1/16/2004

please no wagering

I'm predicting I'll see at least two couches abandoned on the interstate on my impending journey.

Dear friends of ours a couple of years ago made the observation that a rule of law is that while undertaking Interstate travel, you will encounter at least one piece of abandoned furniture alongside the road.

That rule has pretty much proven true, our most recent nationwide travel included.

I'm further predicting that both couches will be in a state of poor repair,* both will be various shades of brown, and of a tapestry print that went out of home-decor vogue in the early 80s.

hittin' the road

I'm just about to head over to Lexington South Carolina for a men's conference. Every time I say Lexington, I automatically say "Kentucky." I feel like Joey Tribiani who can't nail the "mmmm....soup" line (that was the quiz to which noone responded earlier).

I'll be driving an Avis-supplied Pontiac Vibe. It looks cooler than it runs. Once it gets started it sounds like Pontiac has engineered a Flinstonian contraption wherein a maraca-playing capuchin monkey wearing tiny tapdance shoes is contained in a small five-gallon metallic barrell, chasing a perpetually out-of-reach banana on a stick, which in turn drives the loosely-bound rubberbands wound around strategically positioned pair of oppositional Magic 8 Balls.

Will Bryan's Vibe break down when the monkey gets tired?
*all signs point to yes*

Will Bryan be resuced by roadside service?
*the future is cloudy*

Even though he's lost his vibe, will Bryan get his groove back?
*ask later*


the image above has been supplied for solely your entertainment. If you can't laugh at a monkey pulling a wagon, then you're either a member of PETA, an overly-sensitive evolutionist, or you just need to lighten up.

1/15/2004

the media bites

I just watched the liberal propaganda that is the Channel 11 NBC newscast. And I pine for the days when Ron Burgundy was a newsman.

They spent several minutes talking about how "nobody wanted President Bush" here in Atlanta because numerous people of all races showed up to protest the president's visit to MLK's gravesite. The end of the newscast said, "more than a hundred people showed up to protest. One estimate was that up to seven hundred protestors took part."

Well, isn't that impressive? Even with a generous estimate, less than 1/5 of 1 percent of the Atlanta (proper) population shows up, behaves uncivilized, and that somehow becomes "Atlanta doesn't want him here."

Then, to top it off, the very next story continues to tell what else President Bush accomplished in his trip here. And in less than 30 seconds, they remark that 750 bipartisan supporters took part in a gathering that raised $2.3 million. There of course was no corollary statement that "Atlanta wanted him here," even though more showed up in support (or that, by extension, 99.85% of the rest of us were unoffended enough to not protest his visit). Instead, the lead female anchor (who, Ron Ferguson points out, have brains one-third the size of his own, "it's science.") summarizes the report with a smug, smarmy, condescending, pithy "Hm. Interesting."

details at 11

The Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy trailer is now available online.

In Jen's question of who is funnier, Robin Williams or Steve Martin, my vote is definitely C: Will Ferrell

DTTV

The latest episode of Donald Trump Television has once again affirmed my total lack of faith in humanity. Decision makers chose sex over substance, ick over integrity. And Sam the Cockaroach has lived to disgust America another day.

I'm convinced that he's only around for the animosity factor. There's no way he'd make it to the end. But he will be around long enough to become the most despised personality in Reality TV.

One has to have ambitions, after all.

ecclesiastical frustration

I'm searching for good quotes regarding church. They are hard to come by. What does that say about the condition of man?

this date in extended office meeting history

On 11:53 a.m. on January 15, 2004, toward the conclusion of a three-hour meeting, Bryan McAnally, editor, attempted to speak the word "edification" while thinking of the word "motivation." The result was the utterance of the newly-created abomination, "motivification."

The resulting cacophany destroyed all productivity as Mr. McAnally's credibility disintegrated in a chorus of chiding laughter.

sung to the tune of there were nine in the bed...

So they all rolled over and one fell off.

Cap'n Ed was my source of info that Carol "Even Al Gore Things I'm A Lefty Extremist" Mosely-Braun is finally conceding defeat. Her campaign, which by rough estimates ran long by only as many days as it existed, --saddled by debt, marked by questionable ethics, and defined antiwar rhetoric -- is throwing its less-than-considerable weight to Howard Dean. News of this endorsement thrilled both Deanies and Republicans alike.

Who's next? is the next big question. Kucinich appears to be stricken by an odd combination of "Little Man's Syndrome" and "Ross Perot Complex," and will stay until forcibly removed. Sharpton is ready to shout RACISM! at anyone who tries to usher him out the door. The Two-Headed Beast of Kerry & Gephard is doing everything it can to overtake the Two-Headed Beast of Dean & Clark. Lieberman is laying low, riding out the storm until he has better odds. And Edwards is discovering that Kennedy haircuts can only take you so far in this day and age.

So who's next? Not that I endorse wagering in any way shape or form, you can go here and see what the oddsmakers think (at the bottom of the page -- You know its bad when your odds aren't as good as a non-running participant).

burger, fries, rootbeer float, and evidence that Jesus of Nazareth is the Messiah

Yes, I'm cleaning out my "blog ideas" folder...the stuff that really was important enough to save, but not able to overcome my short attention span for one reason or another. That fact should by no means prejudice you against the material that follows.

