This is really freaking hilarious. My favorite is when kirk flashes his chest at picard.
Also, here's a great video clip (i hope it works) of some monkey playing face tag with a pair of young tigers. Seriously, the monkey swings down, bitches the tiger in the nose, and then swings away before an agitated tiger can get him. Classic.
That's what my blogging has been like and for that I'm sorry. Not that too many people are that interested in my thoughts but I should be able to find the time despite my busy schedule. By the way, if anyone goes traveling soon, would ya snag me on of those airline pillows. I keep meaning to get one but end up persuading myself not to because Chapel can only get better. Now I'm like "screw it my neck hurts and I need the sleep." So if you can get me one I'd appreciate it alot.
So, new stuff. To my Glaswegian flatmates: Heyya! Hope all is well and the new flat mates are cool people (but not too cool so you don't forget about me and Steele).
I should be having an article published in the next Bagpipe. It kinda sucks but in my defense I was a little rushed (i.e. I had to write it in about two hours with very little revision). Oh well, I'm just trying to buld up some experience for latter when I try to go on to grad school in Journalism (at least that's the plan for now). Right now I'm trying to get more ideas for stories so if you have any suggestions let me know. I'm also working on a story for the Windbag (which is our April Fool's edition of the Bagpipe). I've got the basic stuff down but it needs some editing.
Some thoughts before I leave: I gotta stop reading the W-door. I like to keep up with campus debates and throw my two cents in but it never ceases to amaze me how asinine people can get. It fails to be an intellectual forum when people keep bringing up the same worthless arguments to support a position whose basis as been thoroughly trashed and whose arguments clearly debunked. It's also sad to see people prove the illogical nature of their arguments (and thought processes for that matter) by posting vague, emotional, and of course shallow notions steming from a youth group understanding of the Bible and then get whiney (on the W-door) when they effectivelylose the argument. I refer of course to an exceptionally whiney post I read today in the W-door that reiterates how much I want to move off campus and graduate as soon as possible.
Oh well, to egotistically quote myself, "No matter how much life gets you down, there's always Jelly Beans."
That's the way I like it. Whether it's writing or what have you. This comes especially after a whole semester of studying authors from the 17th, 18th and,19th centuries- not that they're not great writers, it just gets tedious after a while and I find myself longing for modern faster paced prose. It's also why chapel today was great. It was short. Roughly fifteen minutes short to be exact.
You see I try to be a punctual guy. Maybe it's a reaction from having a father who didn't really care about being late to most things or being "ruled by the clock" but nevertheless I'd rather be a little early to something and wait around for a bit than be late and rushed. That said I have a hard time respecting impunctuality (if that's even a word), especially when it affects the enitire student body, or at least those that showed up to Chapel like good little reformed boys and girls. I hate it when chapel speakers, or teachers for that matter, run past their time. After all, how can they expect met to respect their time if they don't respect mine?
Anywhoo, with that little tidbit off my chest I guess it's time to go get some food so I'll summaririze my week with a few handy bullet points.
1. Unofficially joined the Bagpipe (student newpaper), need story ideas.
2. Lots of reading, up till about midnight almost evey night reading for classes.
3. Return of Battleball friday and 7, HURRAYY
4. Accidentally shaved off goatee, working on new, better one.
5. Did I mention reading?
Alright, that's it. More latter when I can think of something interesting.
. . . but I'm not. I'm blogging because I realized I haven't been doing much recently. To those reading this from across the seas: I miss our flat, hope ya'll are doing alright without me and big John. I also shaved my beard and am now only sporting a long goatee.
I'm finally back at my home church of RP and I must say it's good to be back to some good solid preaching. My last two services were at an Assemblies of God church (Pentecostal) in East Texas and while it was a good experience for me to hear another perspective of Christianity, I really couldn't take any more shallow theology and silly actions/mindless repetions. Plus the speaking in tounges really weirded me out. Before that it was four months in Scotland and though the churches were better than I thought they would be (especially St. Georges Tron where Sinclair Ferguson used to preach), Britain is a pretty spiritually dead place and I was really yearning to be home with like minded Christians that I could connect with on a deeper level. I missed the sense of communion with other people my age and background.
On another note before I go to bed, I've had all my classes now and I'm looking forward to this semester. I realize I'll wain at the end but for know I have a great schedule which is as follows: Intro Philosophy with Partain, Christ and Culture with Davis (core), Principles of Sociology with Vos (required for core), Global Trends (also core), Cults with Clark, and Journalism with Foreman (for my major). All in all its 15 credits, 6 of which are for my own enlightement and not to fulfill any requirements. Should be an interesting semester.
Well that's all for now. Too tired to type. . . (though not too tired to alliterate).
Since Steele hasn't been blogging recently I thought I'd take up the mantle and provide you with a new Jeff Kyle quote directly from the W-door (though the underline is mine):
"Enought said I guess. Let's just be careful in our critique as we are all sinners. I hate Sadam's sin but I love the man! Is that not what God thinks when he sees Sadaam?"
God help us all if this man gets any significant leadership roles.
Well it's the weekend so I have some time to blog again and damn is it cold out here. Granted it warmed up dramatically today but coming back from the gym was murder. Last night everything was frozen, and I do mean everything. Wearing my Vans (skater shoes with very little traction) was a nightmare. I could barely walk in most places because the ice was so thick. Most of the time I ended up scambling on an inch or two of ice and still falling backwards but I managed to propel myself enough using rocks, railings, and occasionaly other people to get up the hills on campus. And of course being so cold and slippery we Catacombians did the only natural thing. We went sledding down the hill behind Carter. That was alot of fun. I took the trash can down the hill (which is pretty long) and barely managed to not kill myself on some poles. Of course my only handbrake was in fact my hand so I was able to pick up some major speed in some parts, not to mention I soaked the rear of my pants because the can was a little to small. The irony was that everybody expected school to be canceled but noooo we still had classes. Granted it was better in the morning and I have little cause to complain becasue I was responsible and did my work anyway but it was still really dangerous. I hope someone falls and breaks their neck and sues this stupid school. That oughta wake them up a little.
Oh well, I look forward to seeing Spoon and P-nut and comiserating with them.
Pretty self-explanatory but after driving through the night, packing tuesday afternoon, and driving up to Covenant this evening I am now unpacked and ready to go to classes. I'm actually looking forward to classes because I've signed up for some good ones. I'm not really looking forward to getting back into the Covenant atmosphere though. Yeah it'll be nice to see people again but I really enjoyed the freedom. Case in point I liked being able to finish off the semester with a pint of Guinness at Spud Mulligans (also where we had our first pint so we came full circle). But it's not just the drinking I'll miss because despite what some believe I don't think that's the most important thing in life.
I'll miss not being codled. I'll miss being able to make my own decisions and accepting the consequences. I don't like coming back to a place where men are taught not to be men, where people think that being a Christian means blindly following authority structures, where I'm expected to fit some sort of imposed order. Oh well. I guess life is having to put up with adverse conditions so perhaps it'll be as good a growing experience coming home as it was living in Scotland. Nevertheless, expect more anger from the angry leprechaun.