Posted on 01/03/2013 6:36:29 PM PST by BenLurkin
I thought “Titanic” was such a totally stupid movie that when I was given the two-VHS boxed set for some holiday or another, I almost immediately gave it away. “North and South” was “good” (with reservations) but sappy stories are just that: Sappy. I don’t do romances, even though to some extent, I am a romantic.
The plots are predictible, the bodies differ only by settings, and the endings are always mundane.
If I had a yard “that big,” I would have found more things to do with the possessions than letting the ground go fallow. The possibilities are endless!
If I had a boat, it would be yours, NTI. No question. I even wish I could replace the equipment you lost. It would do my heart good to help someone I care about.
Every day is The Day of Chocolate! I am NEVER without it!
The brown tiles seemed somehow familiar to him, and he wanted desperately to reach into the shiny tiles and find some strength.
His nose was so close to the chocolate...no, not chocolate! Close to the TILES!
The sweet smell of chocolate seemed to envelope him in a warm, brown cocoon...he didn't realize that the bathroom was no longer a room in his loft...
Meanwhile, across the city, a man stared at a wall of green shower tiles.
They seemed to be devouring his very soul.
He had to get away, so he did the only thing he knew how to do!
“Honey, I’m going to go to the store, need anything?”
“No dear, not tonight.” she said, her facial tentacles wiggling in apathy.
“I still have my copies of the Chronicles of Narnia somewhere.”
Ahh, “The Chronicles...”; I need to re-read them all to combat the calcifying effects of middle age.
Lewis’ space trilogy (Perelandra, Out of a Silent Planet, That Hideous Strength) is worth an intentional read; being a sort of an Lewis’ own rendering of Creation, Fall, and Apocalypse.
I highly recommend his wartime radio broadcasts wherein he accepted the invitation of the BBC to explain “mere Christianity” to a beleaguered British people; these having been brought together in the book bearing that title.
And among the works of Lewis’ other close friends — “The Inklings” as they came to be called — Dorothy L. Sayers’ “Letters to a Diminished Church” is highly recommended. At the very least, the reader’s inner grammarian will revel in Sayers’ masterful command of the English language, but she delivers immeasurably more.
“Somehow or other, and with the best intentions, we have shown the world the typical Christian in the likeness of a crashing and rather ill-natured bore — and this in the Name of One who assuredly never bored a soul in those thirty-three years during which He passed through this world like a flame. Let us, in Heaven’s name, drag out the Divine Drama from under the dreadful accumulation of slipshod thinking and trashy sentiment heaped upon it, and set it on an open stage to startle the world into some sort of vigorous reaction.”
This seems a tall order, but Sayers expends the balance of her work keeping that target under continual barrage with an unrelenting bombardment of theological and philosophical munitions laced throughout with such wit and humor as to achieve the end without becoming oppressive or suffocating.
Yah. Julia Roberts should have stayed married to him.
Off for the night; in too much pain to sit here.
“Someone bake some chocolate-chip cookies ...”
You may expect to be rescued by a diminutive, and too-cheerful elf employed at a bakery in a tree.
” There has to be another answer. And I don’t have long to find it. “
CO2.
LIQUID CO2.
LOTS of liquid CO2.
How fast can PRAXAIR or AIR LIQUIDE get to you with a truck?
“Do goats eat ivy?”
No.
Mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy.
Goodnight Face.
See you probably on Monday.
This weekend is going to be frustration central for me.
Ducking incoming flak for very bad rank-smelling pun ...
The Holly and the Kudzu
now both are fully grown
of all the trees that were in the woods
the Kudzu tore them down
I agree Bob, but this is not my baby, so it's not my choice. (as frustrating as that may be.)
I guess the good news is that Mother and Child shouldn't be in the hospital for very long.
I am so thankful for our family doctor. He delivered my Son in 1991, and will be delivering my daughter's baby in 2013. Not many of us have that kind of long term relationship with a family doctor. We are very lucky.
I know that sounds cool, but my Church is on Broadway and it's a Church play. Still, God moved powerfully through it last week. We have high hopes for Him to do the same tomorrow. We're doing "The Cross and The Switchblade."
We'll handle that mocha blob tomorrow.
Wow! Just...wow.
40 degrees? Better get the warm weather gear out and turn the fans on!
*sigh*
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