The end of the world had almost come!
But then I realized that I don't live in a hollywood movie. A quote from an online comedy show:
"Hollywood just doesn't understand apocalypse. They seem to think that just one thing from everyday life goes away and that changes everything. Like in Road Warrior it was gas and in Water World it was land."
Well, in my life, it was my internet connection.
David Heustis informed you of the details, for which I am very thankful. Everyone, salute David.
Now, one error in his post was that I would have 1000 words for yawl. That's wrong. 1000 words is way too much for me to come up with in 3 days. 700 was just about right, but I came up with around 692, just to be safe.
Now, I have watched Pirates of Penzance in it's entirety twice since I last posted on the blog. Once at normal speed, and once at 110 percent speed.
I believe that when I put it on DVD for yawl (if I ever do, because I think it deserves to be on DVD instead of VHS, though it's coming FROM a vhs in the first place, ah whatever.) I'll put two versions, one at normal speed, and one at 105 to 107 percent speed. 110 is my favorite, but it looks a little wacky.
Anyway, now for the 700 words.
This part of the story needs major rewriting, but that's ok. Rewrite I can, rewrite I will.
Derrillynn, I understand that you are a non-detail oriented person, but if you could put aside your behavior long enough to read Peretti, you can read my stuff, which I am one hundred percent POSITIVE, is not nearly as detailed as Peretti.
Peretti, though he has a very strange choice in hair styles, is a genius. By the way, nobody get the Hangman's Curse movie. It's an insult. Hollywood took the final edit away from him when the budget ran out, so they took all the important theological parts of the movie out, leaving it quite dull, and, bluntly, stupid.
Not to mention Elisha (Eleesha, the sister) runs around with less clothes than most of the other public schoolers, and she's supposed to be the Christian. What kind of Godly character is that? If we're truly Christians, our Christianity will affect every area of our lives. Our clothing, our conversations, our thoughts, and the list goes on...
Oh, and Rich Christiano (the director of Time Changer) says that Finding Nemo teaches that life without Christ is fun, that kids should go to public school, and that ladies should wander around with the sharks.
Life without Christ doesn't work, period!
Ashley, Tait's sister, just sent me a picture of her piano recital. It is somewhat depressing that I don't play the piano. Tait and Ashley both play beautifully, and I envy that talent. Of course, it's no accident... Playing a musical instrument marks regimented discipline, not just talent.
All I can do is type at 80 words a minute, but even then I have nothing worth typing. So what do you get? A really, really LONG post about absolutely nothing. I am sorry, I have wasted your time.
Now to waste even more.
Talk about a rabbit trail. That started as a rabbit trail, but soon became a waterfall, then it became a volcano's path, and then it became the destruction of all mankind and target point for a huge nuclear warhead that had the potential to crack the earth in half, and then it got even worse: It became a government project.
Ok, back on-topic. Here's latest 700 words.
(By the way, the major thing I'm taking out of these seven hundred words is the infighting of the church. Can't put it in the movie, so I dont' really want it in the story.)
Tom Russell was a firm believer in biblical happenings in modern times, particularly the idea of angels walking among us. It was rare that he preached a sermon that didn't in some way touch that issue. This morning he was right in the heart of it, talking about how he had many people influence his life that he never saw again, and he believed they were angels. A few members of the church opposed this belief, and claimed that angels were only seen in angelic form, and only in the Old Testament. The scriptural battles could go back and forth for days, but usually they ended in Tom's winning, or Tom's opponent falling asleep about a day and a half into the argument. This mornings message was unusually short though, and ended not with an altar call, but with an earnest plea to the members to reach out to people that they knew.
“We must reach out, and take hold of those poor lost souls. Show them something worth dying for! Show them what you believe, not by ramming it down their throats, but by example! And now, keep this on your hearts and minds for the week, and we'll talk about your experiences next Sunday. Thank you, and I'll see you next week. Let's pray.”
The church joined together in their prayer for the lost, both in and out of the church, that they would “See the sin in their lives, but eternal light of hope in Jesus Christ. In Jesus Christ's holy name we pray, Amen.
The Wright family left the church with a desire to reach out and help someone, and though this was not unusual, it was an usually strong desire. After shaking a few hands, they piled into their car and drove homeward.
Michael was still walking slowly, but a little less determined than previously. He was in the process of inventing a story for any questioners, and he figured he'd need it a lot. Gabe still walked alongside of him, listening curiously.
“Gabe, what I don't understand is why I'm so afraid to tell people the truth! There must be a reason, but what?”
About this time they were passing a nicely paved driveway that led far back into nice woody area with a rather large house. The outside was orderly and clean, unlike the surrounding houses where the owners didn't care if the windows were smashed, so long as they had duct tape to fix 'em.
Curious, Michael decided to walk a little way down the driveway. A few cows contentedly chewed the abundant grass in the pasture, even though the bull and donkey seemed to be fighting it out right in the middle of them. Michael noticed that the hedges around the house could use a little trimming, and the gutters needed to be cleaned, but other than a few small issues of this sort, the house was in excellent condition. Around back, a pond was being blown by the wind in such a way that it looked like a river flowing gently along. A close look proved the first impression wrong. Michael felt guilty for having spent this much time snooping, so he turned back down the driveway, towards the main road.
When he reached the gate, he saw Gabe waiting for him. It surprised him, because he never realized that Gabe wasn't with him. Gabe stood in the gateway, as though he were waiting for Michael to try and pass. When he did try, he was again surprised. Gabe barked and growled at him, warning him that coming closer meant getting bit.
“Whoa Gabe, what's up?
Gabe merely stood there wagging his tail. His body language showed good intentions, but his growls showed otherwise. Michael tried one more time to pass. Gabe snapped at him, barely yet precisely missing his hand.
“Fine. You win. Now what?”
As if he understood, Gabe layed down on the asphalt and closed his eyes. Michael thought for a few moments, then sat down on a nearby rock, just inside the gate.
“This might be what I'm looking for. I like this place, and you obviously want me to stay right here, so that's just what I'll do.”
Questions? Comments? Anything? Anybody?
"Hollywood just doesn't understand apocalypse. They seem to think that just one thing from everyday life goes away and that changes everything. Like in Road Warrior it was gas and in Water World it was land."
Well, in my life, it was my internet connection.
David Heustis informed you of the details, for which I am very thankful. Everyone, salute David.
Now, one error in his post was that I would have 1000 words for yawl. That's wrong. 1000 words is way too much for me to come up with in 3 days. 700 was just about right, but I came up with around 692, just to be safe.
Now, I have watched Pirates of Penzance in it's entirety twice since I last posted on the blog. Once at normal speed, and once at 110 percent speed.
I believe that when I put it on DVD for yawl (if I ever do, because I think it deserves to be on DVD instead of VHS, though it's coming FROM a vhs in the first place, ah whatever.) I'll put two versions, one at normal speed, and one at 105 to 107 percent speed. 110 is my favorite, but it looks a little wacky.
Anyway, now for the 700 words.
This part of the story needs major rewriting, but that's ok. Rewrite I can, rewrite I will.
Derrillynn, I understand that you are a non-detail oriented person, but if you could put aside your behavior long enough to read Peretti, you can read my stuff, which I am one hundred percent POSITIVE, is not nearly as detailed as Peretti.
Peretti, though he has a very strange choice in hair styles, is a genius. By the way, nobody get the Hangman's Curse movie. It's an insult. Hollywood took the final edit away from him when the budget ran out, so they took all the important theological parts of the movie out, leaving it quite dull, and, bluntly, stupid.
Not to mention Elisha (Eleesha, the sister) runs around with less clothes than most of the other public schoolers, and she's supposed to be the Christian. What kind of Godly character is that? If we're truly Christians, our Christianity will affect every area of our lives. Our clothing, our conversations, our thoughts, and the list goes on...
Oh, and Rich Christiano (the director of Time Changer) says that Finding Nemo teaches that life without Christ is fun, that kids should go to public school, and that ladies should wander around with the sharks.
Life without Christ doesn't work, period!
Ashley, Tait's sister, just sent me a picture of her piano recital. It is somewhat depressing that I don't play the piano. Tait and Ashley both play beautifully, and I envy that talent. Of course, it's no accident... Playing a musical instrument marks regimented discipline, not just talent.
All I can do is type at 80 words a minute, but even then I have nothing worth typing. So what do you get? A really, really LONG post about absolutely nothing. I am sorry, I have wasted your time.
Now to waste even more.
Talk about a rabbit trail. That started as a rabbit trail, but soon became a waterfall, then it became a volcano's path, and then it became the destruction of all mankind and target point for a huge nuclear warhead that had the potential to crack the earth in half, and then it got even worse: It became a government project.
Ok, back on-topic. Here's latest 700 words.
(By the way, the major thing I'm taking out of these seven hundred words is the infighting of the church. Can't put it in the movie, so I dont' really want it in the story.)
Tom Russell was a firm believer in biblical happenings in modern times, particularly the idea of angels walking among us. It was rare that he preached a sermon that didn't in some way touch that issue. This morning he was right in the heart of it, talking about how he had many people influence his life that he never saw again, and he believed they were angels. A few members of the church opposed this belief, and claimed that angels were only seen in angelic form, and only in the Old Testament. The scriptural battles could go back and forth for days, but usually they ended in Tom's winning, or Tom's opponent falling asleep about a day and a half into the argument. This mornings message was unusually short though, and ended not with an altar call, but with an earnest plea to the members to reach out to people that they knew.
“We must reach out, and take hold of those poor lost souls. Show them something worth dying for! Show them what you believe, not by ramming it down their throats, but by example! And now, keep this on your hearts and minds for the week, and we'll talk about your experiences next Sunday. Thank you, and I'll see you next week. Let's pray.”
The church joined together in their prayer for the lost, both in and out of the church, that they would “See the sin in their lives, but eternal light of hope in Jesus Christ. In Jesus Christ's holy name we pray, Amen.
The Wright family left the church with a desire to reach out and help someone, and though this was not unusual, it was an usually strong desire. After shaking a few hands, they piled into their car and drove homeward.
Michael was still walking slowly, but a little less determined than previously. He was in the process of inventing a story for any questioners, and he figured he'd need it a lot. Gabe still walked alongside of him, listening curiously.
“Gabe, what I don't understand is why I'm so afraid to tell people the truth! There must be a reason, but what?”
About this time they were passing a nicely paved driveway that led far back into nice woody area with a rather large house. The outside was orderly and clean, unlike the surrounding houses where the owners didn't care if the windows were smashed, so long as they had duct tape to fix 'em.
Curious, Michael decided to walk a little way down the driveway. A few cows contentedly chewed the abundant grass in the pasture, even though the bull and donkey seemed to be fighting it out right in the middle of them. Michael noticed that the hedges around the house could use a little trimming, and the gutters needed to be cleaned, but other than a few small issues of this sort, the house was in excellent condition. Around back, a pond was being blown by the wind in such a way that it looked like a river flowing gently along. A close look proved the first impression wrong. Michael felt guilty for having spent this much time snooping, so he turned back down the driveway, towards the main road.
When he reached the gate, he saw Gabe waiting for him. It surprised him, because he never realized that Gabe wasn't with him. Gabe stood in the gateway, as though he were waiting for Michael to try and pass. When he did try, he was again surprised. Gabe barked and growled at him, warning him that coming closer meant getting bit.
“Whoa Gabe, what's up?
Gabe merely stood there wagging his tail. His body language showed good intentions, but his growls showed otherwise. Michael tried one more time to pass. Gabe snapped at him, barely yet precisely missing his hand.
“Fine. You win. Now what?”
As if he understood, Gabe layed down on the asphalt and closed his eyes. Michael thought for a few moments, then sat down on a nearby rock, just inside the gate.
“This might be what I'm looking for. I like this place, and you obviously want me to stay right here, so that's just what I'll do.”
Questions? Comments? Anything? Anybody?
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