Monday, July 18, 2016

Feminist Fight Club

Was deeply disappointed recently with comedian Laurie Kilmartin. It seems she thinks a great way to register disagreement with other women on the interwebs is to insist that they need to "stick a dick in their vagina".

I had such high hopes for you, funny lady! Not only a pretty good comic, but I felt solidarity with you over the recent loss of your dad and such. I don't know if you consider yourself a feminist, but I feel you have now disqualified yourself here.

  1. First rule of Feminist Fight Club: No one needs to stick a dick in their vagina!
  2. Second rule of Feminist Fight Club: No one needs to stick a dick in their vagina!

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

And the Sickness Unto...

So, I'm not quite out of the woods yet, but I'm fighting my way out of a week long flu-like illness. I don't get sick like this often, but when I do it can be pretty intense.

When I get sick like this, I get as close to being suicidal as I can, because I have really weird scary dreams. There was one with monster blockhead alien beings (there is a video on YouTube somewhere of me in a chat room, talking about a monster alien dream, which is kinda hilarious, but I think it's the same guys.) And they were like, "THE DEATH TRUCKS ARE HERE."  And I'm like, "Holy crap, DEATH!"

Thankfully, there was one dream that was funny enough to cancel that one out.  Prince was in it, His Royal Purpleness Himself, standing behind a keyboard. And he was looking at me with that look he gave to Kanye that time, and telling me, "Don't look, seriously, you won't like it."  And all of a sudden there was some kind of weird porn in my face (that I really didn't wanna look at.)

And I guess the meaning of that dream was Prince ain't gonna steer anybody wrong.

Also, his music will rip yer face off.

Wednesday, February 03, 2016

What If?

What if everything wrong with a person was holding back everything that was right with them?
I had an interesting thought: what if all the good stuff about that one person I couldn't bring myself to forgive was somehow free? It could come out and heal old hurts by causing them to say things I wish they would.
It would also be like they would be free too. They would have the power to see things in a different way. 
That'd be really neat.

Monday, February 01, 2016

Kitchen Memories

The wallpaper was a fruit and vegetable motif, done in brilliant orange and green. This was the late sixties/early seventies, when really earthy earth tones were popular (avocado green refrigerators and ovens were born around this time.)

Spices we had then: petrified tumeric in a small can from 1937, oregano, and something called "Beau Monde" seasoning, which seemed to be an unholy concoction of garlic salt, cream of tartar, whatever they used to make that "Butter. Buds" product, and some black pepper thrown in to save it from looking like powdered puke.

With these and ketchup the house chef would serve whatever dead animal wound up on our plates.

Sunday, January 03, 2016

Roots, Branches, & What We Allow to Grow

So we've been talking about the book of James in Sunday school. The best I can describe it, James is mostly about discipleship, and not being a phony Christian.

Recently we've been going over the verses regarding the tongue: 3:1 - 12.  Verse 6: "And the tongue is a fire, a world of iniquity. The tongue is so set among our members that it defiles the whole body, and sets on fire the course of nature; and is set on fire by hell."

That verse has really got to give one pause. It reminds me of Jesus'  words in Matthew 15:18--"But those things which proceed out of the mouth come from the heart, and they defile a man."

This set me thinking after church, as I wandered around town, about what was inside me. Full disclosure: I've been fairly prayerless the past week or so. I'm newly returned to the Lord and still trying to get disciplined about my devotional time.

All of the negative stuff from James has sort of been coming into play (not in a big way, but bad enough) : faith w/o works, envy, pride, an untamable tongue, listening to too much secular music and feeling weird...all floating around in my head.

When I get this way, I start feeling like a walking example of the Parable of the Sower, how the cares of this world can choke out the Word.

I resolved this afternoon to perambulate in prayer as I was going around, which I did, and I have to say I'm glad. Sometimes having a think and a prayer and a wander can do you a world of good.

Thursday, January 01, 2015

My Three Words for 2015

So, Chris Brogan over @ Chris Brogan is doing this whole "three word" thing, and I Iike it.

I like that this is turning the idea of of "resolutions" on its head.  Because your New Year's stuff should be more about focus than about stuff you oughtta do,, which can ruin your focus.

That being said, I'd like to get this under way with my three words, which are:

  1. Calibrate.  I'm going to ask myself, "What's my level? How do I get there and how do I vibrate on that frequency?" This is also sort of a spiritual idea, the idea of, getting with one's Higher Power, whatever that may be, and finding out what you should be doing (yeah, I know, "should".)
  2. Educate. Self-education is going to be very important this year, about a lot of different things.
  3. Create. More blogging, hopefully more YouTube videos this year (maybe even getting started on a book, holy shnikeys!)
I feel like these are three words that go together, they flow into each other logically, and it's a good focus for my year.

Happy 2015, buddies.