (the faithful, fearless readers ‘o the blog) in recent months. If you liked it, I hope that you pass it on.

If you didn’t like it… oh well, nobody likes you anyway. Just kidding.