I've also learned that if you own a big truck at Cy-Fair (and especially if you also play baseball), you have certain unalienable rights that are specific to you, which everyone must respect and nobody can take away.

1. A truck owner has the right to honk their horns at people who are walking in front of them.
2. A truck owner has the right to honk their horns for no reason at all.
3. A truck owner has the right to roll down their windows and play rap music as loud as they can at 7 in the morning.
4. A truck owner has the right to play baseball and change in front of everyone (see previous post).
5. A truck owner has the right to be an arrogant jerk.
6. A truck owner has the right to almost run nice girls named Molly over*.
7. A truck owner has the right to rev their engines obnoxiously.
8. A truck owner has the right to think they are the cat's pajamas. 'Cause let's just face it, they are.

As you can tell, I also have some reservations about teenage boys who drive trucks in general. I actually just don't like trucks, truth be told. The fact that boys who play baseball drive trucks really don't help their case. Oh, and that fact also makes me dislike baseball a little more. So thank you, Trucks!

*Seriously, one time I was walking to my car with Bree, and like three trucks coming from different directions almost ran me over. I apparently wasn't walking the path they would have chosen for me. And this has happened more than once.

I've learned that it's a rule that if you are a boy and you play Baseball at Cy-Fair, you must own a truck.

It's pretty much a fact; whenever I leave school at 1:45ish all the boys drive their trucks to by the baseball field so they can practice over there. They ALL Have big trucks.

It's also a rule that if you are a boy and you are in baseball, not only do you have to own a truck but you also have to change outside of your car for all the world to see. Yup, every day when I drive past the herd of trucks I see about 15 self-absorbed teenage boys changing shirts and even pants (of course they have boxers on, but it's repulsive nonetheless) outside of their trucks as all the other cars pass by. Sounds absurd, but it's a true story.

As you can tell, I have a few issues with Cy-Fair Baseball.

I'm about to head to CVS (I'm a nerd - I really enjoy trips to CVS for some reason. It has everything! I love getting little nick-nacks there. It's awesome), and before I go I'm going to the bathroom. I'll tell you why.

I've always wanted to post on this, because this happens to me ALL the time. And I wanted to see if it happens to anyone else.

What/when is your bladder-inducing place/time? That sounds weird, but let me explain.

For my mother, it's definitely when she's driving home. I can't tell you how many times she runs into the house going "Potty, potty, potty!" when she gets home, announcing that a bathroom BETTER be open for her or she will explode.

For me, it's any kind of huge store. Namely, Target and CVS. No lie, it happens EVERY time that I go. I go in, I get a basket, shop around, put things inside my basket, and then - when I'm at the FARTHEST point away from the bathroom - I all the sudden get a spontaneous, undying urge to go to the bathroom. Like, it happens in a split second. I try to hold it, but it becomes too much. It's always at the most inconvenient times. So I have to hide my basket and merchandise somewhere (because you can't take it into the bathroom with you) and then commence the bathroom search. In Target especially I never know exactly where I am, with the combined forces of the store's hugeness and my mind's inability to stay correctly oriented. So I have to wander around, about to BURST, and I end up basically walking around the entire store. And then, after I go to the bathroom, I have to find where I hid my basket. It usually happens for me in the music/movie section, for whatever reason. But it is a guarantee every time that I walk into Target. It's a curse! Trips to Target are always a lot more complicated than they have to be because of this.

So, I'm heading to CVS. And while that store isn't nearly as big and it's pretty easy to locate the bathroom, I can GUARANTEE you that I will have to go to the bathroom there, regardless of whether or not I go to the bathroom before hand.

There really isn't much that I have to say about this one. It's pretty self-explanatory. Reason # 2000 why I'm glad I'm not in band.

Smells like what, you ask? I can't precisely say. But these are the components of the smell as I can best describe:
-Feet
-Sweat
-Metal
-Mold
-Old Food
-Pretty much any other unpleasant smell you can think of

The Band Hall smells. Do BKs ever get used to it?