Here's a few links regarding an AW restaurant in Frisco, Colorado, that doubles as a Messianic Jewish outreach ministry. Corporate Wonks have tried to shut down the evangelism. The owners, who are NAMB partners through the Colorado Baptist General Convention, have complied with the letter of the law, but have resisted the efforts to be silenced. Atheists and Jewish people are upset.

I am bemused by the perception that people feel like they have the right to not be offended by the gospel message of Jesus Christ. People are offended that an AW sign is being used to tell people to rejoice in God. Nowhere is it mandated that an individual must abandon all personal faith to run a business. Not in America anyway. People are offended that they walked in looking for a cup of hot chocolate and instead were assaulted by the presence of Messianic Jewish literature in the facility. What, did you miss the 30' tall sign outside the building? Did the literature force itself to be read?

The ADL has taken an interesting position on this issue...on one hand requesting corporate intervention, and on the other passively acquiescing that no real offense has taken place, though they believe that "evangelism is a sin." I am so thankful for the Drebenstedts. They appear to share the heart of Paul, who himself so broken over the lostness of his countrymen that he lamented, "I tell the truth in Christ, I am not lying, my conscience also bearing me witness in the Holy Spirit, that I have great sorrow and continual grief in my heart" (Romans 9:1-2).

I've been in this AW a few times. The burgers are hot. The fries are crisp. And the Bread of Life is incredibly fulfilling.

Please pray for these folks and their ministry.

well, they were half-way there

Kyle showed me this site a while back and I never got around to posting it here. Here are a season's worth of animations created for the official Tampa Bay Buccaneers website, illustratively talking smack about their various opponents. I guess their intent was to scare all the techdorks of the opposing teams. While very entertaining, I think they might have been focused on the wrong aspect of the opposition.

At least they were able to talk the talk. Maybe they figured they walked enough of the walk last year.

ummm...no thanks

Inbox Canned Meat Product this morning included a first...an invitation to join the Klu Klux Klan. I didn't follow the link and I won't post it here. You'll have to go elsewhere to find Kool Krispy Kremes, thankyouverymuch.

I understand how Electronically-Delivered Canned Meat Product works, in that it banks on a .1 to 1 percent return on its investment, figuring it can in that group of respondents tap into a basic appeal whether it be lust, greed, or a desire for free cable television. I find it peculiar that the KKK is banking on arbitrarily locating folks with a latent hatred broiling under the veneer of their persona, just waiting to burst forth when the right invitation to join the party of malice and discontent comes along. I would think that this SPAM rates with the most likely to be considered offensive and worthy of strict punishment.

1/14/2004

blog challenge #1

Here are the 100 most misspelled words in the English language.

The challenge, if you choose to accept it, is to write a story using all 100 of the words. Believe me, I'm not going to count, so just bold them in your contribution. Post your effort at your site and link to it in the comments.

My effort will arrive once someone else contributes, assuring me that this isn't another ill-conceived, hare-brained idea.

discovery dogma

We just caught a nice little piece of humanistic Bible-bashing on the Discovery Channel.

They were airing "Ancient Evidence: David & Goliath." In it, they say that David is a liar, a cheat, a scoundrel, and a murderer. I'm cool with that. The Bible says that, too.

But they parted company with the Bible in several areas, discrediting virtually every accomplishment, and assigning him guilt where the Bible proclaims him to be innocent.

You would think to accomplish this, the "some scholars" to which the narrator (the dude who helmed the Deep Space Nine Cropduster) constantly referred would have to have found recent evidence that presented contradictory evidence to the biblical claims.

Not so. Their "ancient evidence" proving the guilt of David was...drumroll please...the Bible. These "scholars" confidently stated that the extraordinary lengths to which the Bible went in professing the innocence of David was irrefutable evidence of his obvious guilt. Why else, they would posit, was it necessary to go so overboard on his alibi and profound grief over the death of Saul and/or Absalom?

So, they summarized, David was a bad dude. But the very thing that may damage his biblical credibility was the very thing that kept him in power.

Ahhh...thank you for a totally humanized, sanitize-God-out-of-the-story of a real, flawed-but-redeemed hero of the faith, complete with the wrap-it-up-in-a-bow ending that smugly says nothing while at the same time thinking its saying something. I think I ought to sue the Discovery Channel for damages to an hour of my life that I'll never get back. I'd be willing to settle out of court, though, because at least the commercials had some value.

honk if you love bumperstickers!

via email:


    Impotence...Nature's way of saying "No hard feelings,"

    The proctologist called ...they found your head.

    Everyone has a photographic memory...some just don't have any film.

    I used to have a handle on life...but it broke off.

    Some people just don't know how to drive...I call these people "Everybody But Me"

    Heart Attacks...God's revenge for eating His animal friends.

    Don't like mydriving? Then quit watching me.

    If you can read this...I can slam on my brakes and sue you.

