Stoopid Test

My score was 24:
http://www.flashbynight.com/test/

The purpose of cats is? v0002

Zeke wonders "can't you pile warm, dry clothes on me?"

What is the purpose of cats again? I literally cannot start my dryer without a cat check.

Zoo Wild Lights 2006

Jenny Jitterbug, Hugh, Viv, and I went to Wild Lights at the Henry Doorly Zoo on Monday night. There was a mysterious fifth member of our party, well it was Maegmariel, who was working, so not really a member of the party, and objecting mightily to her pictures being taken, what's up with that?

Wild Lights is very cool, well, it is if you like lights, the pictures should be self explanatory. There was also a "petting" tank at the aquarium, we got to touch a horseshoe crab (the topside only) and a bamboo shark (Hugh tried to pick it up). Thanks to a view of the underside of the crab, I now know where the inspiration came for just about every weird threatening alien in any movie (what is that). The bamboo shark had about a two inch stripe of very rough skin on the top of it running lengthwise, but the rest of the skin was very soft. No pictures of the shark, the light was low, and I didn't think I could get a shot through the water.

first stop, the gingerbread cottage.


double J and I right before the witch came out of the cottage.


do you know how to work that thing?


sure, Hugh makes one little comment, and JennyJitterbug has us both arrested.


yes, that is my head in the alligator's mouth, maybe being arrested wasn't so bad.


Viv, check it out - a turtle.


a turtle, where?


right over there, quick before it hides!


while everyone else was checking out the crawfish, I was making friends with this guy here. we kind of watched each other through the glass for at least three minutes, until a herd of immature humans came over yelling "look it's Dori" at the other fish in the tank.


back at the gift shop, I got this picture of Viv & Maegmariel. Maegmariel is there, ducking down behind the cash register.

Second Class Christian

I sit alone in church, by myself I pray,
you'll treat me with respect, yes, this is the day.
Was it something I said, is it the way that I look?
or do you not like the way I read God's holy book?

Second class Christian, though He is my Savior,
I don't think like you, I am the wrong flavor.
Maybe I smoke, I'm overweight,
I like to dance, I can't get a date.

By God's dear grace I am well fed,
I have a roof that's over my head.
Jesus is my Savior, by this I hold fast,
but as a Christian, I'm an outcast.

Second class Christian, though He is my Savior,
I don't think like you, I am the wrong flavor.
Maybe I drink, I'm way too thin,
I like to flirt, I must be living in sin.

The almight King sits, watching us from His throne,
I love Him dearly, Him and Him alone.
for what He has done for me, what else can I do?
but what of this love, it's not enough for you.

Second class Christian, though He is my Savior,
I don't think like you, I am the wrong flavor.
Maybe I swear, I am not tall enough,
I'm mentally ill, life certainly can be rough.

I am beaten, naked and bleeding, left with no pride,
you pretend not to see me, as you pass on the side.
I sit alone in church, by myself I pray,
you'll treat me with respect, Dear Lord, let this be the day.

onionboy

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Although this poem/song reflects certain recent events in my life, no one should be taking it too personally. It's been at least ten years in the writing.

Scenes from shopping

I went shopping today, both Christmas and grocery shopping. I saw a couple of picture worthy things.

yes, that is the suit coat I just paid full price for less than two weeks ago. Grrr!


perhaps someone can tell me what exactly is on sale here ... um, nevermind, I don't think I want the culpability of knowing.