(Any band kids that read this, don't get offended. These are just my silly observations, and it's all in fun! I don't suspect I'll say anything offensive... but just in case. : )

The idea of being in Band has always been slightly alluring. I love the music they play, and being on drumline would be the COOLEST thing ever. But this attitude towards band in my mind dissolves when I remember what it really means to be a Band Kid, how much you have to commit and how much stress you are under. I guess I can't really say that it's as bad as I think it is, because I really actually don't know much about it. Band is a mystery to most. Since the band hall is treated as the Holy of Holies it's hard to get an inside scoop. I've always wanted to know what goes on in band. There are a lot of esoteric aspects to it; it can DEFINITELY seem cult-ish from the outside. While I may not know much about band, I do think I know a thing or two about band kids based on my observations over the years. Band kids truly are fascinating. There are generally several categories they fall under:

1. The Cool Band Kid. This Band Kid, or BK, if you will, is the one that is really cool; you know, hangs out with the popular people, and is probably nice to everyone. They get nominated for Homecoming King or Queen, is in Band Leadership - basically, they are congenial socialites. This is a very distinct and slightly rare kind of BK, for typically one does not see the words "Cool" and "Band Kid" in the same sentence. The cool part about these BK's is that they are able to own the fact that they are in band and be upfront about their love/hate for it*. You may be surprised to learn that they are in band at first, but you get used to the idea, especially when they become Drum Major, Captain of the drumline, section leader, etc.. They are usually really good at their instrument and seem really put-together. This is the BK "outsiders" would like to be if they were in band.

2. The Apathetic Band Kid. This BK is in band because they've always been in band. They aren't necessarily ashamed that they are in band, and you'll probably know that they are in it, but it's not their favorite activity. They don't really enjoy their instrument, but they have made some good friends in there. This BK doesn't have musical ambition, and they don't really get involved. They may not even really hang out with band kids - they are just there to have an extracurricular activity to put on their resume. This is the "go through the motions" BK.

3. The Intense Band Kid. This BK is pretty hard-core. Legit, even. You KNOW that they are in band. They are in it usually just because of the music - the friends and the "experience" are simply a plus. They practice all the time, know the band director and section leaders really well, and they when it's All-state season, they practice several hours a day. These are the kids that get their letter jacket Freshman year because they got to All-state or Region their first year (cough Taylor). These kids are true to band and will rarely complain about it, though Marching Band season may seem a little extraneous to them.

4. The "You're in Band?" Band Kid. I still haven't really figured out who these people truly are or why they are in band; all I know is that when I find out that they are in band, I'm extremely surprised. I can't really put my finger on why. Sometimes it's because they never talk about it or hang out with the Cool or Intense BK's, and sometimes it's because they seem too cool or apathetic for band. A lot of the time they seem like the kind of people that would make fun of BK's. One thing's for sure - these are definitely the most mysterious of all the BK's. Who knows how many of them are walking through our halls and sitting in our classes - right under our noses! They look like the rest of us; the average, only slightly involved Bobcatian teenager who does just enough to get by. You never know where or when you'll encounter one, but when you do (and believe me, you will), you'll be absolutely SHOCKED to find that they are a BK.

5. The Nerdy Band Kid. Let's just face it, most BKs fall under this category ; ). Haha, just kidding. These are actually more rare than you think. This BK is totally into band. This BK is the reason why band seems like a cult to the "outsiders". They hang out exclusively with fellow BKs and, unlike the other BKs, would NEVER say ANYTHING negative about band. Though they may not be at Intense BK level, they love their instrument and love doing the All-state thing. They LIVE for the band trip in the spring (this year, I wouldn't blame them - they are going to Colorado!), and Band Camp is the highlight of their summer. Marching band practice is exciting to them, and the idea of staying at school 5 hours extra for the sake of band is not repulsive. In fact, they wouldn't rather be anywhere else. They love Cy-Fair. They love Cy-Fair Band. They love Cy-Fair football games, though they don't understand football at all. They love life. They talk about band 24/7. This BK bleeds maroon, lives and breathes music, and consider band the best thing they've been a part of in high school. I personally respect this BK, for they go ALL OUT. It's legit!