    Try not to let your mind wander...It is too small and fragile to be out by itself.

paper or plastic

Daniel very graciously complimented this blog. I played this game at his site. I now have a deeper respect for change-givers. Especially ones "on the clock."

survey says....

The Evangelical Outpost has a great post on some bloggers who are lashing out against Barna's latest findings that 49 percent of ministers don't possess a biblical world view.

Rather than rehashing here, just go read the post.

I do have this to add...

I completely agree with the findings, as well as to the quashing of the opposition. I recognize that there is tremendous power in how the question is asked. It does not surprise me at all that barely a majority of "Christians" agree with these very gracious parameters of defining a biblical worldview:
--Absolute moral truths exist.
--Such truth is defined by the Bible;
--Jesus Christ lived a sinless life;
--God is the all-powerful and all-knowing Creator of the universe and He stills rules it today;
--Salvation is a gift from God and cannot be earned;
--Satan is real;
--A Christian has a responsibility to share their faith in Christ with other people;
--The Bible is accurate in all of its teachings.

If Barna were to have toughened up the language even a little bit, the biblical world view would no doubt be in the minority (my more stringent criteria in italics):
--Moral truth is absolute, there is no relative truth.
--The Bible defines all moral truth;
--Jesus Christ was born by the conception of the Holy Spirit to a virgin mother and lived a sinless life;
--God is the all-powerful and all-knowing.
--He alone is Creator of the universe and He actively & interactively rules it today;
--Salvation is the literal and eternal restoration of man back to God whereby man obtains entrance to heaven, It is a grace gift from God and cannot be earned;
--Satan is real; yet he is not the antithesis of God in that he is limited in his power, knowledge, and presence;
--A Christian has a responsibility, obligation, and privilege to share their faith in Christ with other people;
--The Bible is accurate (without error) in all of its teachings.

If this were the litmus test, many who had previously agreed would no doubt demit. I understand that these, as were Barna's standards, would be labeled as "a particular brand" of Christianity, falsely implying an extremist subset of the faith. And I concur that an even larger minority of believers hold these things to be the manifestos of their faith.

However, my stand is simple. If "fundamentalist" means taking God at His Word, that's where I have pitched my tent. I wholly believe that there will come a day when God will examine me, as by fire. And when that happens, this conversation won't:

    God: Didn't you read where I said...
    Me: Of course I did, but I didn't think you meant it.
    God: Why would you have thought that?
    Me: I thought you were going for a more symbolic idea...you know, not so literal.
    God: Really?
    Me: Don't look so incredulous. You have to admit, a lot of that stuff didn't make sense. It was pretty close-minded, doncha think?
    God: You know, you're right. I can't believe I never saw it that way before...I sure appreciate you giving me a new perspective!
    Me: Hey, always glad to help out. You don't mind if I sit in that big throne, do you? It seems like I've been standing in line for *an eternity!*


My point is simple: In the end, Jesus gets to define "biblical world view." Just as in the past, there will be many who disagree with His assessment. Regardless, He has final say. And for those he determines to have a faulty world view, the consequence is severe.

oh hurl

In responding to a request by Kyle to write a feature for his mag, I created what may be the most horrendous, convoluted, ungraceful sentence ever:
    In the perfect world, every Challenger would see the culmination of his time in the group as a commissioning into an adult life of exploring the adventure of being on mission with God.


In response to its moans of agony, this statement has been euthanized; put down in the name of mercy.

buhbye brogblog

Though I've taken Kyle from the blogroll, due to his resignation from blogging, his wonderful bride continues. I wanted to give her every opportunity to break the news, but my immature lack of patience overtook that noble intent. So, with Kyle's permission, I sadly announce that the Brogblog family will soon be relocating to Mississippi, as he has accepted a new ministry opportunity as a director of communications for a medical missions agency.

We are sad for us, but extremely happy for them. Please pray for them in the weeks ahead as they walk by faith in this exciting adventure. The temporal life knows no greater joy than stepping confidently into the grace, wisdom, and provision of God for the purpose of being used to glorify Him with the fabric of one's life. We pray that the Lord blesses this dear family with an abundance of earthly and spiritual blessings as they seek His will and obey the call.

give him a hand for 'i saw the light'

Matt shares about a recent conversation with a friend, Al. A visit to Al's site reveals Al to be a gifted musician, particularly with the human hand as well as the common hand saw. Turn up the speakers loud to hear rousing renditions of Jesus Loves Me and Amazing Grace, respectively.

going for a walk

My Damascus Road has been added to the blogroll.

a hero returns

One of our staff returned this week after 11 months serving in Iraq. He spoke humbly at an informal reception in his honor, sharing understated tales of perils they faced, attacks withstood, victories accomplished, and peace restored.

