Free Star Trek, original series!!!
Man, I am not getting any work done around here tonight.
25 March 2008
So sorry, I must have mispoken.
Where I come from it's called lying. Sheesh.
http://elections.foxnews.com/2008/03/25/obama-backers-attack-clinton-for-exaggerating-dangers-of-bosnia-trip/
http://elections.foxnews.com/2008/03/25/obama-backers-attack-clinton-for-exaggerating-dangers-of-bosnia-trip/
20 March 2008
The Great Outdoors
A few pictures from a weekend we spent at Little Ocmulgee State Park:
I wrote a poem about a tree. Wanna hear it? Here it goes...
A monkeyboy tribunal!
Daddy? Daddy? He was here a second ago.
Map schmap. We have this magic oak limb to guide us back to camp.
More fun than the zoo.
Your weapons are useless against us!
I wrote a poem about a tree. Wanna hear it? Here it goes...
A monkeyboy tribunal!
Daddy? Daddy? He was here a second ago.
Map schmap. We have this magic oak limb to guide us back to camp.
More fun than the zoo.
Your weapons are useless against us!
18 March 2008
These are a few of my favorite things
I am turning my sleep cycle around. Thus I stay up late and catch some sleep in the morning and possibly early afternoon. My previous post was of a negative bent, so I've resolved to post some pleasant thoughts:
My two year old (almost three now) knows that the little white dog that comes to play with him sometimes is named "Sparky". I had forgotten this until I heard the words 'Parky! 'Parky! and then made sense of it by checking the dog's tag. It had been about three weeks since we last saw Sparky and I had forgotten.
Today I dressed up as a pirate. My oldest was The Incredible Hulk, Spiderman, a Pirate Captain, and a Raccoon--in that order and all between coming home from school and going to bed.
My oldest (five) knows what his scapula is. He can also tell you which dinosaur is a Brachiosaurus.
My wife can and does cook. Her homemade salsa is glorious.
I will turn forty this year. And I can still hold my own with the boys on a trampoline.
Root beer.
My oldest likes to hear me sing the theme song for "the Green Comet" a superhero I made up when I was probably eleven or twelve. It goes like this:
The Green Comet fights evil with a grin,
The Green Comet fights evil to the end...the end... the Green Comet.
The end, the end, the Green Comet!
He also knows that the Green Comet's arch nemesis was a criminal, aptly named "Crimno".
Psalm 23.
Our sandbox is full of fresh, clean sand.
My little one was pretending today that two M&Ms were Bob and Larry of Veggietales. He sang the themesong, pretended they were reading a letter, and then ate them.
While we were lying on the trampoline today, my oldest and I had a talk about Jesus. As we looked up into the blue, I told him that someday Jesus would come back for us, and He would show up in the sky.
Peanut butter (preferably Jif) and Aunt Jemimah syrup mixed together in a bowl and eaten with a tablespoon. Yes, I said tablespoon.
A cool pillow on a summer's night.
A Shel Silverstein book.
Sundogs.
Using my Jedi powers to open the door everytime I walk into Walmart.
Keith Green's "Songs for the Shepherd" album.
Saturday morning cartoons, especially Bugs Bunny.
Going to sleep with my wife beside me.
Waking up alone, but with the smell of bacon and pancakes in the air (okay, that one hardly ever happens, but it is a wonderful thought).
My two year old (almost three now) knows that the little white dog that comes to play with him sometimes is named "Sparky". I had forgotten this until I heard the words 'Parky! 'Parky! and then made sense of it by checking the dog's tag. It had been about three weeks since we last saw Sparky and I had forgotten.
Today I dressed up as a pirate. My oldest was The Incredible Hulk, Spiderman, a Pirate Captain, and a Raccoon--in that order and all between coming home from school and going to bed.
My oldest (five) knows what his scapula is. He can also tell you which dinosaur is a Brachiosaurus.
My wife can and does cook. Her homemade salsa is glorious.
I will turn forty this year. And I can still hold my own with the boys on a trampoline.
Root beer.
My oldest likes to hear me sing the theme song for "the Green Comet" a superhero I made up when I was probably eleven or twelve. It goes like this:
The Green Comet fights evil with a grin,
The Green Comet fights evil to the end...the end... the Green Comet.
