Christian fantasy literature, and commentary on assorted subjects
It fascinates me, that dogs (and cats, too) can be so protective of human babies–sometimes very zealously so. See the idiot pretending to attack her baby, just to get the dog all riled up.
You can’t get your turtle to protect your baby (not that he could), but your dog will guard that baby with his life. It’s really quite an awesome thing to contemplate.
With my brain pretty much stuck in neutral, Patty suggested I take a day of rest and watch some dinosaurs. Why not? I’m always up for dinosaurs.
Primeval New World is a Canadian sequel to the British series, Primeval. It very badly needs Ben Miller, but he wasn’t available. Oh, well–it still has really cool prehistoric animals. They inspire me. And take my mind off the schiff-festival that’s today’s nooze.
Now, this show really is mindless entertainment. There are these weird magnetic thingies that allow dinosaurs to wander into our world from theirs, and when they get here they’re always hungry because apparently they try to kill and eat anything that moves… etc., etc. And they’re opposed by a little group of hot sexy good-looking young heroes and heroines who have no personalities. The dinosaurs are more realistic than the people. I’m not sure whether the dinos in this “Primeval” are Tim Haines’ creations–but they could be.
Well, I wasn’t looking for King Lear, was I? Mindless I wanted, mindless I got–and I’m all the better for it. Give me a Baluchitherium, or even a Uintatherium, and those jagged brain waves go away.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll be functional.
How good an idea is this, really?
Well, this one I just had to cover.
Baboons at the Knowsley Safari Park in England have been using human tools–knives, screwdrivers, hammers… and a chainsaw–to attack visitors’ cars (https://www.thesun.co.uk/news/12227253/safari-park-baboons-armed-knives-screwdrivers-chainsaw/).
Park officials suspect “pranksters” are giving the tools to the baboons so they can watch them go after a car; but it’s also possible the baboons are stealing the tools on their own initiative. They may not be able to manufacture a screwdriver, but they can learn how to use one. They haven’t yet been able to turn the chainsaw on.
My first thought was, maybe they just don’t like all these cars coming through their home. Or maybe it’s just irresistibly fun to trash visitors’ cars.
The rules say you can’t leave the car while you’re in the park. Who would want to?
This could get, shall we say, out of hand. What if somebody gives the baboons something rather more dangerous than a hammer?
I’m sorry. But this month is shot and I’m sitting here staring at the keyboard and the screen and just can’t seem to write anything. I’m even having trouble writing this.
My wife insists I take the afternoon off. Might as well try it.
Please, please feel entirely free to start profound, witty, and exciting conversations wherever you have room to leave a comment. That way I can say we’re having an experiment to see if readers can write the blog
I hope I can return and get to work in a couple of hours. Well, I pray I can, at least.
There are, like, 150 nooze stories confronting me today, each of them chattering a demand to be covered. Which ones do I write about?
What about these items, for instance:
*Joe Biden picks himself as his running mate and calls it “two for the price of one–or one for the price of two.”
*After declaring all the statutes null and void because of systemic racism, the state of New York reports an official crime rate of zero percent.
*A new study shows that eating books is good for you.
*The governor of Michigan has accidentally mandated herself to death.
*Matzi Bustoff’s “Silent Symphony,” in which no musical instruments are played, opens to a packed house at Lincoln Center. It receives silent applause.
I dunno… I just can’t choose.
When I wrote this in 2014, America had yet to learn how rotten with corruption the Obama administration was; and although out of power now, it continues to pump its poisons into us.
They literally don’t care what happens to the country as long as they come out on top.
Forbid it, almighty God. These people are profoundly evil.
This was the first hymn that popped into my head this morning, so I’m going with it–Morning Has Broken, sung by Orla Fallon.
God didn’t just create the first morning of the first day.
He re-creates it every day.
Oh, come on, now! This is getting out of hand. Cats and hamsters, all buddy-buddy? What’s next?
Domesticated animals can learn to behave in ways they’d never think of in the wild. I’m sure I remember hamsters as being grumpier than they are now, but that was a long time ago and hundreds of hamster generations have been bred since then.
Will the kitten still be the hamster’s friend when he grows up to be a cat?
Who knows? Animals can always surprise us.
Please join me in prayer for a sweet little baby who was born prematurely and must overcome terrible obstacles to stay alive. The baby boy is the grandson of my friend and mentor, Martin Selbrede, one of the Chalcedon Foundation’s board of directors. We’ve seen pictures of this child and you could never tell there was anything wrong with him. He has a smile that this poor fallen world needs.
O Lord our God! In Jesus’ name, and by the power of Jesus’ name, we pray for the life of this baby boy, Martin Selbrede’s grandson. Please, Father–bring him safely through all his dangerous trials, and let him grow up to be a good and godly man. In Jesus’ name, Amen.
We have a hymn request from Joshua, a classic hymn performed in a new way by Acapella–Holy, Holy, Holy. It was a favorite in the old Dutch Reformed Church in which I grew up.