He is a man who loves all people, loves his country, and loves the Lord. I am proud and thankful we have brave soldiers such as he in our military.

you have much to learn, grasshopper

I don't know if this is real or not, but it is funny (via email):

    Here are 16 actual error messages seen on the computer screens in Japan. Aren't these better than "your computer has performed an illegal operation"?
    --------------------------------------------
    The Web site you seek cannot be located, but countless more exist.
    --------------------------------------------
    Chaos reigns within. Reflect, repent, and reboot. Order shall return.
    --------------------------------------------
    Program aborting: Close all that you have worked on. You ask far too much.
    --------------------------------------------
    Windows NT crashed.
    I am the Blue Screen of Death.
    No one hears your screams.
    --------------------------------------------
    Yesterday it worked. Today it is not working. Windows is like that.
    --------------------------------------------
    Your file was so big. It might be very useful. But now it is gone.
    --------------------------------------------
    Stay the patient course. Of little worth is your ire. The network is down.
    --------------------------------------------
    A crash reduces your expensive computer to a simple stone.
    --------------------------------------------
    Three things are certain: Death, taxes and lost data. Guess which has occurred?
    --------------------------------------------
    You step in the stream, but the water has moved on. This page is not here.
    -------------------------------------------
    Out of memory. We wish to hold the whole sky, But we never will.
    ------------------------------------------------
    Having been erased, The document you're seeking must now be retyped.
    --------------------------------------------
    Serious error. All shortcuts have disappeared.
    --------------------------------------------
    Screen.
    Mind.
    Both are blank.

welcome

Ecumenical Insanity has been added to the roll. Check out the lunacy.

shrinkage

Ricky at NGD alerts us to the news that the Indian python isn't as big as it was claimed to be.

It never is, is it? It never is.

Rumors that the reptile had recently been swimming in a nearby cool water swimming pool have not been confirmed.

The snake's handler gave an expected explanation:
    "I have no idea why the snake has shrunk," said one keeper when asked about the discrepancy, as the snake lounged on a tree branch inside its cage.


They never do, do they? They never do.

Even so, I'd not be eager to meet up with this bad boy, especially if he had an appetite.


If that opinion makes me an ophiciophobe, so be it.

I'll live with the repercussion.

what's my problem

I just used the word "disseminated" in an email to a colleague, in the proper context. For some reason, though, I felt like it was completely inappropriate, and that in good taste, I should have chosen something less icky.

Checking the definition made me even more certain of myself, given the etymology.

Then I saw its common root with the word "seminary."

This discovery has put me in a surprisingly and unusually blue mood.

1/13/2004

is this what the bible means by "understanding in your own tongue?"

I don't care who you are...this is cool:

    Iranian quake survivors see 'God with us' in Alabama team
    By Mark Kelly

    BIRMINGHAM, Ala. (BP) -- Survivors of a devastating Dec. 26 earthquake in Bam, Iran, are seeing the love of God demonstrated through the work of Southern Baptist disaster relief volunteers from Alabama who rushed to the scene to help.

    The suffering of the city's residents is heartbreaking, volunteers said.

    The words "Alabama Disaster Relief" provided the first witness to God's love as the team began unloading equipment and supplies, said team leader Larry Murphy of Enterprise, Ala. Iranian helpers saw those words stenciled on the side of supply crates and saw in "Alabama" a combination of words in their own language: "Ala" sounds like their word for God, "Ba" like their word for "with" and "ma" sounds like "us."

    The Iranians translated "Alabama Disaster Relief" to mean "'God with us' Disaster Relief."

    "When I heard that, I just jumped and said, 'Yes!'" Murphy said.

    REDUCED TO RUBBLE
    The Alabama team was assigned the lead role in feeding operations in Bam, a key role in the wider relief response mounted by humanitarian organizations from around the world. A Baptist Men's team from Texas followed the Alabama volunteers into the heart of the ruined city. Baptist disaster relief volunteers from several other states plan to follow in the weeks to come. The earthquake killed more than one-third of Bam's 80,000 inhabitants. The tremor, which registered 6.6 on the Richter scale, reduced the entire city to rubble. Tens of thousands of residents are homeless.

    The Alabama volunteers supplied more than 900 meals a day to survivors living in a refugee camp outside the city. Plans are in place to increase that capacity so more than 2,000 meals a day can be provided. Volunteers also are providing water and medical assistance and distributing sleeping bags, blankets, clothing and other goods. They have identified reconstruction needs, including the possibility of building an orphanage. More than 1,200 children have been left without any living relative. Other relief possibilities may include constructing a temporary school and earthquake-resistant houses or providing childcare and counseling.

what's black and white and red all over?

John Gray with a nose bleed.

This doctor guy is responsible for "Men are from Mars, women are from Venus," making millions of dollars for the enlightening revelation that men and women are different.

His epiphany has spawned a bevy of progeny, some satirical, some disagreeing, some nonsensical.

Including:

    Women are from Bras, Men are from PenusWhen a woman is stressed out, she talks - on and on, yatta, yatta, yatta. When a woman is not stressed out, she also talks on and on. Generally speaking, a woman is generally speaking. Many men are under the misconception that a woman always has to have the last word. This is not true because a woman never gets to the last word.


    Women are from Venus, Men Are From JupiterSomehow Indian men are too "intimidated" to come up and talk to us. Why is it so hard for them to make the first move? I have no problem extending my arm, shaking someoneis hand and saying "hello." You can tell guys are nervous when they don't shake your arm heartily. I hate those puny, effeminate handshakes. An assertive man will never go limp.


