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… which I find really funny, because the ultra-conservative Roman Catholic Opus Dei are both light-years away, yet strangely similar, to the ways of evangelical Protestantism — and each thinks the other is the Antichrist.
(Note that if you pick all the SATANIC choices, you’ll end up with Jesuit. Link found via this guy.)
I’m glad to see that newly wed Brandon got the silver gravy ladle I sent him and Wendy. (Don’t be alarmed at the jokes in the comments; I bought the ladle from my great-aunt, who gets them by the ton from Baguio.)
Barney the Dinosaur and Wesley Crusher have at it. Engage!
Update: Photos!
Right now the cam is pointing outside, watching some skateboarder shred the streets of Little Italy. Noisy kid.
Another bit of freeware worth trying: Zend Studio Personal Edition is a free release of their excellent development environment. It’s more than just a text editor — there’s customizable code completion for HTML and PHP, contextual as-you-type tooltips for most PHP functions, a local debugging environment, and FTP browsing and editing.
I use the full Zend Studio 2.5.0 Plus at work; let’s see how this personal freeware version runs. (10.7MB download takes a while, though.)
I had a short IM chat with Dean this afternoon to answer some questions on Calvinism and predestination, and I realized just how little I know about the things which come to Reformed Christians as naturally as breathing. I haven’t even memorized the TULIP acrostic.
Being a Baptist, I still don’t think of myself as “Reformed” in the sense which most of our Christian blogger friends are Reformed. While I’ve always taken our predestination as a Scriptural given, it’s not something which I am always ready or able to defend with fiery passion. I guess it’s time to do some reading?
If You Could Hie to Kolob! Ancient Mormon hymn, about the planet of the “Gods.” More on the Planet Kolob here.
If you could hie to Kolob in the twinkling of an eye,
And then continue onward with the speed of light to fly**,
D’ye think that you could ever, through all eternity,
Find out the generation where Gods began to be?
As a child, and clear up through high school, I wanted to be an astronaut. Not just as a childish “I wanna be” fantasy; I seriously wanted to be one. By kindergarten level I had all nine planets memorized, and all through Grade School I nagged my mom to send me to Space Camp. The dream was practically within my reach in 1994, when I was admitted into BA Astronomy at USC; but my parents thought me too young to study abroad, so I went on to Ateneo.
This article, “How to Become an Astronaut,” comes to me almost a decade too late. Kids, read it. Learn it. Take advantage of the opportunity that *sniff, sniff* I missed.
Hmph. One day they’ll need graphic designers at Mars Base. Just wait. You’ll see.
From VodkaPundit, Claire Berlinski’s Modest Proposal to Saddam. It makes me want to hold my right pinky finger to my lip and make Dr. Evil noises.
Televangelist Bingo. Oh man, those head images of Pat Robertson (oops Robert Tilton thanks Tim) and Benny Hinn are absolutely precious. (Link via blogs4God.)
