Saturday, 14 October 2006
Thursday, 24 August 2006
MSN Procrastination
OddBabble says:Today my pants have a bear on.
hoveactually says:have you named the animals on your pants?
OddBabble says:there's only one
OddBabble says:hold on, let me look
hoveactually says:lol
OddBabble says:He says his name is Pharrel
hoveactually says:aw
OddBabble says:I was quite surprised by that
hoveactually says:yeah
hoveactually says:does he like being on your pants?
OddBabble says:hold on, let me look
OddBabble says:he's not smiling
OddBabble says:but then, he hasn't got a mouth
hoveactually says:eek
hoveactually says:poor deformed bear
OddBabble says:he looks quite in proportion actually
OddBabble says:I don't think he's in any way disabled
hoveactually says:ok
OddBabble says:although, presumably, mute
OddBabble says:but who wants chattering knickers?
hoveactually says:yeah, that could get tricky.. especially some situations...
OddBabble says:the mind boggles....
hoveactually says:indeed.
hoveactually says:have you named the animals on your pants?
OddBabble says:there's only one
OddBabble says:hold on, let me look
hoveactually says:lol
OddBabble says:He says his name is Pharrel
hoveactually says:aw
OddBabble says:I was quite surprised by that
hoveactually says:yeah
hoveactually says:does he like being on your pants?
OddBabble says:hold on, let me look
OddBabble says:he's not smiling
OddBabble says:but then, he hasn't got a mouth
hoveactually says:eek
hoveactually says:poor deformed bear
OddBabble says:he looks quite in proportion actually
OddBabble says:I don't think he's in any way disabled
hoveactually says:ok
OddBabble says:although, presumably, mute
OddBabble says:but who wants chattering knickers?
hoveactually says:yeah, that could get tricky.. especially some situations...
OddBabble says:the mind boggles....
hoveactually says:indeed.
Sunday, 20 August 2006
OddBabble: Kath?
Kath: Yeah?
OddBabble: What would you do if I woke up ham?
*Pause*
Kath: What?
OldBabble: What would you do if I woke up and I was made of ham?
*Pause*
Kath: I'd probably make you into a sandwich.
OddBabble: No!
Kath: What?!
OddBabble: I'd be hairy!
Kath: Would the hair be made of ham?
OddBabble: No. It would be like my hair now, it's just that I would be made of ham.
Kath: Oh.
*Pause*
Kath: I'd still make you into a sandwich.
*Long pause*
OddBabble: Kath?
Kath: Yeah?
OddBabble: What would you do if I woke up cheese strings?
Kath: I'd chuck you out.
OddBabble: No!
Kath: What?!
OddBabble: I can't help being cheese! What if I said, 'excuse me, I'm afraid I'm cheese strings'?Kath: If you said it like that, I'd let you stay. Now, we need to get going.
OddBabble: But I can't! I'm real a-peelable cheese!
Kath: I won't let anyone peel you.
OddBabble: Thank you.
*They depart*
Kath: Yeah?
OddBabble: What would you do if I woke up ham?
*Pause*
Kath: What?
OldBabble: What would you do if I woke up and I was made of ham?
*Pause*
Kath: I'd probably make you into a sandwich.
OddBabble: No!
Kath: What?!
OddBabble: I'd be hairy!
Kath: Would the hair be made of ham?
OddBabble: No. It would be like my hair now, it's just that I would be made of ham.
Kath: Oh.
*Pause*
Kath: I'd still make you into a sandwich.
*Long pause*
OddBabble: Kath?
Kath: Yeah?
OddBabble: What would you do if I woke up cheese strings?
Kath: I'd chuck you out.
OddBabble: No!
Kath: What?!
OddBabble: I can't help being cheese! What if I said, 'excuse me, I'm afraid I'm cheese strings'?Kath: If you said it like that, I'd let you stay. Now, we need to get going.
OddBabble: But I can't! I'm real a-peelable cheese!
Kath: I won't let anyone peel you.
OddBabble: Thank you.
*They depart*
Sunday, 23 July 2006
Time for another serious post..