    Women Are From the Forebrain, Men Are From the Medulla OblongataMen are simple. Women are complex. Men want to act toward women as if they were as simple as men. Women want to act toward men as if they were as complex as women. Thus, neither gender reacts the way the other gender thinks they should. This leads to conflict.

    For example, take the basic fight-starting question, "Do I look fat?" First, you know it's a woman asking the question. Men are perfectly capable of categorizing themselves as either fat or thin without any outside consultation. They feel no need to discuss the matter. Women can also do this, but that isn't the point of the question.


    Men are from Morden, Women are from WimbledonIs your relationship stuck on the Circle Line, or did it terminate abruptly before you got home? Is your beloved Wapping or Barking? An Angel or an Elephant (and Castle)? Is your romance moving along the platform or did it derail at Acton causing a national incident?


    Women are From Venus - Men are From Hell"Men are stupid and women are crazy. And the reason women are so crazy is because men are so?.stupid." - George Carlin

    "I got divorced recently. It was a mixed marriage. I'm human, he was Klingon." - Carol Leifer

    "It's a mans world, but women are running it, secretly." - Cheri Oteri

    "The only thing that keeps me from being happily married?..is my husband." - Andra Douglas


    WOMEN SPEAK IN ESTROGEN AND MEN LISTEN in TESTOSTERONE When a relationship ends, a woman will cry and pour her heart out to her girlfriends, and she will write a poem titled "All Men Are Idiots". Then she will get on with her life. A man has a little more trouble letting go. Six months after the break-up, at 3:00 a.m. on a Saturday night, he will call and say, "I just wanted to let you know you ruined my life, and I'll never forgive you, and I hate you, and you're a total floozy. But, I want you to know that there's always a chance for us." This is known as the "I Hate You I Love You" drunken phone call, and 99% of all men have made it at least once. There are community colleges that offer courses to help men get over this need.


    Men Are From Mars Women Are From Next TuesdayThe notion that "Men Are From Mars; Women Are From Venus" is in itself a very male way of looking at the differences between the sexes. A more gender-neutral perspective would describe men as coming from a place and women from a moment. In fact, it is the differing ways in which men and women view space and time that account for all of the principal biologic influences that determine Mental Sex.


    MEN ARE FROM ISRAEL, WOMEN ARE FROM MOABSam has a sincere love for Jesus Christ. He also is a devoted husband and father. He relates to his children in a warm and compassionate manner. When dealing with behavioral problems, he is thoughtful and intuitive in his response. Yet his wife belittles him because he isn't tough and logical in dealing with discipline. "Why can't you be like other men?" she laments.


    Men Are From Sears, Women Are From NordstromWithout males, there would be no such sport as professional lawn mower racing. Also, there would be a 100 percent decline in the annual number of deaths related to efforts to shoot beer cans off of heads. Also, if women were in charge of all the world's nations, there would be, I sincerely believe this, virtually no military conflicts, and if there were a military conflict, everybody involved would feel just awful and there would soon be a high-level exchange of thoughtful notes written on greeting cards with flowers on the front, followed by a Peace Luncheon (which would be salads, with the dressing on the side).


    Men Are From Quake, Women Are From Ultima EVERY month or so Heather Crouch's husband, Si, used to bring home a new computer game, and she considered it one of her "wifely duties" to watch as he set it up and started killing monsters. After 15 minutes or so, she would walk away. But one day Si Crouch brought home a game called Ultima Online, and from the first moment Heather saw it, she was hooked.


    Men are from Carnival! Women are from Holland America! * Women are dreaming about headline entertainment
    * Men are dreaming about their wives being entertaining.
    * Men are thinking about how many entrees and desserts they can order without looking like complete pigs.
    * Women are thinking if they only have one entree, then they can sneak in an extra dessert... and that the men look like pigs already.
    * Women can't wait to play afternoon bingo.
    * Men can't wait for afternoon bingo, so they can nap in peace.


    Women are from Venus, men are idiots"Because men and women are so different, a relationship can only reflect the needs of the man or the woman. One hundred percent of the time he has to reflect the needs of the woman, whether it's communication, sex or love, or else he's not doing his job right."


    Other different points of origin for men & women
    Men=GM, Women=Ford

    Men=Lockerrooms, Women=Luxury Boxes

    Men=X, Women=Y

    I once heard a deep thinker profoundly mutter, "Women are from Venus, Men are from Whatever You Do Is Wrong."


The reality is women are from Earth. Men are from Earth. Some of us men come from Man Town, and others come from the Antique District. Some of the women come from Barbieville, others come from Plaid Flannel and Beyond.

Men and women are different.

Men and women are the same.

But mostly, they're different.

Now get over it.

between a rock and a hard place

Tony shows off his big brain by answering le renard's classic conundrum, posed by a student.

a loss of innocence

A couple of nights ago, we were watching the news, and there was coverage of the Democrats attacks on President Bush. Kaylyn watched for a moment, suddenly making a connection.