*A prominent part of the Band Kid Complex, a part not to be ignored, is the love/hate relationship most BKs have with band, except for the Nerdy Band Kid. What I've yet to understand about BKs is that they complain about band so much. They HATE band, they HATE marching, they HATE staying after school, they HATE the drama, they HATE Veenstra...the list goes on. And yet... they stay in band for four years. They do Marching Band their Senior year even though they don't have to because their P.E. credit is satisfied. I'd venture to say that maybe only 15% of BKs quit throughout their High School career, though this is only an estimate and not an official stat, so don't quote me on this. Most of these BKs probably quit their Freshman year, too as opposed to after their Junior year. It seems that once you are in it's really hard to get out. You get sucked in. It seems that through all this alleged "hate" they have towards band they absolutely love it - CRAVE it, even. Their best friends are BKs. It's the common bond they all share; they all have to endure these terribly long practices most days of the week, practices that I know I would shoot myself because of if I was a BK. Outsiders look at BKs and say, "Well, if you hate it so much, why are you in it?". Seems like a reasonable question, no? But BKs always get suspiciously and immediately defensive. To me, it seems like someone who's in a bad relationship. Like, the girl that has a boyfriend who treats her like dirt; her girlfriends tell her how much of a jerk he is to her, and though she complains about him so much, she defends him every time. I guess that's a little extreme, but it's the only way I can think to  explain it.

BKs hate band. They love band. They LIVE band.

In Jr. High I ate at the Snack Bar pretty much every day. There were many pros and cons to the Snack Bar; that's where the popcorn chicken was, as well as the blue-slush drink and such - I got the same thing each day, and Bree, Tay, and I made a habit of going to the same lunch lady who knew exactly what each of us got each day and had it ready. It was pretty legit. However, if I was thrusted into the unfortunate position of being one of the last in a long line it was not as pleasant of an experience, and I sometimes only had like 10 minutes to eat. There were like 8 lines, but of course my line was always the slowest. No joke. I would move lines and the line that I was just in would speed up and I would be caught in one where someone was paying with pennies or something. Succeeding at the Snack Bar is an art that is difficult to perfect.

So, imagine this: I, on first day of my Freshman year at Cy-Fair, wandering around, intimidated and experiencing the stress of lunch on first day of school. I don't know where to sit. I have money and need food. The vending machine seemed charming since they were new and foregin to me because in Jr. High we were not as privaleged, but I needed more. Then, in the corner of my eye, I see a cart that could initially be best described as a nicer version of a hot-dog stand you would see in New York. Doesn't seem as promising as the vending machines, but it sparked my curiosity. There are only a few people in line. I find myself drawn to it. I arrive, and I see Zebra Cakes. I'm sold. It was on a Popcorn Chicken day (which are Mondays and Fridays). But, I could also get Curly Fries or Mini Corn-dogs or Quesadillas! I decide, however, to stick to what I know and order Popcorn Chicken. The lady opens this magic heater thing housing a seemingly never-ending of warm foods and pulls out a warm paper trough of Popcorn Chicken. I get Zebra Cakes as well. Then I see the Lemonade and Sunny-D. I am elated! Lemonade, Popcorn Chicken, and Zebra Cakes.

The Snack Cart had me at Zebra Cakes. That's all there really is to it. It has all the benefits of the Snack Bar, without the long lines. I don't know why, but everyone is usually still drawn to the Snack Bar (at Cy-Fair we have a huge Snack Bar and two Snack Carts, as well as a Cafeteria line and Vending Machine area). I like to the think of the Snack Cart as the best-kept secret of the Cy-Fair cafeteria experience. Those who visit it are immediately aware of it's pure awesomeness, but not many people approach it, as it seems to not have as much as to offer as the Snack Bar. All in all, the Snack Cart rocks.

I have so much to say about the Cafeteria experience! There is so much more to tell - I really want to do an exposee (at least, as I perceive it; ) of Cafeteria food. So many sub-categories of this one. I'm really excited!

So, I'm officially starting my "What I've Learned About High School" series!!

Each topic may not be exactly something that I've "learned", per say...it could be simply an observation or an "inside scoop". But I can't fit all of that into one title, so I guess this title will have to be approp for now : )

Some of these will be funny, some serious. All will be me, which means done off of impulse in train-of-thought format. Some will even have a picture I bet! Some will be sarcastic. Some will be really really stupid. Just roll with it!

And I promise to try to keep up with it. I've never really launched a "series" before, but it sounds fun! So I'll try to commit.

Enjoy!

Okay, so seriously: I really don't care how old you are, what your taste in movies is, or what gender you are - you are GOING to like HSM3. It's so...EPIC. Like, it's legit. Sure, the other two were cheesy, and this one is not without cheese, of course - but it's like, a real musical this time! The REAL DEAL. It's so AMAZING. It made me laugh, cry, be nostalgic, get chills, clap, scream...ah!!! It's so good!! SEE IT. Now!

