Belated note to self: Do not stick a pen in the pocket of pants headed for the laundry.
The Ink gets mischievous (to say the least).
Dude, what is with all this Christian spam I'm gettin' nowadays?
I submitted a story for the Symposium hosted at Michael Williams's blog.
And yes, Jason, I owe you some nickels.
I have always wanted a kitty because for some obscure reason I haven't figured out yet, my parents forbid pets in the house when we were growing up. I can't see myself as being a dog owner; and I'm sorry, but goldfish don't count. Goldfish to me are Expendable Pets Extraordinaire.
Now I have two cats living with me for the next eleven and a half months, and I must say that having them around changes perspectives somewhat.
Oh, don't get me wrong - I still like cats and I want to get my own kitten someday. But there are a couple things I didn't prepare myself for: mainly, cleaning the catbox and playing with the cat on a regular basis.
Playing with the cat is much easier than getting rid of cat crap and cleaning up accidents. Playing with the cat, however, means losing my "dignified posture" and showering affection and love on this furry, purring machine who likes to stare at me as if to say, "You measly, rotten human! Don't you know I'm the sole reason you exist!?"
I'm not the kind of person who talks much unless I'm directly addressed or I feel like I need to contribute something worthwhile to say. And maybe it's just because I don't talk to human babies in their own language ("Gurgle! Coo! Wail!") that I don't think I can talk to cats all the time in meows and hisses. I'm learning how to be playful in my language when I'm around them, though. When one of my cats nudge me for a petting, I'll happily oblige. And watching them show off is probably one of the most fun moments of being a cat caretaker.
I've only fallen asleep on the BART once, and it was when I was a little tyke. These people, however...these people need to take Ginseng or something.
(link via Pathetic Earthlings)
Glenn Reynolds has a couple posts up on our media's portrayal of how things are going in Iraq right now. The clear slant of most news reports makes the situation look pretty depressing (I keep hearing the word "quagmire" in some corners), but independent reports from individuals who've visited Iraq during the last several months give more optimistic views.
It's not the slant that made me switch majors from Journalism to English, but I wonder what would've happened if I'd stayed the course and actually become a journo. Would my articles have read just as bleak? Where does the fault lie - with the reporters or their editors?
At any rate, can someone slap some sense into these folks? Their bias is so clear that it's almost as disgusting as watching some drunk idiot expose himself to a few kiddies in a playground.
One never hears about any individual or group of people fasting anymore, it seems, but fasting as a "exercise" of faith and spiritual renewal still exists today.
The first time I ever fasted was about five years ago, and let's just say it wasn't smart to pig out once it was over. Since then, my church has done several three-day corporate fasts (meaning, almost the entire congregation fasted together) for a number of reasons. Today we started another one.
So, with that in mind...it isn't until we start one of these corporate fasts that suddenly I'm craving all the things I've decided to put off for the next few days.
Like chocolateAIM.
Argh.
The Washington Times is running a thoroughly fascinating three-part series on the attendance boom in some Christian colleges. Check it out.
You've made me acknowledge the devil in me
I hope to God I'm talkin' metaphorically
Hope that I'm talkin' allegorically
Know that I'm talkin' about the way I feel
And I've never known a girl like you before...Edwyn Collins, "A Girl Like You" (full lyrics)
Depending on the circumstance, the beat, the story behind the song and/or the lyrics themselves, everyone gets a certain song stuck in their head for a little bit, and this song's been stuck in mine.
What song's stuck in your head right now?
P.S. Demi Moore is a kick-butt bad girl. Really. Just watch a catfight between her and Cameron Diaz and you'll see what I mean.
I shamelessly stole this idea from Jay, don'tcha know.
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- a true random number service
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...and random chickens!
You shouldn't be here today. I didn't lose a loved one on September 11, 2001. None of my relatives gave their [lives] in military service to their country in Afghanistan. I was just another shell shocked American watching from a safe distance wrapped in the comfort and safety of [her] home.I was on my way home via train, actually, when I first heard about a plane crash in NYC. One of my best friends had called me, upset, saying that something terrible had happened at the WTC, but I was still bewildered. It was an hour after the first tower had collapsed before I got back to my apartment and found out what had happened. Funny how little details like this can stay with you two years later...
Some urge us to move on. Let the dead lie dead. Live.
I'll live. I have classes to go to today, chores to do, errands to run, prayers to say, words to write, people to visit. Life will still go on. I'll still breathe.
It doesn't mean I'll forget.
Can you guess which movie I'm watching by looking at this picture?
Dictionary.com gives several definitions of this word: A figure of speech in which the expression is an evident exaggeration of the meaning intended to be conveyed, or by which things are represented as much greater or less, better or worse, than they really are; a statement exaggerated fancifully, through excitement, or for effect.
I got an email from a friend this morning - here's a snippet:
It just struck me as noteworthy, when I read your last post. The harshness of the phrase "well, screw it." in juxtapostion with the verse from Psalm 51, "Create in me a clean heart oh God, and renew a right spirit within me." Not that you should take offence, and I'm not "rebuking" you. I'm not even saying its wrong. It just seemed a bit incongruous.It was hyperbole, that's all. Yeah, it does seem pretty, er, contradictory when facing the verse I put up for the next couple weeks, but the post was written during a moment of frustration.
And if I sound defensive of what I posted...well, scr-- Oh, nevermind. (Heh.)
You heard it here first: I'd read a book by Thomas Harris any day over something by Jane Austen, which is considered a classic in lots of "literature" circles. Well, screw it.
That's right, you writing elitists who decry popular fiction. You're just jealous 'cause they sell more books 'n you do!
Too much going on at the moment with school, family, friends and church, so I haven't had time to post anything significant. Peruse the blogs on the 'Roll or browse the Archives. I'll be back shortly.