She: Daddy...
Me: Yes dear?
She: Are these people saying that President Bush isn't doing a good job?
Me: Yes, that's what they're saying.
She: Why are they saying that?
Me: Because they want to have his job. And the way to get his job is to try to convince people that he isn't doing the job well.
She: That's mean.
Me: Well, some of it is mean. He's just doing the job differently than they would. And we get to pick who we think will do it better.
She: Well, *I* think President Bush is doing a great job, even though I really don't know what a President does...

proverbs #153

Some people will make a cloak out of a very small scrap of religion.

proverbs #152

When a lawyer dies, he lies still.

proverbs #151

Those who know God will be humble. Those who know themselves cannot be proud.

blogidolatry

Living Room is starting up a Blogger Idol "experience." It will be slightly competitive in nature, but not so much as the King of the Blogs competition. I'm looking forward to it. This, like others, are fun and challenging to me as a writer.

happy for a friend

Okay, all politics aside...and I really have to do that for this post....

I have to say that I'm extremely proud of an old friend.*

I recently posted on the finalists of the MoveOn.org competition, but didn't even realize that one of the finalists was a longtime friend of mine. Tonight I've discovered that my friend, Angel, is part of the creative team that won the award for Best Youth Ad.


We've known each other since we were both five, and we've disagreed on just about everything for about the past 10 or so years, except on the opinion that I'm a fabulous friend and a snappy dresser.

But this isn't about me...it's about my friend. In fact, in an unprecedented expression of my largesse, I present the unedited press release of the accomplishment:
    Best Youth Market AdA black-and-white ad of a stressed young man responding to the President’s taunt to terrorists, “Bring It On,” by Jared Ewy, assisted by Angel Sexton and Drew Adams, all of Englewood, CO, was the popular choice for the best youth-oriented ad.

    Speaking in a breakneck pace associated with MTV-style productions, the fast-walking man on screen exclaims: “Bring it on? Our soldiers in a hotbed of hate. And you say bring it on to people who accessorize with dynamite?”

    It continues: “I like the part about saying you support the troops, but you tried to sneak in a combat pay cut. Oh, and the lie about needing a pricey ride on a jump jet. Saddam, jobs, Osama gone—and you blowing money on a photo op?” The ad concludes: “The voters know. So, ‘bring it on!’”


Ange, I'm very proud of you, and I look forward to the day when you use your powers for good instead of evil!!



*The term "old friend" is not intended to imply that she is in fact old. I am actually perpetually 10 days older and wiser. The adjective "old" instead is a descriptor of the duration of our friendship. I apologize for any confusion this may have caused. Old friend.

1/12/2004

a living epistle

from the inbox:
    Two cars were waiting at a stoplight. The light turned green, but the man didn't notice it. A woman in the car behind him is watching traffic pass around them.

    The woman began pounding on her steering wheel and yelling at the man to move. The man didn't move. The woman went ballistic inside her car, ranting >and raving at the man, pounding on her steering wheel and dash The light turned yellow.

    The woman began to blow the car horn, flipped him off and screamed curses at the man.

    The man, hearing the commotion, looks up, saw the yellow light and accelerated through the intersection just as the light turned red.

    The woman was beside herself, screaming in frustration as she missed her chance to get through the intersection.

    As she was still in 'mid-rant' she heard a tap on the window and looked up into the barrel of a gun held by a very serious looking policeman.

    The policeman told her to shut off her car while keeping both hands in sight. She complied, speechless at what was happening.

    After she shut off the engine, the policeman ordered her to exit her car with her hands up. She got out of the car and he ordered her to turn and place her hands on her car. She turned, placed her hands on the roof of her car and quickly was cuffed and was hustled into the patrol car. She was too bewildered by the chain of events to ask any questions and was driven to the police station where she was fingerprinted, photographed, searched, booked and placed in a cell.

    After a couple of hours, a policeman approached the cell and opened the door for her. She was escorted back to the booking desk where the original officer was waiting with her personal effects.

    He handed her a bag containing her things and said, "I'm really sorry for this mistake. But you see, I pulled up behind your car while you were blowing your horn, flipping that guy off and cussing a blue streak at the car in front of you, and then I noticed the "Choose Life" license plate holder, the "What Would Jesus Do" and "Follow Me to Sunday School" bumper stickers and the chrome plated Christian fish emblem on the trunk, so naturally I assumed that you had stolen someone else's car"

dean's school of theology, chapter III

I don't mean to keep beating a dead ass, but Demmy Dean keeps belaboring the issue.
    Ungerer called on the Democrats to heed the biblical maxim of "love thy neighbor," adding: "Please tone down the garbage, the mean-mouthing, of tearing down your neighbor, and being so pompous."

    Dean, who listened quietly, immediately replied, "George Bush is not my neighbor." When Ungerer tried to interrupt, the former governor shouted: "You sit down! You had your say, and now I'm going to have my say." . . .

    "Under the guise of supporting your neighbor, we're all expected not to criticize the president because it's unpatriotic. I think it's unpatriotic to do some of the things that this president has done to the country," Dean said to applause. "It is time not to put up any of this 'love thy neighbor.' "


Make no mistake about it. This is not a political issue...this is a spiritual issue.

