He had a date that he was so excited for. The whole family knew about because he had been talking about it all week. And the day had finally come. Nothing would tamper with his mood today. As he started to get ready, he noticed his laundry was still dirty. Mom didn’t do laundry! My favorite pair of pants are dirty, the shirt I was going to wear is wrinkly. That is ok, he thought, this won’t ruin my day.

Lunchtime rolls around and he headed to the kitchen for some food. He finds a message scribed on a Post-It note stuck to the front of the fridge. Mother knows him well. If she wants him to find a note from her, the fridge is the best delivery system.

The note read, “Plant tree. You get allowance after.”

He sighs. She knows I have plans today. Why would I do this if she didn’t wash my clothes, he selfishly thought.

This would be the twenty-something tree he has planted for her. He knew the routine; get a shovel, find the aforementioned tree, roll tree away, dig hole where tree sat, roll the tree in, add soil around tree. The acceptance criteria is clear: tree must be plumb, tree must be flush, base of tree should covered with bark, and all remaining dirt must be disposed, place hose on low trickle on tree for the day. He had this down to about an hour process. There is about two and half hours until the hot date, so he knew there was hardly any time. She is really starting to put a damper on the day.

After failing a plea to plant the tree the following day, actually planting the tree, and a quick shower, he had thirty minutes until his date-night plans commenced.

Good! There is hope, yet, his mood begun to rekindle.

The allowance is usually on his clean laundry, or on the table. Both places had no money. He called her to ask for the inconvenient location she decided to hide the money.

She answers the call, “I am at the grocery store, honey. Is there anything you need?”

“Yeah, my allowance. Where did you put it?” He shot back bluntly.

Ignoring his adolescent impatience, she responds “Did you plant the tree?” She fumbles through her purse to see she still had his allowance. She had forgotten to leave it for him.

“Yes. I have to go in a few minutes. Where is my money?” It is like pulling teeth, he starting to lose his cool.

“Well, I actually have it with me. I am running errands right now — you can meet me here or wait until I get home.”

Dirty pants and sour attitude, the boy drove to the grocery store to collect what he saw as rightfully his. A quick errand, I won’t even be late picking her up.

Or, so he thought.

“I have walked each isle, I can’t find you” he said after several minutes of wandering aimlessly at the grocery store.

“Are you at the grocery store?” She realized her mistake.

“No, Mom. I am at church,” he snapped sarcastically. “Yes, I am here. Where are you?”

“Sweetie, I already left. I went to Home Depot” She said with sorrow and trying to hide her embarrassment.

“You are kidding, right?” He said. She knows I am late. Why is she sabotaging my day?

“If you leave now, I will still be here.” She reassured.

She hears the phone click, signifying the end of the call.

He made it to Home Depot, “I just walked in to the Garden department,” knowing that is the only place she goes in a place like this, ”Where are you? I need my money.”

“I am sorry! I didn’t think you were coming — ”

“What? Why — ” he interrupts.

“I am at the mall,” she interrupts back, “just down the street. In Dillards.” This time she hung up first.

A late afternoon on Saturday spruced up for a pretty girl, chasing his mother through town for his date money was the last thing he wanted to do. His patience grew thinner and thinner with each minute. He reluctantly makes his way to the mall.

“I am in Dillards,” this time he called before pointlessly walking each isle.

“Oh, you are?” She begun to taunt.

“Mom.”  He was beyond impatient. Fuming.

“Well, I don’t know what to tell you. I just don’t see you,” she smirked.  

“Yeah, probably because you left  —” he began to rant, red in the face.

“Oh, there you are!” She exclaimed.

“Where are you?” The boy stands over 6 feet tall, he is able to see over all of the clothing racks and small makeup displays scattered throughout the department store.  He looks in each direction furiously, trying to find her. But she would just blend in. He could only hear the giggling on the other end of the line, that made him even more angry.

“Mom, I really don’t have time for this bull — ”

“Marco!“ she screamed, muffling his profanity. It was loud enough he heard it echo in the store.

That is it! He finally lost it. Without any hesitation, he jumps forward on to his stomach, and rolled under the nearest clothing rack. A small flashback popped in to his head of the last time he was under one of these. He was just a toddler hiding from this same lady in this same store. He found so much satisfaction in deceiving her then. That isn’t the same thing, this is different, he thought as he ignored the resemblance. Angry, he crawls on the ground to strategically get away from the last place she had a line-of-sight on him.

I need to find her first. I need to win. She is just… so… what a… he stubbornly tried to process. He hangs up his phone, cutting off communication.

“Polo!” he blurts out, surprising himself and several quiet patrons nearby.

“Marco,” she speaks with volume, but much much softer than him.

“Polo!” he yells, as if it were a battle yell.

“Marco,” she says a bit louder than the last, filled with the resistance of laughter.

“Damnit, Mom!”  Like a frustrated puppy, ”Polo!” There was no happiness in his response to this childish game. But, as sure as hell is hot, he is going to win. He must find her first. It is more than a game to him. To him, it is a point of power. Whoever wins this is better. Whoever loses this, owes the winner. He runs to another clothing rack, keeping as low as he can.

