Kaanib flame part 4

More Kaanib.net hilarity. The funny part is that his accusation consists of pasting my anti-ADD entries into the board again and again. That’s sort of like a Catholic priest handing out anti-Catholic tracts at Mass to explain how evil Jack Chick tracts are. ;D

TwoTwoTwo

It is now 02/02/02.

Let the rhymes ensue.

Starting with… you!

Cheney with knife

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“Okay, Mr. Cheney, just give us the Enron documents. Easy now, sir, just give them to us calmly. No, no, put that knife down. Don’t do it, Mr. Vice-President, don’t- AH! AAAGGHHRRGHKK!!!”

(Psycho shower theme in background.)

AIM blocks Trillian

Aw crud. Even if I upgrade, AIM’s going to find a way to block newer versions. You AIM users may not see me online for a while. Why not switch to something else?

Update: Later versions of Trillian no longer have this problem.

(Anyway, anyone up to reading a sizzling romance? ;))

Hittin’ Bullets

US aircraft hit by small arms fire. Whoa. And this was over mainland Luzon, not Basilan. While we may be sadly insensitive to news of Filipino soldiers dying in firefights with the NPA and the Abu Sayyaf, even just a small incident like this is big news for Americans, isn’t it? I wonder whether it was just a freak accident of some drunk firing his gun into the air, or if an armed insurgent actually knew the purpose of the plane passing over at the time.

Is the solid excrement about to hit the rotary ventilation?

Girl Scout Cookies

Girl Scout cookies, anyone? Which of course brings up that old joke: If peanut butter cookies are made from peanut butter, then what are Girl Scout Cookies made from?

<homersimpson>”Mmmm, Girl Scouts…”</homersimpson>

Greenbelt Tape 2

I passed through Greenbelt Mall again yesterday, and the mysterious TV was missing from beside the up-escalator. There was, however, a small piece of paper taped to the floor where it had been. This is what it said:

“Walking the Length of the Tape,” by Ronald C. Anading, Mixed Media, 2001.

Interesting, eh? That means he literally walked that escalator like a trout in the rapids for a whole roll. Was it Standard Play or Extended Play, I wonder? Good thing he wasn’t “Walking the Length of the Disc” on a DVD-R at 2 mbps. Otherwise he might have been walking for a good four to five hours. With pixelated jaggies on video, no less.

On John 6

One of my favorite chapters in the entire Bible is John 6, where, a day after feeding five thousand people at Tiberias, Jesus addresses them about himself as the “Bread of Life.” He compares himself to the manna: the bread that God sent to the Jews in the wilderness, and yet more than that, a bread that brings eternal life — his own body, his own flesh. “Whoso eateth my flesh and drinketh my blood, dwelleth in me, and I will raise him up at the last day.”

It must have been a strange idea to the Jews who were listening, and even to us who read it today, but He was talking about His coming sacrifice: when our Lord’s own body and blood would be violently rent for our sins. Christ made it clear with the “Bread of Life” dicsourse how inseparable our eternal salvation is from His sacrifice of flesh and blood on the Cross. Eternal life comes, he told them, only upon “eating of the bread” that came down from Heaven: Himself, his flesh and blood. By partaking of His sacrifice are we saved.

People strove and murmured while Christ said these things at Capernaum, but they continued to listen. But then, He said something they really, really didn’t want to hear: “That no man can come unto me, except that it were given him of my Father.” It was when He said that, that people started leaving. (Jn 6:66)

Who wanted to be told that, anyway? That this one Man, by way of His flesh and blood, was the only way to Heaven, and that no one could come to that Way on one’s own, but only by the enabling of the Spirit and the gift of the Father? Our natural way is to resist a teaching like that, to claim that we are masters of our own destiny, with power to change the course of our own lives. Yet how untrue that is. What power do we have to change that selfish, concupiscent, uninspired way we have lived since we were first pulled from the womb? That power is God’s and God’s alone.

Only by virtue of His death on the cross, by His selfless atonement for our own evil, that giving of his own body and blood, are we saved to eternal life. And just as much as bread and water are food and drink to our bodies, so is the sacrifice of Christ’s human flesh and his spilled lifeblood, eternal food and drink to our souls.

(Admittedly, with my Roman Catholic background, it’s easy to see how these passages can also be directly used as a scriptural justification for transubstantiation and saving grace in the Eucharist; and the Protestant stand that the whole “body and blood” bit is mere symbolism stands somewhat weakly — in my eyes, anyway — before the Roman argument for a literal sacramentalism. It’s an interesting issue deserving much thought, and I will address that some other time.)

Space Trader

Over and above Dope Wars, Space Trader is quite possibly the most fun Palm game there is. It follows the “Taipan” formula, trading goods between planets and fighting pirates en route, but with galactic maps, comparative price charts, and varying planetary system conditions. Quite engaging.