“I got a ouchie dis morning. My sandals give me ouchie sometimes.”
“Sass wants to sit in my chair. Sit in my lap.”
“This guys needs to sing ‘Happy Birthday.’”
Aarick, twenty-five months old
“I got a ouchie dis morning. My sandals give me ouchie sometimes.”
“Sass wants to sit in my chair. Sit in my lap.”
“This guys needs to sing ‘Happy Birthday.’”
Aarick, twenty-five months old
“Nobody wants to buy pirated software if they have reasonably priced alternatives and just having an officially licensed copy of the software along with the user manual will be good enough to convince the majority of the market to come above board.” [George Ou]
This is my first post from my Cingular 8525 PDA phone. So far so good. Actually, totally sweet! More later…

[update: added picture]
We were visiting Northwoods Mennonite Church following the wedding of two friends. My nearly-two-year-old son sat on my lap and played with toys for the Sunday school time. With only a few minutes remaining in the period, I felt a warm sensation on my leg, a feeling that seemed to be spreading. My son’s diaper had malfunctioned inexplicably and my suit was most certainly compromised.
I hurriedly left the Sunday school class, handed the soaked boy to my wife in the foyer, and rushed to the bathroom. Attempts to dry my suit pants were pointless; I had a nice dark stain across my front and down my leg.
I had been asked to give a devotional address in less than five minutes.
I sat in the designated seat near the front of the church, nervous that noxious fumes might be wafting about the room. At the given moment I rose, strode briskly to the platform, and began to speak.
I concluded and exited to the right, conveniently holding my notes over my front and adjusting my suit jacket to cover my leg. We enjoyed the service, talked to some friends, stayed for a meal afterward, and as far as I know, no one was the wiser…until now.
Now you know.
And now I know…we’ve got to get that boy trained.
A friend who is also a minister at our church preached a sermon calling us to reject the illusory American Dream and pursue Kingdom living. Without condemning its use, he mentioned home Internet access as one peripheral option that we have come to see as necessary. That started my thinking toward disconnecting my home DSL connection. We had been paying $20 per month on a promotional deal. Then we moved and landline provider Alltel became Windstream. Our rates jumped to $30 ($50 with a $20 “discount”). With that promotional price about to end, I was ready to buy stock in Windstream or stop paying them so much money. So…I cut the line.
The friend who preached the sermon couldn’t believe it. We discussed it, and I think that my ready access at work alleviated my demand for Internet at home. Believe you me, I spent less time online at home, definitely a plus.
The greatest drawback was my wife’s need for the Internet. She was involved in mentoring at FB, and she has done some editing work for CLP. Both assignments required continuous contact via email. After trucking emails back and forth in PST folders, I was ready for something different.
Voilà (very short cable, by the way)!
And…voilà!
So…um, this blog has become a community-sponsored project.
I fear that in rejecting the American Dream I may have adopted the Socialist’s Dream. (“Don’t order anything special for me; I’ll just take a bite out of everybody else’s.”)
What do you think?
I wanted to find someone that I knew had a web presence. The following was my evolved profitable Google search string.
“person’s name” -kayak -dvd -video -guitarist -paddler
I found him.
From the internet archives:
“______ is without a doubt the most bigoted, fat-headed, inflated, mouthy, annoying, disrespectful, ungrateful, arrogant, self-important pig that ever evolved from slime.
He really, honestly believes he is the center of the universe, and the hottest shot that walks it.”
Now accepting nominations for the office denoting by the ___. Suggest your favorite fiend!
The (government system) password requirements are as follows: