Friday, December 30, 2011

Attack of the i's

Well Christmas as come and gone. It's almost New Years. And my blog got it's first spam comments ever. They have been deleted. Sorry spammers but you can't use my blog to advertise your spyware and viruses. Or is that supposed to be viri or maybe even virii?

I got nothing to say today. Just wanted to mark the passing of spam comments.

Thursday, December 22, 2011

The beginning of the end?

Made a few minor changes to the my blog. Nothing that should be that noticeable really.

It's now officially winter. And that means we just entered our last year. In less than a year the Mayan calendar runs out. Know what that means? A lot of stupid shows on TV trying to make money on something that no one really knows anything about, that's what.

Anyway it's late and I'm tired. I'll have a real post soon.

Sunday, December 18, 2011

A modern fairy tale

The Donkey and the Piano
Once upon a time there was a beautiful fairy princess that lived in an enchanted woods. Everyday she would go out and walk through the woods and talk to the animals. One day she came upon a talking donkey. "Fair maiden," said the donkey, "I am widely known as the best piano playing donkey in all the lands. But alas, the times are tough and none want to hear me play. If I don't play the piano I don't eat. Will you please let me play for you?"

"Good Sir Donkey," she replied. "Come back to my house and I will gladly feed you and listen to you play."

So they returned to her house and she laid out a feast for him to eat. And once his hunger was sated he proceeded to play the piano. From the piano came the most horrific jarring noise imaginable. The donkey's hooves slammed down on the keys breaking them as the noise was tortured out of the piano. After he had pulled every agonizing sound out of the dying piano he defecated on the floor and ran out the door never to be seen from again, and leaving the fairy princess with a table full of dirty plates and half eaten food, a destroyed piano and one hell of a mess to clean up.

The End.
Morale of this story: Sometimes I'm just a talking ass that thinks he can make something beautiful.

I used to know this girl that liked to hear me create these stupid little romantic fairy tale type stories. I guess I'm a little out of practice.

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

All that glitters

Matthew 19:21-24
Jesus answered, “If you want to be perfect, go, sell your possessions and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven. Then come, follow me.” When the young man heard this, he went away sad, because he had great wealth. Then Jesus said to his disciples, “Truly I tell you, it is hard for someone who is rich to enter the kingdom of heaven. Again I tell you, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for someone who is rich to enter the kingdom of God.”
OK, so in my last post I mentioned this passage and how I wanted to talk about something. I meant to write this up days ago but I've been lazy lately. Anyway on to the point.

I hate the Catholic Church. I have many reasons for this and most of them are unimportant and petty and I know. But the one main reason I hate the Catholic Church above my general dislike for all Christian Churches is this. A Christian church is supposed to help the poor in the community and I'm sure most do. But the Catholic Church in particular is a massive world world organization that weekly asks its members to tithe their 10%, meanwhile the Vatican sits on millions, if not billions, of dollars worth of art and books and gold. If the Catholic Church was serious about wanting to help the poor in this world just think of all they can do with all that money?

The other point I wanted to make was this. Capitalism and Christianity don't really go together. At least they shouldn't if you actually believe what Yeshua taught. Of course Christianity has absolutely nothing to do with what he taught. So capitalist Christians are nothing but hypocrites.

OK, so this post didn't come out anywhere near how I wanted it to. But oh well. I don't really care that much. For those people who can think for themselves you can get what I'm trying to say I hope. And for those people that can't think for themselves, what are you doing at my blog anyway?