“Excuse me ma’am,” he says casually, as he strides adamantly, yet awkwardly past a lady thumbing through summer dresses.

“Marco,” she hollers in a singsongy tune.

She is close. Just one more and I have her. “Polo!” he shouts.


“Polo!” he nervously repeats. He rolled under another clothing rack as to not give away his last position.


“Polo?” He says quieter, almost as a pathetic admit of defeat as he crouched lower to the ground.

“I win,” she proudly announces in a normal voice, peeking her head over the top of the clothing rack.

Albert Pike

“What we do for ourselves dies with us. What we do for others and the world remains and is immortal.”

- Albert Pike

Henry Rollins

Absolutely love this guy. His interesting story can be compared to mine in many ways. I don't have many people I look up to, but he is one. 

I don’t have talent. I have tenacity. I have discipline. I have focus. I know, without any delusion, where I come from and where I can go back to.
— Henry Rollins

Now what?

[Originally written JULY 28, 2014 ]

I was a punk kid, with a big truck, nice dirt bike and a series of bad choices. I seem to find ways to cause trouble every where I went. For instance, I misunderstood the meaning of “Driving Record” like it was a game or something. 20+ tickets is an odd thing to be proud of. I wasn’t a bad kid, I just did what I wanted, when I wanted. Mostly because I have different view on life. I never want to be another statistic. It’s not that I want to be different, I just wan’t to be me. And being me just makes me different.

Don’t get me wrong, I have always been very ambitious. I just choose to excel in uncommon areas. When I was 17 years old I found my first passion – real-estate investing. I got caught up in a seminar in Salt Lake that gave the run-down on how to get involved. I found out I love evaluating properties and crunching numbers. I thought for sure I was going to do this the rest of my life. I started way young, so I had that edge going for me. In 2008, at 18 years old, my brother and I teamed up and bought a small apartment complex in Logan, Utah. In 2011, I bought my first house. I was moving my way up the chain, but this wasn’t what I loved, and I knew it.

Then, the inevitable happened; my inner nerd begun to emerge.

Today, I spend every day programming. I will have  Clone Wars or anything superhero related playing in the background (It helps me think). I went from punk-boy-that-needs-his-butt-kicked to full-nerd in a matter of weeks.

Programming had quickly consumed all of my hobbies. I was a hard-core dune rat, hard-core gym rat, and put all of my money in to things I didn’t need (Yes, that is a hobby). It didn’t take long to put on 45 pounds, and loose my GQ tan.

Luckily, I landed a beautiful wife before this happened. I am not sure anyone could put up with me. She calls me out on my bull-shit, but always has my back. I try to pick fights with her (to spice it up a bit), but she is way to relaxed and laid-back to care. She is the type of girl who will sit through my episode of How it’s Made, refill my water, or leave me alone when I am lost in code. She is the only reason I get off the computer to do something in the physical world. Yeah, she rocks my world.

I love her like a shark loves blood.
— Francis Underwood
My wife is cooler than yours.
— Chad Bingham

Honestly, I am not sure how to live this new lifestyle. Like I said previously, I am not fit anymore. It is hard to make up for the calories I don’t burn sitting at a desk. My last job was manual labor and every day was very active. Now, I walk up a set of stairs and get light headed. I will skip a meeting if I can’t scoot to it on my office chair. It is pathetic, I know. The longer I wait to get back to the gym, the more exhausting it will be.

In short, I get made fun of by how much I struggle learning my new lifestyle, so I figured I would document this. For your entertainment, and so my offspring can make fun of me too.

Stay tuned.


[Originally written AUGUST 13, 2014]

I love where I am at, and where I want to go. I am very passionate and dedicated with learning. Thus, landing me a job that most would agree is a above average for someone like me. I have little enterprise experience, and little personal experience. The reason I am able to move up is my passion. I am always thinking about programming. I study logic, structure, and syntax as much as I can. Not cause I want to be better, but because I am addicted to it. I love creating elegant code, and useful programs that people love to use. I had a late start with programming, I feel. Starting at 21 years old, I have a slight anxiety thinking about how I wasted years of my life gaming, hanging with friends, partying, and sluffing school. I could have used that time to learn – to explore!

I am gnawing at the bit

to catch up. I despise the fact that we as humans need to sleep. Such a waste of time. Ultimately, life is too short to spend time on necessities such as eating, sleeping and socializing.


The line of code that could fix it all. If I could put a snippet of code in to the compiler we call life, it would be while(true) – An infinite loop to give me more time.

What is this for?

[Originally written: JULY 16, 2014]

Hello, my name is Chad, and I am a nerd. 

Altogether now, "Hello, Chad".

Well kind of. I didn’t know I was a nerd until about three years ago. I struggle with adapting to my new lifestyle. My family and friends find it amusing. I could either hide it, or own it. So I will blog it so everyone can join in! Who knows, maybe there are some confused souls out there that will find this helpful.

