Christian fantasy literature, and commentary on assorted subjects
Is this not one of the most beautiful pieces of music ever written? Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring, composed by J.S. Bach, performed here by Celtic Woman–we usually find this hymn associated with Christmas, but it’ll do just fine year-round. If this hymn doesn’t stir your soul, I don’t know what will.
Watch these kittens–don’t even try to count them–have a blast in someone’s bathroom. Makes me wish I could be a kitten for a day.
This video reminds me of when we brought Buster and Missy home: two kittens, strange apartment to explore, and off they go. “Are you sure there’s only two of them?” I cried. They were everywhere at once.
Yeasterday “it” was Thansgiving Day butt “we” didnt cellarbrate it hear “At” collidge becose Thansgiving Day It is Racist!!! and aslo Homo Fobick. So insted of Thansgiving we has got a spatial New holladay we cal it No Thanks Yiu Stinkin Racist Americka Day!
My Ginder Studdies prefesser he had some of Us stodents over his “house” for a No Thanks diner, he “and” his pratner thay had Terky butt he givved us stodents some old cheeryos he had and a old Twinky for desert and aslo he “had” some Whine but he gived us stodents jist Tang and he sayed “it is too make yiu”” propperly Un-Greatful for al the Stuff we has not reseeved becose of Wite Privlidge! It “Was” a phantastick larning expeareants!!! but i Was stil hongre so latter wen No One thay was looking i eight some sox and a hankerchiff, somtimes it Pays “to be” ingectid whith Moth Hormones!!
Wel now its getting Late and we has “got To” go outside and screamb at The Sky so that Donold trumpt he wil rezine and Hillery “she wil” be pressadint!
I really do wonder about “journalists,” maybe because I used to be one. But I had the advantage of never having attended journalism school.
Yesterday, at the Thanksgiving Day parade in New York City, a well-paid, highly-trained journalist interviewed a couple of clowns who were entertaining the crowd. He asked, “How did you become clowns?” All right: a reasonable question.
“We went to clown school,” was the answer.
He then asked, “What did you learn in clown school?”
What did you learn in clown school? Crikey, what did he think they learned–nuclear physics? French cuisine?
“Uh, we learned how to be clowns.”
Let us draw the curtain over this pitiable scene.
I pray that, three thousand years from now, stuff like this will not be all that survives of our culture to tell our posterity what kind of people we were.
My friend “OhioChessFan” posted this on my chess page yesterday–Thank You, Lord by Don Moen. Well, we can’t thank God enough–not just for big things, but for little things, too.
We all know cats and dogs just love to wake you up, and they have invented many ways of doing it. But this is the first time I’ve ever seen anyone awakened by… a duck! That’s right, a duck. He has obviously studied the methods used by cats and dogs, a few of which are presented in this video. You’ll be sorry if you let your pet snapping turtle see it.
This is what your eyes look like, after 100 miles on the Parkway.
It’s 112 miles, round-trip, to and from my sister’s house, most of it on the Garden State Parkway, and although the traffic wasn’t quite as bad as usual, it’s still what I would cal a long drive; and now that I’ve done it, my eyes are all oogy.
I try, I really try, to maintain a safe stopping interval between my car and the car in front of me. I may be the only driver in New Jersey who still tries to do that. A peek into the rear-view mirror tells me that mine is indeed an archaic attitude. I expect to have disturbing dreams tonight. But at least we got to see my brother and sister for a few hours.
I have had my cigar, and now y’know what I need, before I try to take a nap? A cat video! Let’s see if I can find a good one.
Well, we have returned in one piece from almost three hours on the Garden State Parkway. Thank you, Lord.
I forgot to do it this morning, so here it is now: this week’s Newswithviews coiumn.
Boy, there’s nothing that gut-shoots a novel like bad dialogue! I am sorry to say you find more of it in fantasy than in any other genre. For every “What’s it to ya?” tossed up by detective stories, fantasy can counter with a double dose of “I prithee, sweet prince, hast thou a big deal goin’ down?”