Christian fantasy literature, and commentary on assorted subjects
Took it easy today.
Did a lot of browsing on the internet, looking up various things. Boy, can that ever eat up your time. I found out that reheating certain foods is not a good idea. I did not know that. Some foods develop toxins and bad chemicals on reheating.
Beautiful and sunny, but still cold. It looks like springtime through the window, but when you go outside, it’s still pretty cold. Still wearing my puffer coat.
Did not walk today. My bad.
I could really use a hefty shot of ambition.I ordered a new little phone book as my old one completely disintegrated in my hand the other day. The new ones have space for e mail addresses. That shows how old the other one was.
Tomorrow will be busy, with errands to run.
That’s about it.
God bless everybody.
Patty
What a good boy!
My Peep adored me. When I came home from a 4 day hospital stay she followed me all over, slept with me every night, and basically never left my side. She loved me like nobody else ever did.
From March 28, 2013
The leaders of the “conservative” movement are dropping like flies, all of them going over to the enemy. Some do it because they’re evil, and some because they’re fools. The two are not mutually exclusive.
Last week the chairman of the Republican National Committee, Reince Priebus, beautifully demonstrated how one can be immoral and stupid at the same time when he told a USA Today reporter that the GOP ought to surrender to the homosexual mockmarriage movement because “I don’t believe we need to act like Old Testament heretics…”
What is this stunata talking about? Does he think it makes you a heretic to remain faithful to the Biblical teaching on marriage and sexual morality? But that would be the opposite of being a heretic, wouldn’t it? Maybe Reince doesn’t know what the word means. Or maybe he thinks the Word of God as given in the Old Testament is itself heretical. The man’s ignorance is truly monumental.
And then there’s Bill O’Reilly, a phony who occasionally impersonates a Catholic, a jive “conservative” who doesn’t want to conserve anything of value. The other night he grumbled that those who defend marriage, morality, and goodness are only “thumping the Bible.”
Has it come to this? Have we sunk so low, that we are now wrong or backward, somehow, if we appeal to God as the highest authority? Would O’Reilly be more impressed if we cited Darwin, or Brad Pitt, or rap lyrics? I don’t even want to know what his highest authority would be.
For my part I will continue to thump the Bible for all I’m worth.
Resist these uncircumcised Philistines. Resist them to the end.
God will prevail. They won’t.
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Invoking a little-known law enacted in the year 636 by the Saxon warlord Bobby the Nit, Lord Jeremy Coldsore has drafted Professor Saltinus Facehead’s Egyptian diggers to put a new roof on Coldsore Hall. So begins Chapter CCCXLVI of Violet Crepuscular’s epic romance, Oy, Rodney.
Constable Chumley explains the law to Prof. Facehead.
“In yon fillid wi’ King Bobby,” he says, “we fraith the bowyers aw’ mickle groith.” The professor nods sagely, although the constable’s quaint rural dialect eludes his best efforts to understand what has been said. He replies in archaic Portuguese. It is the constable’s turn to nod sagely.
Although the diggers speak no English, and their Arabic is not that hot, either, they throw themselves enthusiastically into their work and in a mere two days, Coldsore Hall has a new roof. The entire population of Scurveyshire assembles to admire it.
“It’s a miracle!” gushes Lady Margo Cargo. “I wish they’d do my roof like that!”
But when a moderate breeze springs up, the new roof seems to take wing and fly off toward the sunset. It will take some doing to get it back.
Here Ms. Crepuscular breaks in to report on the status of her Pulitzer Prize nomination, filed by her excitable neighbor, Mr. Pitfall.
“I am afraid Mr. Pitfall made an error and submitted the nomination to something called the Patzer Prize Committee,” she writes. “This group hands out prizes for poorly-played chess games. I cannot explain why they have decided to award a special prize to my epic romance, Oy, Rodney.”
The prize awarded is a rusty wheelbarrow. “I’ll have to find space for it on my mantle, somehow,” Ms. Crepuscular says. “It’s going to change the whole look of my living room. Given Mr. Pitfall’s current state of excitement, I dare do nothing else.”
Here the chapter breaks off for want, she admits, of inspiration.
I am extremely tired today because I lost about two hours sleep last night. Digestive upset. I need sleep loss like a hole in the head.
One good thing happened today, however. If you saw the story about the dumped puppies–the authorities got the woman who did it and slapped her with a $10,000.00 fine. I hope you saw the follow up. It looked like it didn’t get any views and I’m wondering if it was lost somehow. My side of WordPress indicated that it was published, but it didn’t get any views. I hope I am not losing posts, somehow. It is very exciting to track a story. I can understand why Lee loved newspaper work so much.
Please let me know if you didn’t see the story--I have to know so I can talk intelligently to Chalcedon’s WordPress expert. The title is “Got her! Woman who dumped puppies caught and arrested”.
It was a gorgeous day here sunny and bright and here sat yours truly with absolutely no ambition. I just can’t handle loss of sleep very well.
I also watched an interview with Janine Pirro about a horrendous hospital neglect story. I know exactly what she is talking about because I have witnessed similar things. Not quite as egregious as the case she was talking about, but still pretty bad. Another area that has to be cleaned up, big-time. In many ways our medical system is broken.
I hope we have another beautiful day tomorrow, then I can get something done.
God bless everybody.
Patty
From May 25, 2018
When the hurly-burly’s done, When the battle’s lost and won/
Everyone around here knows It’s time for critter videos.
Thing is, you never know what animals are going to do next. Or what they’re doing just now, sometimes. Like the dog frantically trying to remove rocks from the brook. Or the cockatiels who won’t let the hapless human type on the keyboard. Go figure.