This blog is for everyone. I think? I am really not sure what the direction this will go, but my intentions are

  • How to be a nerd
  • My (strange) views on things that matter to me – Life, school, motivation, Android vs iOS, success, Marvel etc.
  • Things I find funny
  • android like things
  • android tutorials
  • iOS like things
  • When I study it: iOS tutorials


What a nice guy, posting tutorials for people he doesn’t know and for free! Giving his opinions. How cute, he actually thinks people are reading this! Awww….

Three reasons

  1. I keep tutorials like these as references for myself. I forget some of this all the time!

  2. This will be my fix for my narcissism. Who doesn’t like to talk about themselves?
  3. I like to help people out. If you ever have any questions or concerns, feel free to ask. I love to help when I can. If you have any suggestions spelling errors, or anything of the sort, submit them here.

Here I go.    

Define: success /səkˈses/

[Originally written: July, 2013]

A lot of people do not understand what success is. They think they do. But I disagree. 

Success: (noun)
the accomplishment of an aim or purpose

Yeah, sure we know the Google definition of success. But, why don’t we use it? This is a bit more accurate:

Success: (noun)
only works 3 days week, dressed nicely, big house, nice care, sexy wife with a boob job. Travels a lot, first name basis with powerful people bla bla bla

Society has pushed this definition into our heads, convincing us this is what we want. This justifies the nine-to-five bullshit job you can’t get out of. Urban dictionary actually has some definitions of success including Facebook friends, salary, how many people you have slept with, your body type, and your amount of assets. Pfft, pathetic.

We need to erase this concept of success from the social dictionary. Remove the influence from Jay-Z or Donald Trump that may alter your opinion on what you want in life. Read my list of my strategy for success. You might realize what success means to you.

My accumulating rules for success:

  • Define success.  Know what success is to you. Although, success has a definition, it is defined by society. This is why people today feel they aren’t successful.  Success is not always a four-year degree from an accredited university. It is not always money. To one, it may be putting food on the table for a family of four. To another, it may be making six figures a year. It may even be making you father proud, or quitting that something in your life that drags you down. No matter your definition, discover what is important to you. Discover your own definition of success.
  • Passion, then discipline. First find your passion. Then discipline will shortly follow. Personally, I have no discipline. I do what I wan’t when I want. However, I have a awesome work ethic, love to exercise, love to program, and I study on my free time. Those are my passions. Discipline is a by-product.
  • Always strive for success. Once you reach your success, immediately work for the next. Success is never done. Always keep working for that next goal. Even Bill Gates has goals he is working for. Success is not a destination, but a journey.
  • Forward, or backwards. Every day you take steps. Life is moving, and you can’t sit still. only allow yourself to do things that are steps forward, towards accomplishing your goals. If you are doing something that does not benefit you in one way or another, you are moving backwards. And you fall backwards faster than you can move forward.
  • Let people know. Don’t be shy. Let people know what is success to you. Share it, share when you make a big step. Don’t brag. Just share. Just the way I am.

Less serious – Tips for life (not in order)

  • Never buy the warranty. By the time it breaks, it will be out dated. Even if you can find the warranty 1 year later.
  • Get full coverage. Contrary to number one. All said and done, its worth your time, just as much as its worth your money.
  • Stop eating before your full. That alone is enough to help lose weight.
  • Know your vehicle. Know how to change oil, change tires, and jump start it. Have the cables with you. Be sure to have tools to change a tire… in the dark … during a blizzard… alone.
  • Admit your wrong.  People like you much more when you put your ego aside and say you’re wrong and a complete idiot. No one likes stubborn.
  • Don’t be pretentious. To me, you’re smarter if you admit you don’t know the subject as opposed to blowing it our your ass.
  • Make friends with your enemy.  I love to make peace with people whom I dislike, or dislikes me. They turn out to be some of the most loyal friends and valuable assets.
  • Shake hands and know names. Look them in the eye, and repeat their name. Stare if you need to, but, remember the name.
  • Never trash talk. Doesn’t matter how you feel or how certain you are no one will hear. Never talk ill of someone.  Except Justin Bieber. He sucks.
  • Never turn down home-cooked meals. People put thought in to home cooked meals. It should be an honor.
  • Don’t wait till empty. Fill your car up at quarter-tank. No need to call in a favor due to a stupid mistake.
  • Buy one -get one free. It’s a scam. You are not saving money by spending more, for more than you need.
  • Home Necessities.  Including but not limited to:
    • Duct Tape If it moves and it shouldn't
    • WD-40 If it doesn't move and it should
    • Gold Bond foot powder MEDICATED! (Not just for feet)
    • Big bandaids. Not those wimpy little ones
    • Variety of drinks for visitors
    • Simple tools
    • Zip ties
    • Rubbing alcohol
    • Sugar free candy for visiting kids
    • Flash lights & candles
    • At least 4 full sets of face cards.
    • Lots and lots of distilled vinegar. So many uses for it. Look it up
    • Lot's of painters plastic. Not for murder. But incase of fallout.