I'm really, really really really... EXTREMELY...tired of politics. Of this stupid election. Of people fighting and being hateful and unsympathetic because of it. This is not how we are called to live! At this point, whatever the outcome, I just want it to end. I know that I don't really involve myself in politics anyway, but even so it is affecting me. Humph.

Alright, ready for some more bullets? : )

-Chloe (my French friend) has SKYPE (which is basically a phone/webcam)! So I think this weekend we are going to talk. It's going to be so tight! I'll introduce her to my family and such. Woop woop!
-The play is over. I can't get over it! I'm so happy, though I'm really glad that I did it. It was neat to be a part of the theater world for a little bit. I got an inside scoop on their rituals and traditions and such. They are all so fascinating and so nice!
-I'm going to, VERY soon, launch my "What I've Learned in High School" series. I already have a few ideas - most of them humorous (well, at least to me. We'll see how well I can deliver them : ). I wonder how many I can think of...
-I have a lot of Calculus stuff to do. Test on Friday. But it's cool.
-I think it's actually a blessing that I won't be playing this Sunday (since, of course, because of the play I had to miss practice last night). I'll be able to sleep in and get some good sleep. Nights where I've gotten good sleep have been few and far between as of late.
-I got a call from Ouachita saying that based on my SAT score/GPA alone I get $10,000 a year. Woop!
-I took my Correspondence Course test today. If I complain or worry about it, slap me. I think I over-thought some of the questions (though it was really easy), which I do a lot. I have an anecdote (of which I do not speak) in which this has happened in an extreme way and I pretty much failed what should have been extremely easy for me. So I'm just going to breathe and forget about it and let whatever may happen happen. Whew. Breathe in, breathe out. I just really don't want to get anything less than an A for a stupid P.E. credit.
-We're reading 1984 in English. It's the single most depressing book I've read in my entire life (maybe barring The Illuminati...we'll see how it ends).
-I saw Fireproof! I actually got to see it twice. I like it a lot. Pops, I think you'd like it too - it has to do a lot with redemption. I know a lot of people probably think it's cheesy. But it's like, legit, and has a lot of substance to it. It spoke to me, at least.
-ALIAS rocks. End of story. I'm on second season again! : )
-I don't have work or anything this Saturday! No obligations. It's going to be beautiful.

Alright, that's all for now, I suppose. Stay tuned!

Blogosphere, since Chino gave me official permission, I present to you...

Eric's blog!

Also, note the new additions to my bloogroll, including Danielle, Kyle, and Marie. I suppose they've been up for a while but I never made it official. So there you go.

The play was tonight - thanks, everyone who came! It meant a lot. :)

It was a success, I do believe. A lot better than I thought it would be. I'm still a little bitter towards this whole situation, because it's making me miss Cy-Creek/Cy-Fair game and band next Sunday. It's fun though.

I'm just really tired. A hectic week.

Amanda and Kate are home! : )

At Chick-fil-A Thursday night a deaf man wanted to order and a lady next to him randomly knew sign language really well and interpreted for him. It was really neat and made my day. The way humans are able to communicate is awesome. Just wanted to share that.

This post will be short and sweet, as I should to go to bed soon, but hopefully informative.

-This weekend was full of fun: Cy-Creek Homecoming, which was probably the most fun homecoming I've been to...actually, scratch that. The experience as a whole was probably the most pleasant because I was able to enjoy myself more because I was with most of my best friends from church, people I feel really comfortable around. The music was terrible, and Cy-Creek made the extremely unfortunate and unpleasant decision to have this big screen playing music videos to all the songs. So that was interesting. But we had fun anyway!
-PALs District Training today! It was fun. But I was really tired the whole time. Taylor spent the night last night! First time I've had a friend over since my birthday. But it's cool. Concerning PALs, I'm still not all fully bought into the hype of it all, and I always find it hard/weird to get intrinsincly motivated by concepts that are not God-based...but you know how it goes. I'm having fun, and it's helping my Senior year go a lot more smoothly, so I'm down.
-Saw Fireproof. Danielle, you were 100% correct! It totally spoke to me. I loooved it!
-In the past week or so I've gotten accepted into UMHB, OBU, and OkBU! Woop woop.
-This week will be my third four-day week in a row.
-I have no idea where September or the first half of October went. I'm so busy!
-I'm going to be really happy when the play is over. They definitely left that part that says how committed I was expected to be to it out.
-Please come see the play - 17th, 18th, and 20th at 7, and the 19th (Sunday) at 3! Thanks : )
-Thanks to the play I'm only able working one day this week. I mean, I'm not "complaining", but my next paycheck is going to be pretty pathetic.
-If you are wondering, in reference to last post, why Southwestern is out, I'll just say this: I just know. First of all, neither of my parents would be 100% behind my decision. They both haven't liked it from the get-go. Second of all, I would have a really hard time fitting in there. It's a great school, but not the one for me. Que triste.
-I hate Government. I really do.