The end, the end, the Green Comet!
He also knows that the Green Comet's arch nemesis was a criminal, aptly named "Crimno".
Psalm 23.
Our sandbox is full of fresh, clean sand.
My little one was pretending today that two M&Ms were Bob and Larry of Veggietales. He sang the themesong, pretended they were reading a letter, and then ate them.
While we were lying on the trampoline today, my oldest and I had a talk about Jesus. As we looked up into the blue, I told him that someday Jesus would come back for us, and He would show up in the sky.
Peanut butter (preferably Jif) and Aunt Jemimah syrup mixed together in a bowl and eaten with a tablespoon. Yes, I said tablespoon.
A cool pillow on a summer's night.
A Shel Silverstein book.
Sundogs.
Using my Jedi powers to open the door everytime I walk into Walmart.
Keith Green's "Songs for the Shepherd" album.
Saturday morning cartoons, especially Bugs Bunny.
Going to sleep with my wife beside me.
Waking up alone, but with the smell of bacon and pancakes in the air (okay, that one hardly ever happens, but it is a wonderful thought).
07 March 2008
Ranting
To quote Alan Jackson, "I'm not a real political man". By which I mean, I am woefully ignorant of many things that I shouldn't be--mostly due to mental laziness, I suspect. Or perhaps of a sinking, cynical suspicion that our political leaders really aren't going to be able to deliver on all their promises to 'give the economy a booster shot', as President Bush is supposedly doing (I voted for him twice, btw); or 'provide health care for every American', as Hillary vows to do; or to 'bring about positive change and true leadership', as Obamessiah has so clearly spelled out in extensive detail.
Matter of fact, I get most of my political knowledge from the blogosphere. Wunderkraut used to be my fount of knowledge, but he is staying pretty silent about most gut-wrenching issues these days. Can't blame him, it's more uplifting to blog about family, food, and fun. Besides, there is still Will over at youwillknow.blogspot.com where I discovered that "we all know a lot about Obama's position on politics -- he supports change, and he's opposed to the lack of it".
Maybe it's the outage weighing on me. But I'm tired a lot lately, and not very optimistic about our country in general. In D.C. 2nd Amendment rights are under fire (excuse the pun), a stupid judge in the 2nd District Court of Appeals just ruled that California parents don't have a right to home-school their children, some moron bombed a recruiting center in Times Square, and another idiot judge (again in California) just denied a foster child early enlistment into the Marines because the judge didn't agree with the war in Iraq.
Give me a big stinking break already.
Here's an idea for the economy. You want to give it a booster shot? QUIT TAKING SO MUCH OFF THE TOP IN THE FIRST PLACE! To quote another great songwriter, 'if ten percent is good enough for Jesus, then it ought to be enough for Uncle Sam'. (Ray Stevens) And to the citizens of America, "Quit spending more than you make! Stop supporting your out of balance lifestyle with credit card debt!" Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
But before I digress:
In my book, bombing a recruiting center is an act of TREASON. If they catch the people responsible for this, they should be tried and punished, severely and swiftly. Interpret that however you want. That seventeen year old who wants to enlist in the Marines is exactly the kind of courageous young man that we need in the armed forces. The judge standing in his way is a coward. Every law-abiding citizen in D.C. should go out and purchase a gun. It is their Constitutional right and they need to exercise it. Parents in California should start yanking their kids out of public schools in droves.
But maybe, just maybe, the dream ticket of Hillbama or Baraklinton will save us all. Give us all free health-care, change glorious change, and tried and true leadership. Or, now that McCain has clinched the nomination, maybe he will be the one to lead us on into some Brave New middle-of-the-road World.
I started with a country singer, mentioned another in the middle, and now I'll end with a third: Soon we'll "all be a drinkin' that free bubalup and eatin' that rainbow stew."
Right, Merle. Sure.
Matter of fact, I get most of my political knowledge from the blogosphere. Wunderkraut used to be my fount of knowledge, but he is staying pretty silent about most gut-wrenching issues these days. Can't blame him, it's more uplifting to blog about family, food, and fun. Besides, there is still Will over at youwillknow.blogspot.com where I discovered that "we all know a lot about Obama's position on politics -- he supports change, and he's opposed to the lack of it".
