Sorry, haven't been able to post today. I've been busy spanking a lady friend's bratty butt. OK, you filthy minded people, I'm talking about at online games on MSN. I won't post her bratty name because she would probably never admit it anyway. She's such a brat that way.
Anyway, I'll write again soon. In the meantime. There is more victory to be had.
Updated, 12:25 a.m. Sunday, April 17, 2005
In the interests of full disclosure and equal time, Brat thoroughly trounced me at the same game last night and early this morning. She won 13 games to my pitiful 6 victories.
I guess it doesn't pay to boast.
Blogging
Games
Saturday, April 09, 2005
Friday, April 08, 2005
A fine farewell
Catholics know how to throw a funeral.
I watched part of the funeral of Pope John Paul II because I was up and because, well, it seems like one of those events that should be witnessed, even if on TV via satellite.
In typical Catholic fashion, it was solemn and full of pageantry, ceremony and colorful vestiments. But the most striking thing of this service was not the official aspects, but the emotions of the crowd. There was applause for John Paul, several times. Love and reverence and tears, to be sure, but applause, and signs and flags and chants from the crowd calling for the pope to be recognized as a saint.
Pope as rock star.
Thousands upon thousands, million perhaps, offering ovation after ovation. For I while I forgot that this was an event attended by heads of state from around the world in expensive suits and dresses. It was the people in blue jeans and T-shirts that left the most lasting impressions. The people's pope got a rousing sendoff from the people of the world gathering in St. Peter's Square at the Vatican.
Now I know what they mean by celebrating a Mass.
Pope John Paul II
Religion
Ceremony
I watched part of the funeral of Pope John Paul II because I was up and because, well, it seems like one of those events that should be witnessed, even if on TV via satellite.
In typical Catholic fashion, it was solemn and full of pageantry, ceremony and colorful vestiments. But the most striking thing of this service was not the official aspects, but the emotions of the crowd. There was applause for John Paul, several times. Love and reverence and tears, to be sure, but applause, and signs and flags and chants from the crowd calling for the pope to be recognized as a saint.
Pope as rock star.
Thousands upon thousands, million perhaps, offering ovation after ovation. For I while I forgot that this was an event attended by heads of state from around the world in expensive suits and dresses. It was the people in blue jeans and T-shirts that left the most lasting impressions. The people's pope got a rousing sendoff from the people of the world gathering in St. Peter's Square at the Vatican.
Now I know what they mean by celebrating a Mass.
Pope John Paul II
Religion
Ceremony
Thursday, April 07, 2005
Toe deep in the big muddy
No one ever says, thank God it's Thursday. Not even when NBC's "Must See TV" was all the rage in the eras of "Cheers" and "Seinfeld" and "Friends."
Most of us work Monday through Friday. We want Friday. We want the weekend. I want the weekend. It doesn't feel like I just got back from vacation. Or, maybe it does. Maybe I'm not used to working every day.
There are all those bloggers out there commenting on the fate of the world, the environment, our souls, politics and such greater themes. Today, I just want Friday to hurry its slow ass up and get here. The depth of my mental ocean is merely a mud puddle today.
Weekend
Blogging
Most of us work Monday through Friday. We want Friday. We want the weekend. I want the weekend. It doesn't feel like I just got back from vacation. Or, maybe it does. Maybe I'm not used to working every day.
There are all those bloggers out there commenting on the fate of the world, the environment, our souls, politics and such greater themes. Today, I just want Friday to hurry its slow ass up and get here. The depth of my mental ocean is merely a mud puddle today.
Weekend
Blogging
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