D-O-O-M-E-D
You've heard the quote by George Santayana:
Those who cannot learn from history are doomed to repeat it.
I like this one better:
Those who fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it; those who fail to learn history correctly-- why, they are simply doomed."
dreams
I had one of my recurring dreams. Yes, I have a few recurring dreams. I remember my dreams a lot because I sleep lightly and have irregular sleep patterns. Anyway, this one was about church. I was organist. But I was high up in a dark balcony and I could barely see the songleader (who looked a lot like Frank Garlock). Anyway, the organ lights kept going out so I had to find a flashlight and I couldn't find the pages. That's one of the worst feelings in the dream. Everyone starts singing, but I am thumbing through the two books. Plus this particular organ didn't have the stops labled easily so it was really hard to read. I could only get the pedals going well and a solo flute stop. It was lame. They were labled in braille, but I can't read that.
I think this has something to do with my being organist in Michigan at my church. You see we used multiple books and all sorts of music. And there were repeats in the music and I had to turn pages on the fly and plus there was an "orchestra." So we all had to be together. Plus, I was just learning that organ. I had to figure out all the stops on my own and how they'd sound with the ensemble. It was fun. It is odd to be dreaming things like this now, because I loved being organist there. It wasn't tense. Even with all the page turning and hoping I'd get the repeats right. I loved the music there and the congregation loved, loved to sing. They sang with all their hearts.
noisome behavior
SCENE: Micah's room; Kyle, his brother, sitting in a computer chair facing away from the monitors. He is drinking slowly from a small green cup.
Micah enters the room. As he attempts to close programs on his computer without sitting in his chair, he smells something.
Micah: Are you drinking eggnog?
Silence.
Micah: That's like blasphemy in my nose.
Kyle: Can you have a smell that's blasphemous?
Living in 2004
You know you're living in 2004 when...
I found this wandering around the Internet...
1. You accidentally enter your password on the microwave.
2. You haven't played solitaire with real cards in years.
3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of 3.
4. You e-mail the person who works at the desk next to you.
5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and family is that they don't have e-mail addresses.
6. You go home after a long day at work you still answer the phone in a business manner.
7. You make phone calls from home, you accidentally dial "9" to get an outside line.
8. You've sat at the same desk for four years and worked for three different companies.
10. You learn about your redundancy on the 11 o'clocknews.
11. Your boss doesn't have the ability to do your job.
12. You pull up in your own driveway and use your cell phone to see if anyone is home.
13. Every commercial on television has a website at the bottom of the screen.
14. Leaving the house without your cell phone, which you didn't have the first 20 or 30 (or 60) years of your life, is now a cause for panic and you turn around to go and get it.
15. You get up in the morning and go online before getting your coffee.
16. You start tilting your head sideways to smile. :)
17. You're reading this and nodding and laughing.
18. Even worse, you know exactly to whom you are going to forward this message.
19. You are too busy to notice there was no #9 on this list.
20. You actually scrolled back up to check that there wasn't a #9 on this list.
5 for voting
My entire family just voted. We went in order too. Dad, Mom, Christa, Me, and Kyle. The workers were laughing. But happy that we were all out to vote and in order too. The good thing about voting at a 7 am. No lines.
Blessed be the name of God
forever and ever,
to whom belong wisdom
and might.
He changes times and seasons;
he removes kings and sets
up kings;
he gives wisdom to the wise
and knowledge to those
who have understanding.
Daniel 2:20-21
duh moment for the week
So I dropped my prescription off at the pharmacy and I had to buy another non-prescription medication as well. I found it and it was $12.99. I only had $13 dollars even. So...me. Dumb. Me.
I went home. Got some more money and went to another Walgreens closer to my house. I had ignored that little voice that said, "Ask to see how much tax there will be" before I left to get more money.
So I went to pay for my purchase at this new store. It rang up, you guessed it: $12.99. I got one penny back and I could have saved myself a lot of trouble.
Duh.
sugar free
I think I'm addicted to BreathSavers. Really. Every time I see the roll I have to have one. It's not as if my breath is noisome all the time. I just want the candy. I enjoy the flavor.
The one redeeming thing is BreathSavers are without sugar. I did learn something from my friend Kara the dental hygienist: Mints/gum with sugar in them only make your breath worse in the long run. Sugar makes your breath foul. Say it with me now.
Okay. I'm done now. You can go play kids.
psycho II
So as far as the doctors know, I am not crazy. The psychological tests today took about 2 hours. Some of the questions included:
- Have you heard voices that other people can't hear?
- Do you have uncontrollable urges to hit things or throw things?
- Do you feel like people are watching you when you are alone?
- Are you afraid of being alone?
- Are you afraid of being in public?
There were over 250 more. I am surprised I don't remember anymore of the really good ones. If I think of more I'll add them.
Anyway, all that for their tentative approval to have the trial. When will this happen? I have no idea. My next Duke appointment is June 10.
happy mail
I got my MIDI cable adapters today. I shall write a song in jubilation. And I shall call it In Jubliation
slytherin
As my family and I were finishing our repassssst. I ssssspied a ssssslithering ssssnake.
Okay, I'll ssssstop. It's annoying me too.
No, I was looking out our sliding glass doors at our old shed, and I noticed a big snake on the roof. Here are some pictures of our guest. It was entering a hole made by a pesky squirrel.
ahoy there, mates
My favorite commercial on TV right now. Spoilers below:
It's a Chips Ahoy commercial. Sort of animated, I don't know how to describe it. But the point of the commercial.
There is a birthday party for a little girl and she and her guests are sitting around the table with a large cookie next to the children. He says, "Where's the cake?" The birthday girl answers sweetly, "We're not having cake." The cookie answers weakly, "Oh..."
It's funny, but what I like the best is the intonation/inflection of the girl's answer. It cracks me up. I know, I'm weird.
It's snowing!
We might get up to 5 inches. That would make me happy...except I have to go to my new doctor in the morning. I want to enjoy the snow. Not drive somewhere. And sit in the doctor's office for over an hour. Okay, no more complaining.
Appointment at 9:00 am. That's at the new Pain Clinic.
cheer-ios
When I was closing the Cheerios box this morning, on the very top of the box where you fasten it, there was a note from the company:
Remember, even when it's cloudy outside the sun is still shining.
I smiled.
we made it...
The sky is a big toaster strudel. What flavor is your sky?
~ Christa L. Bohannon (January 6, 2004)
sit vis vobiscum
Important phrases to know if you are ever stuck at a latin Star Wars convention....
LUKE SUM IPSE PATREM TE
Luke, I am your father.
POTESTATEM OBSCURI LATERIS NESCIS
You don't know the power of the dark side.
SIT VIS VOBISCUM
May the Force be with you.
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If my research is wrong, please send/post a correction.
Pasta-Eating Space Monkey, says me
I don't know where I get this stuff from. Really...
The Earworms Are Coming!
For all of you (and me) out there who experience unwanted music occasionally:
Don't let the earworms get you...
And here are some home grown solutions:
Help me Obi-wan! I can't get this song out of my head!
a rapping judge
It makes me wonder how seriously this judge took Mr. Mathers III's case when she wrote a "rap-inspired poem to explain why" Eminem didn't take his poetry as slander against a person from his childhood.
She writes:
"The lyrics are stories no one would take as fact/They're an exaggeration of a childish act."
"Any reasonable person could clearly see/That the lyrics could only be hyperbole."
Survivor
At least he went over with a smile...
jumper: depression or daredevil?