Maybe it's the outage weighing on me. But I'm tired a lot lately, and not very optimistic about our country in general. In D.C. 2nd Amendment rights are under fire (excuse the pun), a stupid judge in the 2nd District Court of Appeals just ruled that California parents don't have a right to home-school their children, some moron bombed a recruiting center in Times Square, and another idiot judge (again in California) just denied a foster child early enlistment into the Marines because the judge didn't agree with the war in Iraq.
Give me a big stinking break already.
Here's an idea for the economy. You want to give it a booster shot? QUIT TAKING SO MUCH OFF THE TOP IN THE FIRST PLACE! To quote another great songwriter, 'if ten percent is good enough for Jesus, then it ought to be enough for Uncle Sam'. (Ray Stevens) And to the citizens of America, "Quit spending more than you make! Stop supporting your out of balance lifestyle with credit card debt!" Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
But before I digress:
In my book, bombing a recruiting center is an act of TREASON. If they catch the people responsible for this, they should be tried and punished, severely and swiftly. Interpret that however you want. That seventeen year old who wants to enlist in the Marines is exactly the kind of courageous young man that we need in the armed forces. The judge standing in his way is a coward. Every law-abiding citizen in D.C. should go out and purchase a gun. It is their Constitutional right and they need to exercise it. Parents in California should start yanking their kids out of public schools in droves.
But maybe, just maybe, the dream ticket of Hillbama or Baraklinton will save us all. Give us all free health-care, change glorious change, and tried and true leadership. Or, now that McCain has clinched the nomination, maybe he will be the one to lead us on into some Brave New middle-of-the-road World.
I started with a country singer, mentioned another in the middle, and now I'll end with a third: Soon we'll "all be a drinkin' that free bubalup and eatin' that rainbow stew."
Right, Merle. Sure.
06 March 2008
01 March 2008
William Cullen Bryant
"So live, that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan which moves
To that mysterious realm, where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams."
That's the last stanza of the poem Thanatopsis by William Cullen Bryant. (My daddy will quote it for you from memory thanks to one of his high school English teachers.)
I've mentioned before that I like good poetry. Bryant is one of those who wrote a few gems that have stuck around, but most people have never heard of him. I remember my daddy quoting the above portion once and just impressing the heck out of me.
Later I stumbled across his poem A Forest Hymn. With an opening line like "The groves were God's first temples" you know it's going to be good. But here is my favorite part:
"Lo! all grow old and die—but see again,
How on the faltering footsteps of decay
Youth presses,—ever-gay and beautiful youth
In all its beautiful forms. These lofty trees
Wave not less proudly that their ancestors
Moulder beneath them."
I liked it so much I quoted it in a short story that I wrote. (Which I'm now expanding into a novel, in case you cared.)
Anyway, go check out some of his poetry. Here's a link:
http://www.nagasaki-gaigo.ac.jp/ishikawa/amlit/b/bryant19ro.htm
The innumerable caravan which moves
To that mysterious realm, where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams."
That's the last stanza of the poem Thanatopsis by William Cullen Bryant. (My daddy will quote it for you from memory thanks to one of his high school English teachers.)
I've mentioned before that I like good poetry. Bryant is one of those who wrote a few gems that have stuck around, but most people have never heard of him. I remember my daddy quoting the above portion once and just impressing the heck out of me.
Later I stumbled across his poem A Forest Hymn. With an opening line like "The groves were God's first temples" you know it's going to be good. But here is my favorite part:
"Lo! all grow old and die—but see again,
How on the faltering footsteps of decay
Youth presses,—ever-gay and beautiful youth
In all its beautiful forms. These lofty trees
Wave not less proudly that their ancestors
Moulder beneath them."
I liked it so much I quoted it in a short story that I wrote. (Which I'm now expanding into a novel, in case you cared.)
Anyway, go check out some of his poetry. Here's a link:
http://www.nagasaki-gaigo.ac.jp/ishikawa/amlit/b/bryant19ro.htm
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