‘Hiring a Social Justice Warrior’

I keep telling you we’re going to have a colossal social problem, trying to figure out what to do with millions of college graduates who are unemployable, ignorant, confrontational, lazy, and, in the words of the personnel guy in this video, “insufferably annoying.”

And that’s putting it mildly.

How to Wake a Sleepy Cat

I wonder if the world is changing. My dog Rags used to pretend to be asleep, tricking the birds into coming down to steal his dog food. Then he’d catch them and eat them. I don’t know why he did that.

But here’s a little bird determined to wake a sleepy cat, and the cat puts up with him without showing the slightest inclination to eat him. Who thought a cat and a parakeet could be friends?

Another little glimpse of what God’s Kingdom looks like.

Memory Lane: Green Stamps

Remember S&H Green Stamps? They were a big deal in the Fifties and Sixties. A marketing ploy, you know: attract people to the store. You’d get them at the supermarket, gas station, or wherever else, save them in a Green Stamp book, and turn the books in for all sorts of gifts. Including–so says the guy in this commercial–a freakin’ cabin cruiser. He doesn’t say how many books that would take.

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Soupy Sales had a catchy little song: “How do I get me a Cadillac car? Green stamps, green stamps! How do I get me a Cadillac car? Fill up a green stamp book!”

My folks saved Green Stamps. We got a football once. Too bad we didn’t get a cabin cruiser. My father would’ve liked that.

Green Stamps were discontinued in the 1980s. So if you were saving up for a bowling alley, I’m afraid you’re out of luck.

Is She Already Married? (‘Oy, Rodney’)

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Returning to a point raised some chapters ago, Chapter CXXXII of Oy, Rodney has author Violet Crepuscular devoting some time to the man who supposedly married Lady Margo Cargo by proxy many years ago. Unfortunately for all concerned, Mr. Proxy cannot be found.

The man in question addresses the crowd of inebriated villagers in the taproom of The Lying Tart:

“I am Colonel Fildebert Blemish, of the East Bunkingham Blemishes. In the year 18-something-or-other, while serving with Her Majesty’s 8th Hussars in Africa or somewhere, I married Lady Margo Cargo by proxy. This marriage has been valid all along; she is not free to marry anyone else.”

In the crowd, Willis Twombley whispers to Lord Jeremy Coldsore, “Don’t worry ’bout him, Germy. I’ll bushwhack him when he leaves tonight.”

“He isn’t going to leave! He has a room upstairs in this establishment.”

“Then I’ll have to do what I once did to some snake in the grass from Babylonia,” says Twombley. He still believes he is Sargon of Akkad. Lord Jeremy does not want to hear what he did to the snake in the grass from Babylonia.

Conspicuously absent from the gathering is Lady Margo herself. On her way out the door this evening, her wooden leg fell off again. It being his night off, Crusty the butler is not available to re-attach it. He has gone all the way to Plaguesby to attend a lecture on the mating habits of literary men.

Crawling about in the dark, Lady Margo soon loses her way–until suddenly, as the moon emerges from behind a cloud, the dreadful shape of the vicar’s backyard wading pool looms up in front of her.

She just has time to say “Uh-oh.”

Here the chapter concludes with Ms. Crepuscular’s recipe for cat food casserole.

The Passing of Sweet Things

Someone made this beautiful video “for my babies,” with the Kingston Trio singing Turn Around.

There’s something poignant about still photographs. They go straight to the heart.

I’ve never had children, so I haven’t experienced the bittersweetness of raising them; but I was a child, so I can look at it through the other end of the telescope. Almost everyone who was part of my childhood is now dead. Even my two earliest friends. And almost all the places I knew as a child have been torn away and paved over. One becomes a stranger in the earth.

God’s word, God’s love, God’s power, God’s promises–the Lord alone is our defense. He alone can carry the burden with ease. Let this passage from the Bible, only one of many, suffice for the moment.

“For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory; while we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen: for the things which are seen are temporal, but the things which are not seen are eternal.

“For we know that if our earthly house of this tabernacle were dissolved, we have a building of God, an house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens. For in this we groan, earnestly desiring to be clothed upon with our house which is from heaven… that mortality might be swallowed up of life.

“Now he that hath wrought us for the selfsame thing as God, who also hath given unto us the earnest of the Spirit.” –2 Corinthians 4:17-18, 5:1-5

Wrought us for the selfsame thing–God created us to have eternal life! That’s why we’re here.

And that whole business of goodness and sweetness passing away–that will have no place in His Kingdom.

‘My Favorite Authors’ (2011)

Anytime you make a list, you always discover later that you should’ve added this or that, etc.

I try to learn more about the art of storytelling from every author that I read. My list really should have included Walter R. Brooks, Ross MacDonald, Ring Lardner, Sir Thomas Malory–and there I go again. Maybe I should just leave lists alone.

(Mark Twain, H.R.F. Keating, Eiji Yoshikawa [not showing off: I really do like him], Dorothy L. Sayres—now cut that out!)


By Request, ‘Today Your Mercy Calls Us’

“Thewhiterabbit” asked for this one, Today Your Mercy Calls Us. I had a rather nice video recorded during a live church service, but couldn’t use it because the guy’s battery died before the song was finished. So I hope you like this kind of old-fashioned treatment, courtesy of “Hymns of the Month.”

Your Cuddly Owl

You should see all the low-down, unedifying news stories I passed up covering today. Well, maybe you shouldn’t see them: I wish I hadn’t.

Anyway, for something completely different, wholesome, and soothing, here’s somebody’s pet barn owl doing some serious cuddling. A barn owl! Who would have ever thought it?

We do have much to be grateful for. Thank you, Father.

‘It’s Poop!’

You might’ve seen this video already, but it’ll still make you laugh when you see it again. Mommy can’t convince her little boy that that thing on his plate is dinner. “It’s poop!” he replies, again and again.

I can’t endorse as wisdom the decision to give such a little kid such a large meal, with chips thrown in. But he isn’t going to eat it anyhow. “It’s poops! See?”

Get a Load of This


Dumpster-diving, anyone?

Well, first get a look at the competition. This gigantic wild pig, filmed behind a school in Hong Kong, is almost as big as the dumpster. Her babies aren’t exactly little, either. Imagine looking out the window and seeing this!

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