This came into my head when I got up this morning, so I reckon I ought to post it.
Blessed Assurance, sung by the Harpeth Gospel Quartet… with background scenery by God the Father.
Year: 2024
Ferocious Scary Corgis
Whoa! These dogs are highly cheesed off! Do they argue over possession of a toy? Or do they just intensely dislike each other? And when the third dog enters the room, suddenly they stop fighting. Go figure that one out.
By Request, ‘I’m Gonna Serve the Lord’
How about this? An upbeat worship song, with gorgeous country scenery thrown in: I’m Gonna Serve the Lord, by Carroll Roberson. Thank you, Erlene, for suggesting it.
Didn’t have time to go to the grocery store this morning, but I did finish another chapter of Ozias, Prince Enthroned. They worked me over pretty good in rehab… but it’s beginning to show some progress. Thank you, Jesus.
Fight Breaks Out at Graduation Ceremony
Yee-hah, public education! Ain’t it grand?
Hamilton High School in Memphis, TN, was having its graduation ceremony a few days ago when a fight broke out among the student body (https://wreg.com/news/local/fight-between-students-breaks-out-at-hamilton-high-graduation/). Somehow “gang signs” started it. We didn’t have gang signs in our high school.
Police had to intervene, arresting and removing the battling students: hauled them off to the cop shop while they were still in graduation robes. The ceremony continued after the brou-haha was quelled.
One of the police officers was injured in the melee.
Hello? Where are these kids’ fathers? I don’t like to imagine how my father would have dealt with me, had I dared to get into a fight in the middle of freakin’ graduation.
What did some of these characters get up to, during the regular school year? Obviously “school officials” didn’t know how to handle them. What–just give ’em a diploma and kiss ’em goodbye? Is that how it works?
I’m afraid that’s exactly how it works.
Holy Moly! Progress!
I have rehab today, but first get the blog started and have some breakfast.
Now, because I was thinking about something else altogether, I got up from the table without holding onto it and went into the kitchen without having to brace myself against the door frame. It wasn’t until I was in the kitchen, rinsing out a dish, that I realized what had just happened.
Ooh, ooh! Let me try it again!
Huzzah! I can do it! I have actually made a bit of progress! Calloo, callay, O frabjous day!
I also want to make some progress on my book–Ozias, Prince Enthroned–so I’ll need to set aside at least an hour for that. So if my blog turns out a little skimpy today, at least I can tell you it’s in a good cause.
‘An Oracle of Fiddle-Faddle’ (2018)
Look how solemn he is! You’d never know he was an idiot.
Brace yourself, we’re gonna hear this same old horse-manure as we heard in 2018, 2020, and 2022.
Donald Trump is Darth Vader! A threat to Democracy! Save Democracy! All Democrats must be elected! Blah-blah-blah!
Media dullards like Thomas Friedman (New York Times–of course) will beat the drum for “Democracy”even as they labor night and day to help turn America into a Third-World hell-hole.
We’re going to hear A Lot, tons and tons of it, about Donald Trump meaning to wipe out Democracy.
But if “Democracy” is what the Democrats are selling, it very much deserves to be wiped out.
By Request, ‘Praise to the Lord’
This is one of those hymns, the more people who are singing it, the better it sounds.
Requested by Elder Mike, an old Sunday school favorite: Praise to the Lord, the Almighty.
Joie de Vivre (for Dogs)
I’m convinced: dogs have a gift for joy. Watch these dogs play in the waves. I guess somebody had to climb up onto the lifeguard’s seat to film this–but it was worth it. I wish I could’ve joined them.
By Request, ‘What a Beautiful Name’
Time for another hymn; then we’ll rest and watch a movie. Please pray for Robbie: she hasn’t been eating, and that worries us.
Requested by Erlene: What a Beautiful Name It Is, performed by Hillsong Worship in concert, Sydney, Australia.
Violet Crepuscular: A Living Legend
We are coming up on the climax of Oy, Rodney, Violet Crepuscular’s epic romance–over 700 chapters so far–and it seems the conclusion of the saga cannot be more than a few light-years away.
How will the story be wrapped up? Lord Jeremy Coldsore marries Lady Margo Cargo, and their first child looks suspiciously like a chicken… The Royal Millipede Inspector is rescued from the Picts… Small, creepy dinosaurs infest Coldsore Hall… Man, how will the epic romance end?
Ms. Crepuscular has achieved a literary monsterpiece. She has already been nominated for the Beef-Boy Kollowski Award. (The person who nominated her has since gone into hiding.) She has appeared as a guest in Mr. Pitfall’s back yard. Fame is just around the corner!
Ms Crepuscular admits that regardless of how or where or when she finishes her novel, there are bound to be loose ends left hanging. “This is how you achieve realism!” she pulusticates. “Holy moly, the loose ends left in my own life–you could paper the walls with them. I’m still trying to find out whether I ever graduated high school!”
With honors, we’ll bet.