Having A Doctorate In Theology

is like having a doctorate in unicorns.

Well, they're mentioned in a book I read, so they must be real.
I'm busy studying for my theology test tomorrow.
By studying, I mean not giving a damn. Give me an F+. I deserve it.
C. S. Lewis wrote a book called, Mere Christianity, which I can say has me believing in the good word as much as J.R.R. has me believing in hobbits and wizards.
Here's one of his valid points:
People in the world would not have an inherent sense of good and evil unless there was a God who instilled such morality.
hmmm.
I guess killing all those peeps in the name of God is okey-dokey?
I really prefer ole Benji Franklin's take on religion (he said he would find out the truth soon enough, but in the meantime he had important things in this world to worry about)
but this damn required Intro to Christian Thought class has really got my dander up.
I'm not saying I'm not a believer,
I'm just saying I got bills to pay.

Hey! I got some fresh tracks on the spaceofmine so check um! I even busted out some ukelele! Wheee!

If you are tech savvy, you can get there in 4 well-calculated clicks. good luck and God speed.

You have a little something on your face...

Hey! It's time to eat some oatmeal! And time for some new ditties. I will be writing and recording and posting a new song every day this week! Or I might not. I could get tired and just give up. I do that a lot. I'm debating whether to give a direct link to the music here or not. Sometimes it's fun to have to look for stuff. Like a treasure hunt! Only instead of treasure it's a song by me I made real crappy-like in my apartment. If you can't find it, and you'd care to, just ask, Sugarknocks!
If you would like to know what pro-audio/microphones/outboard gear/instruments, etc. in use in these musical endeavors, that's just too bad, ya dork. You have to pay like everyone else.

Seenyoureyetis

I had apple pie on two different occasions and given an apple on a third occasion (which was somewhat related to the latter occasion of the two previously mentioned, but still worth mentioning,) all in this one day. Also seen today by a park full of children: yours truly crashing into the grass after hitting a rock, dude. Kids can be so cruel.
Kids can be so pliable.
School's back in sesh so here's some fresh podcasts you should be checkin//:
-the show with zefrank
-real time with bill maher
-Benjamin Walker's Theory of Everything
-NPR: All Songs Considered
-Yogamazing
-Lynchland (a MUST for Tenacious D fans)
-The Dave Ramsey Show
-Alternative tentacles Batcast
-KCET Podcast: Hammer Conversations

"the show with zefrank" is essential and brilliant and too good to be free. and hilarious. and its funny, too.
so funny that "the colbert report" stole some of his material. tisk, tisk, tisk.
I'm glad I never do that.
and now, New Rules:
-Seniors have the right to eat as much apple-praise-worshipping-pie as they see fit.
-Seniors are then not required to sit and get brain-washed and are free to stuff their backpack with pie.

Germ Town Revisited

Took a trip down to good ole Germ Town late this evening. Scary. Germies abound. They run ruthless. But I rode to the rescue of a radical dude in real-time trouble, boss. I am a champion friend. I ride the donkey of friendship like a young Indonesian farm-hand. With haste. With style. With spunk. With sass.
I'm sensitive. I will say things such as, "You reek of nasty." Or, "You smell like a turd."
And I will definitely not rub it in and say things like, "If I wouldn't have answered my telephone, you would have spent the night as the Germ Town Glory Hole."
I just have more class than that.
I will say, "Do you think you wore the same sandals as I had? Mine were brown."
Or, "When they took your mug, did you go for the Nick Nolte or the Robert Downey Jr.? I went for the Winona Ryder."
Or, "You smell like a turd."


"I got my money back in a government check,
I'm bored, can I make your life a wreck?
I got my money back in a government check,
I'm bored can I get my shit back?
People, things, and such
mostly shit that dirty peeps have touched."
--JL

Vroom Vroom

On my way home tonight this happened:
I was traveling up Minnesota Ave. from 6th to 8th.
In the opposite lane, three small lights were approaching rapidly.
I couldn't make it out. It was something tiny. Maybe a scooter?
Nope.

It was an old dude on a rascal.
yep.
A rascal.
An old dude flying down the hill on his rascal.
That's not street legal, is it?
A rascal?
What kind of gas mileage do you get on an electric motorized cart?
ahh, yes.
Now that is a quaint, humorous anecdote.

Not so quaint is all you needy read-my-bloggers with terrible speling and bad grammer. (smirk-)
How many bulletins must I receive from "friends" who insist I read their blogs?
Blogging is not for everyone.
Or, you letting everyone know you have a blog is not for everyone.
Or, just not for me.
If it happens one more time, I will exercise my power of friend deletion and you can take your made-up words somewheres else.
There now.