Think I'm crazy? It's okay, you're probably not alone....

    Matthew 5:43-44"You have heard that it was said, `You shall love your neighbor and hate your enemy.' But I say to you, love your enemies, bless those who curse you, do good to those who hate you, and pray for those who spitefully use you and persecute you


    Luke 10:25-29 And behold, a certain lawyer stood up and tested Him, saying, "Teacher, what shall I do to inherit eternal life?'' He said to him, "What is written in the law? What is your reading of it?'' So he answered and said, " `You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, with all your strength, and with all your mind,' and `your neighbor as yourself.' '' And He said to him, "You have answered rightly; do this and you will live.'' But he, wanting to justify himself, said to Jesus, "And who is my neighbor?''


So Dean is the like the young lawyer (except that he's a middle-aged physician/politician)....eager to give Bin Laden the benefit of the doubt and consider his innocence, but cocksure that his own countryman is not his neighbor, unable to speak about him with any grace -- and willing to bully aging gentlemen who can.

am i the only one #2

Am I the only person who thinks "little tyke" is redundant?

am i the only one #1

Am I the only person who thinks they shouldn't call the candy M& Ms, unless you find them in pairs? The correct name should be Ms (Ems, not Miss)

be it resolved

Now that I can take a minute from the phone, and having finished a healthy lunch consisting of a cup of reheated coffee and a handful of M&Ms, I pause before an afternoon of meetings to give you Mikey's latest:
    NEW YEARS RESOLUTIONS YOU CAN KEEP
    Are you sick of making the same resolutions year after year that you never keep? Why not promise to do something you can actually accomplish? Here are some resolutions that you can use as a starting point:

    ~ Gain weight. At least 30 pounds.
    ~ Stop exercising. Waste of time.
    ~ Read less. Makes you think.
    ~ Watch more TV. I've been missing some good stuff.
    ~ Procrastinate more. Starting tomorrow.
    ~ Spend more time at work, surfing with the T1.
    ~ Take a vacation to someplace important, like to see the world's largest ball of twine.
    ~ Don't jump off a cliff just because everyone else did.
    ~ Stop bringing lunch from home--eat out more.
    ~ Don't have eight children at once.
    ~ Get in a whole NEW rut!
    ~ Start being superstitious.
    ~ Personal goal: Don't bring back disco.
    ~ Don't box with Mike Tyson.
    ~ Buy an '83 Eldorado and invest in a really loud stereo system. Get the windows tinted. Buy some fur for the dash.
    ~ Speak in a monotone voice and only use monosyllabic words.
    ~ Only wear jeans that are 2 sizes too small and use a chain or rope for a belt.
    ~ Spend my summer vacation in cyberspace.
    ~ Don't eat cloned meat.
    ~ Create loose ends.
    ~ Get more toys.
    ~ Get further in debt.
    ~ Don't believe politicians.
    ~ Break at least one traffic law.
    ~ Don't drive a motorized vehicle across thin ice.
    ~ Don't swim with piranhas or sharks.
    ~ Associate with even worse business clients.
    ~ Spread out priorities beyond the ability to keep track of them.
    ~ Wait for opportunity to knock.
    ~ Focus on the faults of others.
    ~ Mope about faults.
    ~ Never make New Year's resolutions again.

stop drop & roll

Nothing like coming in to the office to a bevy of brush fires that need extinguishing! Despite plans to be writing, I'll be investing most my AM time on the phone today.

The title of this post reminded me of a church sign we saw not long ago driving through the hills of North Georgia, where there is a Baptist Church seemingly tucked away every 500 yards or so, with a cemetary in the front lawn and a large sign with a kitschy saying plastered upon it. This one read
    You can't stop drop & roll in hell


What does that mean? And from a pure marketing standpoint (not that I am an advocate of church "marketing" per se), who's the intended demographic audience for this advertisent? Pyrophobics? We've already got enough people who gravitate toward the things of God simply because of the latent "fire insurance" promises of Scripture, rather than actual brokenness and repentance over their own spiritual shortcomings.

signs of the impending apocalypse #44

I haven't had one of these posts in quite some time, and had actually resigned the assignment over to Kyle, but he's since left the blog game, so I'm picking up the ball and running with it.

literally.

Let me begin by apologizing in advance to my more sensitive readers, but this story is so ridiculous, so insipid, so disconcerting that it demands a chastisement.

Here, on the Jan 6 Furthermore story from Wired.com, there's the troubling news of the guy who invested half a million bones to make prosthetic canine testicles. Read this, if you can believe it:
    Gregg Miller spent more than two years and $500,000 to develop "neuticles," polypropylene or silicon implantable balls that allow precious pooches to look the same after being castrated. Some owners are even going for a more well-endowed look, ordering neuticles that are too big for the dog. Miller's business is so popular that he is being asked to provide implants for other animals -- including water buffaloes and rats. "If I lost mine, I would want them to be replaced with the implants," said Miller. "It's a male thing."


