June 26, 2007
I can just imagine the interesting hits I’m going to get from that title alone.
Anyway, before I come out of the theological (or otherwise) closet, I will say I am out of the hospital. Thanks for your prayers. I came upon this meme at Ben Myers’s fantastic blog. With that, I give you my confessions:
I confess I cannot stand most Christian Contemporary Music
I confess I used to be an expert in Left Behind, fluent in both the young adult and adult novels
I confess I considered burning my Harry Potter books at one point in my life
I confess that I think N.T. Wright’s voice is soothing
I confess I think N.T. Wright is one of the best things to happen in a long time
I confess I enjoy the Roman Catholic liturgy, though occasionally I feel quite confused at what to do and when
I confess that when I could not find my parents, I feared the rapture had occurred
I confess that literature, theology and biblical studies consistently fight for first place in my life
I confess that as much as I enjoy Dvorak or Bach, few things pump me up as much as Japanese Rock.
November 2, 2006
It’s coming, folks.
September 29, 2006
Well, not really. Under normal circumstances I would celebrate breaking the 200 hit mark for my blog, but…
it’s just not so exciting when my friend tells me he refreshed my site 84 times today. Eh.
August 8, 2006
Alright, I see some joker has repeatedly been coming to this website by searching for pictures of short shorts. Here’s your picture, eat my shorts!
August 1, 2006
Three Things I Believe
- I’m right.
- You’re wrong.
- The above two are the most important statements in life.
I jest, I jest. Here are the serious ones.
- There will be no rapture.
- Kyle needs help.
- Summer reading is for the birds.
Three Things I Don’t Believe
- The Roman Catholic Church is the whore of Revelation.
- Mike is safe.
- Science fair projects should be legal.
There you go, folks. The profoundest expression of my thought, in written form for you all.
July 31, 2006
Okay, so more about these puppets in New York. Some of the fun I had was actually backstage. My friend is apparently very sensitive around the back of his neck, so while he was puppeteering (or whatever it’s called), I would get my puppet and start biting his neck with it. He would then cringe and of course his puppet on stage would be affected, though not much. Fun times.
The most hilarious bits, though, occured the days that I wasn’t puppeteering. Apparently one of the puppeteers, a local of the church, thought that it would be funny to stick the puppet’s hand in his mouth for the entire show. He says he did it on purpose – I’m not sure. But it was freaking hysterical. The thing had his hand in his mouth the whole time, even when the voice on the tape was screaming.
The other time was when Debbie, the black puppet with long black spaghetti hair, had her hair undone by on the girls. By the time she was on stage, her hair was all over the place, sometimes in her mouth, sometimes covering her entire face. Funny stuff.
The blue one is Billy, whom I affectionately called the Emo. He just looks dopy. Anyway, I was often Billy.
The person to the left is, erm, Grandpa. Or Mom. It was actually the adrogynous puppet – it changed genders to fit the needs of the script. Such is life. You can also see some of Debbie’s hair troubles creeping up on her.
Debbie’s got a mouthful of spaghetti.
June 19, 2006