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Monday, May 21, 2007

Your super-secret codename is:

Your mission is...

Use your charm and wit to seduce everyone in the royal family
'What is your codename and mission?'

Monday, May 14, 2007

The only metric which Jesus gave as to our relationship with Him is "If you love me, you will keep My commandments.".

The Dread Dormomoo and I were musing on this, and she adopted a Southern persona " Well, Ah went to church, and sang, and waved mah arms, and I got such a GOOD feeling. Ah jest LUV Jee-zus.".

Trust me, you do not wish to witness it in person.

We have both run the gamut from Charismania to the Restoration. We have lived through rampant emotionalism, unregulated spiritual gifts, Name-It-And-Claim-It "Saturday's comin'!" faith walk miseries, to legalistic bloodless American Protestantism. The metric is inviolate.

"If you love me, you will keep My commandments."

You may make Protestations Sincere, that your heart is FULL of the Love of Jesus, and Love FOR Jesus, but if you are not following His commandments, then your heart is full of Something Else.

Here endeth the lesson.

Tuesday, May 08, 2007


Eleven years it's been. Eleven lo-o-o-o-o-o-o-ong years.
We first came aboard the Internets in January 1996. If my memory serves, we had been given a used 9600 bit/sec modem. We had also been gifted with an AOL disk, with their FREE TRIAL!
The Dread Dormomoo and I went to a filk-singing convention as dealers that snowy weekend, and wound up with a $600 phone bill for dialup charges. It was an innocent mistake by the kinder, and us, and marked the need for Due Diligence, and recognizing that TANSTAAFL is a Universal Verity.

(I was at the mall yesterday, and heard a clerk ask her customers if they "had an Internet". Made me wish for a coupon: Good for One Free Internet.)

Online communities entered our ken, and the magic began. Back when, there were amazingly funny and entertaining sites, like Yodel Dodel (The world's ugliest webpage. It was intentionally a Lesson By Bad Example). Alas so many have gone the way of all cyber-flesh (and I don't mean THOSE sites...). There are sites like the badly animated B&W face that barked "HA.........HAHAHAAHHAHAHAHA......, and then changed color and breathed in: Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.........HA!

I have no idea why it was funny, but it was.

To recycle a bit from my early bloggery:

Yes, I love the internet. Since 1996, and slo-o-o-o-ow modems, I have loved the 'net; back when every URL was a new discovery, and each web search unearthed untold treasures, and HTML was as mystical as speaking in tongues. Journey with me now to those thrilling days of yesteryear, before searches for "dominion theology" yielded sites full of people in odd black costumes, when search engines were egalitarian, unsullied by ranking for dollars. Back, way, way back when surfing the Web....was FUN!

What got me started on this was taking stock of ALL the computers we have gone through, and the utter wired-ness of our North Alabamastan menage.
We began with a blistering fast 286 business computer, back when Winders was on three 3.5 inch diskettes, as was CorelDRAW . Flying toasters were the rage. We learned that you ALWAYS unplug a logic when you work on it.

I remember our first CD-ROM computer. JOY!
It was amazing. It came with...GAMES. Not just side-scrolling goodies like Commander Keen,
but stuff like Retal, Pushover, Robocop, and Life & Death II ("Say 'Alice'."). Great sound, great graphics. As we emerged from life in Flandersville, we were introduced to Doom! Thanks Maalac! Then came Rise of the Triad, and (ZOMG!) X-Com.

This has all gotten entirely out of hand. We are now in Wireless Router Land. Each family member has his own logic. There are also older systems specifically rehabbed to run old-school DOS games. We are not a wealthy family by any means, but bits of our business are online, not counting eBay, and we all have friends across the planet (and a few we suspect may be from Somewhere Else). I know at least one cyber Superintelligence. The Internet has become an amazingly important part of our lives.

And like shaving my head, it's cheaper than a Corvette!

Saturday, May 05, 2007

It always amazes me when I read someone referring to "The Jew", the way people referred to The Plague, The Pox, or The Towering Inferno. (I love Irwin Allen, but not THAT much.)

Here is the reason for this. Why is it the oddball "christians" manage to be the loudest? I have also wondered this about radio preachers. Why are the most cornpone, illiterate podunk preachers the ones with radio shows? I travel a LOT, and am often driving home on Sunday nights, and am also easily bored with driving, so I hit the search button on AM. FM is the Vast Wasteland. AM yields tasty bits like the cat finds under the table. But it also has the Podunk Brigade, preachers who sound like they have buzz cuts, short-sleeve white shirts, thin black ties, and voices that have gargled Drano and Lucky Strikes for decades. Generally, their theology is even worse. Rapture, Who The Antichrist Is This Month, and Why God Hates You, You Filthy Sinner, You.


Sin Is Bad. God's Love is Eternal. God's Son died to rescue you. You can live a wonderful life in Christ.

I could even say it like Jimmy Stewart.

"Paris Hilton: Celebutant". Shoot me now.

Fox News is showing its roots.


Tufts University is considering censuring (censoring?) a campus parodic magazine for a Christmas carol spoof entitled "O Come, All Ye Black Folk" (inviting blacks to apply to Tufts).
Imus gets fired for essentially doing what his contract with CBS Radio called for him to do.

Blacks have darker skin than whites.
Whites tend to have thinner skin about Other Races than other races. (Say "Speedy Gonzales". Also here.)

Beyond the "yelling 'movie' in a crowded firehouse" thing, where in "Freedom of Speech" do you find "Censorship"?
Have a good weekend. Go to church.

Friday, May 04, 2007

I has a blog entry.
You can has my blog entry....

We have a craft show AND a concert this weekend.
No time for blogification.
Enjoy THIS instead!