Sunday, November 13, 2016
I think I was probably watching True Detective or something while I did this, I remember the TV being on. Just using regular graph paper I laid out a grid of colored squares with abbreviations of bible book titles on them. I had checked and knew they would be the right size to fit from the edge of the page to the edge of the cover. Some bibles give you a lot of cover, some don't.
I then cut these into strips, then snipped each tab off individually as I was ready to use it.
On the far left here you can see how these were attached, simply with transparent tape. I made these to be specifically the width of scotch tape, which is exactly three quarters of an inch. Basically you adhere your tape to the bottom side of the page first, then, with a flap of tape sticky side up sticking out, you lay your tab on top, butting it right up to the edge of the page. You then fold the tape flap over, adhering it to the top of the tab and the page, rubbing any air bubbles out carefully.
You start out with Revelation or the Concordance/Index, whichever's at the end of your bible. In this way, you will then be able to tell where to place your next tab for the book of Jude, directly to the left of the one before it. You then proceed in like fashion until your bible is finished.
Took awhile, but it was worth it!
Monday, July 18, 2016
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.
- First rule of Feminist Fight Club: No one needs to stick a dick in their vagina!
- Second rule of Feminist Fight Club: No one needs to stick a dick in their vagina!
Tuesday, May 24, 2016
Tuesday, March 29, 2016
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
Monday, February 01, 2016
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
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.