Robot/Astronaut t-shirt

Find it here!

Time is money.

Allow me to illustrate the premise. It's a weekday morning and you step inside the local convenience store for a cup of coffee. It's already brewed and you're in a hurry just like everyone else in the world; you love coffee. Along with other busy-bodies like yourself, tending to the immediate urges so quickly quelled by the service of the establishment, you aptly fix your drink to your specifications and make your way to the store clerk. However, there lies to a horrifying and ire-inspiring sight. At the front of the line an elderly women pulls out the envelope full of unchecked lottery tickets from her purse and, one by one, hands them to the clerk to investigate the numbers for a winner. One by one! The self-checking lottery machine lies to the side of the counter, it's the elephant in the room, a lonely,dejected, degraded elephant. The line behind the wrinkled treasure hunter accumulates more and more of innocent and efficient members like yourself, waiting in limbo as one by one her results are tallied and her money granted, paid with the very minutes of your very life. Don't you friggan hate that!?

Butt prints in the sand

One night I had a wondrous dream,
One set of footprints there was seen,
The footprints of my precious Lord,
But mine were not along the shore.
But then some stranger prints appeared,
And I asked the Lord, "What have we here?"
Those prints are large and round and neat,
"But Lord they are too big for feet."
"My child," He said in somber tones,
"For miles I carried you alone.
I challenged you to walk in faith,
But you refused and made me wait."
"You disobeyed, you would not grow,
The walk of faith, you would not know.
So I got tired, I got fed up,
and there I dropped you on your butt."
"Because in life, there comes a time,
when one must fight, and one must climb.
When one must rise and take a stand,
or leave their butt prints in the sand."
 
author unknown

Mustela Putorius Furo

This is a recent project from my English class. I got a B- but I thought I would post it anyway.

Mustela Putorius Furo
I was being called. Like the beckon call of a yodeler vocalizing from the Swiss Alps. This sort of thing always happened during of times stress, the kind of stress that feels like you have a monkey on your back....an overweight, stinking, screaming monkey. Within my first couple steps through the door I suspected the usual outcome but I had no idea of how I would arrive. Like travel by plane, you know where you're departing from and you know your destination but you know nothing of the flight plan or if the pilots are actually sober but this is what it's like when you visit Petland. I once learned that small, furry creatures feast upon stress like Velociraptors feasting on a young Atlascopcosaurus. Kittens, Puppies, Bunnies, and Birdies were all on display in their respected species. However, all their stress-sucking talents had been siphoned before. Prior to almost losing hope, there lied the Ferret pen. The therapeutic, playful presence of ferrets is like a constant in the universe and that obese, putrid, yelling monkey was sucked into a black hole thus ushering in the sobriety and peace that only a fuzzy little ferret can give.

Things to look at Vol 1.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=34y8bsMYYvY&fmt=22

As if I haven't posted something for a while!

I'm at school right now, but the moment I get home, I'm posting my latest project for English.

Your Lamewad,
Bill

Oh look! Something completly void of the death of Michael Jackson!

"And to keep me from being too elated by the abundance of revelations, a thorn was given me in the flesh, a messenger of Satan, to harass me, to keep me from being too elated.
Three times I besought the Lord about this, that it should leave me;
but he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." I will all the more gladly boast of my weaknesses, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.
For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities; for when I am weak, then I am strong."
2 Corinthians 12: 7-10

This is the second reading for mass next week, when I saw this my initial reaction was to be excited, it has got to be one of my favorite passages, I’m anticipating to go to Church next weekend and hear what my pastor has to say…and I think that makes me an idiot. Paul’s talking about his struggles and deficiencies referring to them as “a messenger of Satan”. I don’t know what this thorn in the flesh was, but it must have been a little more serious than meat on Friday. Paul brings this to the God, a God who wiped away his murderous past and created in him one of the greatest evangelists the Church has known, a God who sucked out Paul’s weakness and made him strong. You would think a humble request such as this would have been tended to post haste. This is not the case. He asks God once, then again, and again. Yet God says no.

Even Paul has rubbish that interferes with the flow of God’s grace. Even Paul, with all of his insight, still needs a Savior. In reaction to Paul’s third request God gives him an answer “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness”. This is point where I’m stuck, it’s as far as I go. I’m weak, I know I need God’s grace, yet I keep complaining and complaining. My liking of this passage is nothing more than my delusion towards it. In reality I hate the idea of weakness, I try my best to be emotionally sober and have life appropriately prioritized! Has it worked out for me at all? Nope! Yet I’m perpetually in this cycle, however with Paul, it only took 3 tries to understand that it doesn’t work. I’ve heard it said that insanity is reproducing the same action expecting a different outcome. So now I’m not just an idiot, I’m also down right batty. Isn’t that what life without God is, to be divorced from truth and love?

I’m going to substitute my so called “approval” of this passage with a proper reverence of it. To me this is an essential element of what Christianity is and to be overjoyed with it would suggest my deep misunderstanding of it. So I guess I have the opportunity to go Church next Sunday with more of an open heart, free from being too elated, not so impressed with myself. Hopefully I’ll start to get it.