Why is it so popular? You actually have to move your limbs, even going so far as to stand up, to play with it! It’s almost as good as going outside! With a few more years of exorbitant expenditure and brilliant technological innovation, who can say we won’t reinvent soccer? Think how popular THAT would be!
Facility in ridiculous conversation, especially that held with one’s superiors, revolves around two central points.
1. When others in the conversation begin to speak incorrectly about unimportant things, let them. Sit back and look intent. Avoid the urge to refute their arguments by reminding yourself that even if you’re right, it won’t matter tomorrow.
2. When a superior asserts a blatant falsehood, DO NOT contradict him! Ask a question that forces him to choose between retracting and saying something even more ridiculous.
Wrong:
Superior: “The moon is made of blue cheese.”
Peon: “You’re an idiot.”
Right:
S: “The moon is made of blue cheese.”
P: “Can we expect the discovery of such a large supply to be reflected in a sudden decrease in the price of terrestrial blue cheese in the near future?”
Let’s all say a prayer for the grandfather of a few good men. May God count them in his favour.
Is it just me, or did I just watch a news cast that portrayed it as the Pope’s fault? One story, speaking of the murder of a nun in Somalia, said that “it was not clear if it was directly linked to the pope’s comments.” I’m not surprised that his remark (actually a quotation drawn from a conversation of 14th century Byzantine emperor Manuel II Paleologus) was taken as inflammatory. What’s curious is that there seems to be no responsibility whatsoever on the part of the inflamed. Besides being unfair to the Pope, this demonstrates a certain way of looking at Muslims. The only reason not to assign blame to the perpetrators of unreasonable actions is that they are not capable of reason. We have no moral indignation against a tourist-eating lion, because he’s just a lion, and the tourists should have left him alone. The same attitude seems to be hinted at in discussions of the Muslim world: Since the Pope is capable of rational thought, he should know better than to mess with Islam, which is viewed as a giant senseless beast, too stupid to react with anything but rage when someone so much as looks it in the eye. Although individual Muslims all have their own opinions, the Muslim world as a whole has not yet come to a decision about the accuracy of this brutal characterization. We ought to be reminded by these events that while many Muslims would like to speak reasonably with Christians, there are still unnumbered multitudes who would rather go about like lions, searching for one to devour.
It seems that the Lord wants to me meet some of His Eastern children after all. I found out only today that the bus doesn’t go to Fort Nelson tonight, so I have to stay until tomorrow night, meaning that I will be going to the Ukranian Catholic parish in Prince George for the Divine Liturgy tomorrow morning. Can’t wait.
OK folks. No more blogging for June. Too much study to do. Talk to you in July.
…for all the single 20-something men in Virginia. You can give up and get on with your lives. My sister is engaged to marry Sir Michael the Gallant. See you at the party.
Please pray for a family friend, dealing with an extremely complicated and dangerous pregnancy. Thanks.
I once had a delicious feed of sushi with my Dad, about half of it sashimi so fresh that it almost made me want to grab a salmon bear-style out a nearby stream and take a bite. I went for a walk later that night, and it being a classically damp Vancouver evening, it wasn’t long before I had to sidestep a moderate sized slug. It had a graceful curve in its tail, and it glistened tantalizingly in the street light, not unlike a slice of tuna sashimi. And for about half a second, I thought: “MAN that looks tasty.”
I finally found something my oversized ambulance boots are good for: they offer unparalleled control of a hacky sack. How many of my Californian friends have scored a toque stall?