Worst animal for use as a coloring book picture? The zebra.

Corporate web sites make me laugh sometimes with the things they put up just because they seem to feel obligated to put up some content.

For example, this photographic exposition, including no less than three distinct pictures of glass cleaning, on the daily tasks of a Captain D’s “Sailor” or “Captain’s Helper” or “Galley Assistant” or “Midshipman” or “Deck Swabber” or whatever.

My parents didn’t keep many of my junior high school reports. Nevertheless, I’m almost completely certain I never used the phrase “speaking of girl girl sex scenes…” in any of them.

Switch. To Canada.

I thought I made it clear. I’m nowhere near starving. In fact I probably live better than you. And I want to keep it that way. My main goal right now is to clean up my credit card debt asap. 1. Because having bad credit is without a doubt going to get in the way of my own philathropic endeavors in the future. 2. Because it’s weighing heavily on my soul, so to speak. 3. Because the Holy Spirit told me to.

I don’t expect most to understand that. I probably wouldn’t have either until a few days ago. However, if you’re sincere about it and not just testing me. Get quiet, go inside yourself and Listen. Do what you are Told. Mail whatever you feel is truly helpful to the address on my website and I’ll find an appropriate person to give it to, which may include myself. I make no promises other than that before I do anything with it, I’ll ask for Guidance as well.

Blessings,

Jackie

Do what you are Told.

* Private Rush e-mail address: Rush gets tens of thousands of e-mails each day. RUSH 24/7 members can e-mail Rush at a private address, where their message gets top priority.

How much would you pay to get the privilege of knowing Rush Limbaugh’s private e-mail address???

On second inspection, I can now say with complete certainty that, yes, I really did just get spam encouraging me to sample the fine goods and services provided by “circuspenis.com”.

Julie just got out of bed, came to the door, knocked, waited for us to frustratedly ask “What, Julie?” and then said, “You forgot to tell me not to get out of bed and ask for water.”

>My “grandson” did not tell his mother anything about this. When I asked
>him why, he said he just “knew” he shouldn’t. On further questioning
>about this, he admitted that the men said that parents shouldn’t be told
>because they might interfere.
>
>Needless to say I was alarmed. Men meeting with little boys at 6:00 p.m.
>at an abandoned school? Strange men testing children without their
>parents knowledge or permission? Talking secretly with someone inside a
>van that has its windows covered hiding someone inside while the
>”testing” is going on? TESTING FOR WHAT??? And finally a CHARACTER from
>the cartoon series appearing in “reality” from inside the van? WHAT IS
>GOING ON? This is all wrong. What were these men doing to these
>children? WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO MY “GRANDSON”? It’s obvious that
>something criminal is taking place or the children would not be
>”impressed” with the need to keep it a secret from their parents.
>
>Two days ago I read the following statement in a news item about a child
>swallowing a Pokemon ball:
>
>”Pokemon, or pocket monsters, began in 1996 as a video game in Japan in
>which players collect pet creatures with different powers and “train'’
>them for competitive battles. The game has evolved into toys, trading
>cards and a syndicated TV series that premiered last year in the United
States.
>
>This is exactly what my “grandson” went through but it wasn’t a cartoon
>episode, it was a real event, with real people. It struck me that these
>men are in fact, stalking children, looking for “PETS” to train them for
>some wierd kind of competition. There is something drastically wrong
>about the whole thing.

— some “person” talking about “Pokemon”

“Uncle Shelby’s ABZ Book”. Yes, the same Shel Silverstein who wrote “Where The Sidewalk Ends”.

An architect’s first work is apt to be spare and clean. He knows he doesn’t know what he’s doing, so he does it carefully and with great restraint.

As he designs the first work, frill after frill and embellishment after embellishment occur to him. These get stored away to be used “next time.” Sooner or later the first system is finished, and the architect, with firm confidence and a demonstrated mastery of that class of systems, is ready to build a second system.

This second is the most dangerous system a man ever designs. When he does his third and later ones, his prior experiences will confirm each other as to the general characteristics of such systems, and their differences will identify those parts of his experience that are particular and not generalizable.

The general tendency is to over-design the second system, using all the ideas and frills that were cautiously sidetracked on the first one. The result, as Ovid says, is a “big pile.”

— Frederick Brooks, The Mythical Man Month

Why is it that every movie, play, book, song, etc, ad nauseam that achieves a modicum of success becomes some sort of sign pointing “to something darker and more troubling in our society”? Why can’t it just be taken as a sign that there is a segment of society which has enough disposable income to pay to engage in some form of totally forgettable inconsequence and there are people willing to mass produce the inconsequential product to indulge them?

Because western culture has myths about the end times, when the world will be destroyed by fire, gods, poodles, what have you. In all of these myths, the society in the end times is corrupt, hedonistic, and self-indulgent. So when we see hedonistic and self-indulgent behaviour become mainstream, there’s a part of us that is thinking ‘Well, this must be the beginning of the end.’

I blame the Romans, for driving themselves lead-crazy before their empire collapsed. Christian teachings deliver a similar message, although I don’t know a historical event from which they might have learned the lesson. Cultural memory of ancient disasters and religion have combined to really ruin hedonism’s reputation.

— from a Plastic discussion on the movie Jackass

When I burn a bull on the altar as a sacrifice, I know it creates a pleasing odour for the Lord (Lev. 1:9). The problem is my neighbours. They claim the odour is not pleasing to them. Should I smite them?

You may have seen the letter to Dr. Laura from which the above is taken. But, I bet you’ve never seen it answered point-by-point.

It’s Friday, and time for what I think are some of the coolest optical illusions I’ve seen in my extensive time of wandering this vast Web.

P.S. No, it’s not the same page of optical illusions you wake up to find in your inbox nearly every day. Unless your forwarding friends are cooler than mine. Trust me, check it out.

P.P.S. all right reserved (except some)