Later! I'll be a blur this week because I'll be extremely busy. BUT...I get to just relax on Saturday. I'll just push through until then.

From Stuff Christians Like...

#419. Bass Player Face

When it comes to worship, I do three very different things with my eyes. I close them if I'm feeling brave and know all the words. I watch the overhead screen and sing along to the words. Or I watch the bass player, because "bass player face" is one of my favorite things ever.

Even if you don't have a bass player at your church, even if the idea of having an electric guitar plugged into your church's electrical system sends shockwaves through your traditional values, you've experienced this to some degree. Bass player face is kind of like "face dancing" and it's something that any and every musician can do, regardless of instrument. It's where a musician, playing any kind of instrument, gets so into the experience that they just stop caring what their face looks like and start making outrageous scrunching motions with their mouth, forehead and cheeks. John Mayer does this when he plays guitar and the guy from Rusted Root used to do this all the time and it's what Lincoln Brewster is doing in this picture.

I've never been a musician, but here is what I imagine is going through their heads:
"Boom boom ba doopy do bop. I am feeling this today God, whaaa, hittin' all my notes! I want to dance like Kevin Bacon in Footloose but I can't while holding this instrument so I'm going to let it all out with my cheek bones. Feelin' it, feelin' it, in my cheekbones! Ba dop!"

That's it isn't? If you're a musician, can you please just comment and say, "That's exactly right Jon, 'boom ba doopy do bop,' is what's going on in our head, you have incredible musical insight."

But I love bass player face because it encourages me to be more honest with my worship. When I see someone else letting go of the concerns of how they look, especially someone on stage, it inspires me to drop my guard too. To really worship instead of worrying what I look like. I might not go as far as to pretend I'm holding an air guitar, but I'll definitely face dance from time to time. Sometimes you just have to, when you're feelin' it, feelin' it in your cheekbones. Boom ba doopy do bop.

Went to Southwestern today for "Pirate Preview"!

I'll update more in depth later.



But I think this one is a no.

So, when I was on my hour-long trek home (this is a story for another post) from the SAT, I heard Nickelback on the radio for the, like, third time today while flipping through channels.

Do people actually still like Nickelback? I mean, honestly? There's an entire popular Facebook group devoted to hating them, for goodness sake. I have never understood why they have continued to play the same Nickelback songs ("This is How You Remind Me" is the one I hear a lot) since like 7th grade. Do people like them simply because they are played on the radio a lot (I mean, whatever's on the radio must be good, right?), or are they played on the radio a lot because people like them? Or have the two somehow fed off eachother?

It's going to be a long night. 5-10 at Chick-fil-A. My pleasure.

MY BROTHER, whom I love, is home today! : )

( happy? ;)




In other news, I basically have to compose a song for the school play. They changed the melody, and the only hint I'm given about the song is that it must be upbeat sound like Rent/Chorus Line/ABBA. They have it in their head but they lack the musical understanding/ability to translate it into something I can understand or work with. I think that I may just die.

Well, last night was horrible.

BUT...today has been good so far! I am at school right now. In English. ...and it's SILENT. Today we are supposed to finish Beowulf (which I did in like 10 minutes), and Mrs. Kessler let whoever wanted to go to the Senior deck or hall to do so. She announced that the room was going to be the "quiet room". So, I mean, while the idea of sitting with a bunch of rowdy, Friday-drunk Seniors, none of whom are actually reading Beowulf, is tempting, I opted to stay inside with the other like 5 people. It's so nice. Peaceful.