I don't mean to correct you, Mr. Miller. It's not a male thing, it's an idiot thing. I can't argue with your rationale if you "lost yours," but I think you're wrong to be "marking your territory" by assuming your train of logic has a stop at the AKC Kennel Club. Although that crazy Pet Psychic lady might attempt to prove me wrong, I'm quite confident that no dog, water buffalo, or especially rat possesses the intellectual, emotional, or developmental acumen to pine away at the thought of the loss of his, well, you know....stones.

I just think of all the money that's being wasted here, and it frustrates me. We can't feed kids in Africa, or even in our own cities. We can't fund adoption centers. We can't provide job training to unwed mothers or juvenile offenders. But somehow, some guy has saw it fit to allocate $500,000 to this cause, and now more people than he can keep up with want to spend hundreds of dollars to give their pets prosthetic cajones, as though having a neutered pet is PETA-riffic, but somehow damaging to one's social image at the same time.

This unfortunate story reminds me of the far side cartoon where the dog is in the back of the pickup bragging to his canine buddies, "Hey, I'm off to the vet to get tutored!" And I close with the wisdom of Paul Harvey, who actually said this.

he's returned

Brett has returned. So he's back on the blogroll.

1/11/2004

sung to the tune of beep beep

I've posted over at Jen's important news about an important vehicle recall. You better make sure you're covered.

zip it

Locate any zip code's home locale with this funky little applet.

happy new year

this is so cool it might make you puke....a completely panoramic view(QT required) of Times Square, New Year's Eve 2003.

sometimes a potato is just a potato

A nice (what I hope is) satirical site regarding "Jesus in the X" (where 'X' represents any variable of produce, natural land formation, or any other inanimate object and 'Jesus' is a prototypical, stereotypical image of the Savior, shaped from Euro-centric symbolic representations through history).

For your entertainment/deep theological consideration, here are a couple of examples:

The Weeping Jesus Rock of Lynchburg, Virginia


The Jesus Tree of Riverwest Milwaulkee, Wisconsin


and the Jesus clouds and Jesus hazelnut, found at this gallery (follow the link to catch the photo of the praying squirrel, bathed in sunlight)

i'm lovin' it!

For some reason, despite the hiphop flava of the new McDonald's slogan, apparently taken from Justin Timberlake's song of the same name, my mind's ear hears it less in a "fiddy" way than it does is an effiminate "Jim J."way. You know, more of a vibe Cosmos Kramer than Justin Timberlake.

Anyway, here's the 2003 rankings of American Brandstand, the heirarchical list of commercial brand references in pop music. Confessionally, I'm about as "hip" or "with it" as Eugene Levy, but even I know that this is probably a list that companies want to find their names, inasmuch as it represents an immeasurable volume of free advertising and increased sales.

Link via Ultimate Insult

search me

I added the google search utility, which allows you to google search specifically at my site, since that was one reason I lost the King of the Blogs contest, and because it will make it easier for grandparents to find stories of the kiddos, for wisdom seekers to find the proverbs, and for me to find my own internal permalinks.

I'm still playing with it, so be patient about the color scheme. I just threw in some values to get the thing coded.

goin' midieval

go ahead...blow 'em up....before you get blown up.

paging seymour buttz

Tony, I meant to tell you this earlier....

....you know that phone call you got on Friday...

....the wrong number....

....asking for Troy Rosencutter?

Yeah. That was me.

You see, I put your cell # in my list when I went on vacation, with every intention of making contact with you. Then family time filled everything up.

Then, on my way home Friday, I thought I'd try to get in touch with my high school friend, Troy Rosencutter. I paged through my # list and found "T Rosen" and hit dial.

"This is Tony?"

Why is someone named Tony answering Troy's phone? I thought to myself. Of course, as you know, I hung up thinking that Troy must have changed his number or something along those lines.

I didn't figure it out until I got home, when I saw I had "T Rosen" on the end of one page, and "T Rosencutter" on the start of the next. I almost called you back to explain myself, but remembered your "call after 9 request."

So I didn't call.

But I was the one looking for Troy.

Sorry about that.

I'm an idiot.

could i "b" more nonlinear?

I'm going to do this.

The fontifier will take my handwriting and create a TTF font out of it....plus learn how to forge my signature and bleed dry all both my meager financial accounts.

But at least I'll have a TTF font of my handwriting.

People say I write like a girl.

And I do.

It stems from years of copying my mother's signature, for oft-used tardy and absentee notes.

My Junior year in high school, I made a concientious decision to redesign the "B" in my signature. Originally, it had a little left-pointing flag on the stem. Now, my "B" is a flagless, leaning-slightly-to-the-right, swooping fish-hooky dynamo of a capital letter. I knew I was on the right track when I actually had a friend walk by my desk, see a notebook page filled with these "B's" and say, "Cool B."

Coincidentally, one of my nicknames growing up was "B."

Others included "Mac," "Big Mac," "Smack," "Byron," "Bry," "Huge Euge," "Manac," "Guido," and "Toes."

Yeah, some stories are better left untold.

he's no garfield

But this is one cat I could tolerate.