Today has been good, though! Allow me to elaborate.

Got to school early (well, at like 7:50, which is early for me, as I start school at 8:20), and went to PALs room to decorate for Lacey's birthday (a girl in my PALs class)!! Haha, it's a little pathetic because I accidentally bought a bag of balloons at CVS with only four balloons in it, and one of them popped after I blew it up. haha. And I had this dinky banner. But it's okay! It's fun. And I made brownies! Everyone loved them. We also had like two other cakes and such. It was tight. Government, surprise surprise, we did virtually nothing. We were supposed to be reading Fed. Paper #51, but Mr. Devries kept talking about things and so we all just kind of let the class get off-topic. Then me and Julie busted to get to class quickly and put out the few decorations and food and such, and then we all surprised Lacey when she got in! It was awesome. THEN, we had a fire drill, and so we all ran outside and did "good things" in the beautiful sun! I brought my camera today and took a bunch of sweet pics : ). I love taking pictures at school. Then we went to the cafeteria and filmed for our sweet video for PALs District Training day! Can't elaborate, but it's awesome. Now I'm in English, about to go to Calculus in like 15 or so minutes. Then I'll have lunch, then French. Then HOME. Then back up here at 2:45 or so to help out my theater friend. Fun fun!

Then work tonight at 5. Humph.

But all is well.

One last push. I worked 30 extra minutes tonight, work 4 1/2 tomorrow, and 5 hours on Saturday. SAT on Saturday - and I don't even know when I'll have time to study for it. And it's waayyy out at Mayde Creek High School.

BUT! - Next week I only work Tuesday and Thursday. Same with week after that.

October 17-20, I'm being the accompanist for the Little Mermaid play at our school. Don't get excited, it's not the Disney version. But it's going to be super-fun. And kind of an answer to prayer, which sounds really weird. But I was thinking about it today (while I was working by myself in the Dining Room of Chick-fil-a cleaning after people and sweeping the floors. For four hours.), and I have been praying about a way that I can make an impact on my school, or even just one person. It was definitely made clear today that I have found my new mission for the next two weeks when my friend who's playing Ariel broke down in tears when we were practicing. She is so in need of encouragement and help and, frankly, Jesus. I don't know exactly what her attitude is towards religion and what-not, but I do know that she needs His comfort and love, and maybe even for Him to come into her life. My heart just broke for her today. She's where I've been many times before; she feels ill-equipped for the task at hand (she's not typically a singer, but she must sing a song, and she has really low confidence in her voice and such) and like she is way in over her head. I was unsure about how much I was going to be able to commit to this play before this practice because of extenuating circumstance, but I was 100% sure that this is where I need to be after. Just please pray for me, as I must do this and work and school and a bunch of other things, and then my friend. Pray that I'll know how to witness to her and that I'll be encouraging and a light and hope to her in a seemingly dark, hopeless situation.

All of this is to say that where I am right now is nowhere NEAR where I thought I'd be this year. I imagined that I was going to be helping up at the church a lot and typically not really having a job, at least not a time-consuming one - and then came the "incident of which we do not speak", and I owe my parents much dinero; enter Chick-fil-A. I imagined spending my time at school in different ways - definitely as minimal as possible, and then going to all the football games, and DEFINITELY homecoming; then comes another incident (or lack of incident) of which we do not speak, and the play, which requires me to stay after school pretty much every day for the next two weeks. Oh, and Mrs. Koern (the theatre teacher) really wants me to commit 100% to all accompianist needs in the theatre department, and so this will not be the last one. I imagined continuing the ABS tradition at the Coker house; then came the Swans (who are AWESOME, by the way!! I love my ABS house). I could list so many more things that I expected would be different. To sum it up, I expected an easy-going year, with that same "Yeah, sure, I can do that -I don't do anything!" attitude that I had this summer. I really miss summer. Like, REALLY. I really hope that I'm not obligated work at Chick-fil-A my last summer here.

"I am the LORD your God,
   who brought you up out of the land of Egypt.
    Open your mouth wide, and I will fill it.
But He would feed you with the finest of the wheat,
   and with honey from the rock I would satisfy you."
-Psalms 81:10, 16

"You are the Maker, the Life Sustainer, and everything comes, everything goes when You give the word - have MERCY, O LORD, and Satisfy..."

This time, there's Rest for the weary.