"Oh, that marvel of conception as you stirred together
semen and ovum-
What a miracle of skin and bone,muscle and brain!
You gave me life itself, and incredible love.
You watched and guarded every breath I took.
But you never told me about this part."
Job 10:10-13 Message translation
I love the way that Job lets rip. He really just says it how it is right to God's face. His friends try to tell him 'the answers' but Job just says, "I don't know about any answers, I just know that this feels like crap, I don't like it, and God needs to know that."
I've just spent the last little while crying at God, telling him that the way he does things is stupid and that it would have been better if he'd never thought of us. I didn't use any of the "And Lord, Ijusreallywannapray" jargon or cliches and even found myself letting out a swear word. I know that God is OK with this, or else he wouldn't have let Job get in the Bible. I asked him all the 'whys' that have ever been in my head. I knew that there weren't going to be any answers, but also that it was good to ask.
Reading Job again reminded me that there is no answer to suffering. I especially want there to be an answer when my friends are suffering, because I want to be able to give it to them as a balm. I want to fix it and take it away. But the truth is, at the end of the day there is not any REASON for it. Kath will perennially be asking the same questions on her blog and talking about heaven. When she and I get together, there will always be some point in the day when we will ask each other the big questions, knowing that niether of us know the answer, but that it's good to ask.
God will always listen to me when I have these cyclical rants. He'll not drop The Answers down on a golden scroll carried by fat, ugly cherub babies (who ever decided that angels looked so repulsive?) and tell me to go forth and share it. But I'm assured that his silence does not mean indifference. He's not coldly saying "At the end of the day Stephanie, I'm God and you're not and that's that." Although that is true (and I'm grateful for it!). He also reminds me that he hasn't gone anywhere, he hasn't forgotten me, he's not gone deaf or blind, and he's not run out of COMPASSION. That's the thing, he actually gives a damn. So though I hate it, it's sort of OK that he doesn't tell me why, because I know that HE knows why, and so he must know why I can't know why. If you see what I mean?
What I'm trying to say is, that it's good to realise that no-one knows the answers, because if we did, we'd know that we'd got it wrong, because everything still sucks. But that still, it's good to ask.
semen and ovum-
What a miracle of skin and bone,muscle and brain!
You gave me life itself, and incredible love.
You watched and guarded every breath I took.
But you never told me about this part."
Job 10:10-13 Message translation
I love the way that Job lets rip. He really just says it how it is right to God's face. His friends try to tell him 'the answers' but Job just says, "I don't know about any answers, I just know that this feels like crap, I don't like it, and God needs to know that."
I've just spent the last little while crying at God, telling him that the way he does things is stupid and that it would have been better if he'd never thought of us. I didn't use any of the "And Lord, Ijusreallywannapray" jargon or cliches and even found myself letting out a swear word. I know that God is OK with this, or else he wouldn't have let Job get in the Bible. I asked him all the 'whys' that have ever been in my head. I knew that there weren't going to be any answers, but also that it was good to ask.
Reading Job again reminded me that there is no answer to suffering. I especially want there to be an answer when my friends are suffering, because I want to be able to give it to them as a balm. I want to fix it and take it away. But the truth is, at the end of the day there is not any REASON for it. Kath will perennially be asking the same questions on her blog and talking about heaven. When she and I get together, there will always be some point in the day when we will ask each other the big questions, knowing that niether of us know the answer, but that it's good to ask.
God will always listen to me when I have these cyclical rants. He'll not drop The Answers down on a golden scroll carried by fat, ugly cherub babies (who ever decided that angels looked so repulsive?) and tell me to go forth and share it. But I'm assured that his silence does not mean indifference. He's not coldly saying "At the end of the day Stephanie, I'm God and you're not and that's that." Although that is true (and I'm grateful for it!). He also reminds me that he hasn't gone anywhere, he hasn't forgotten me, he's not gone deaf or blind, and he's not run out of COMPASSION. That's the thing, he actually gives a damn. So though I hate it, it's sort of OK that he doesn't tell me why, because I know that HE knows why, and so he must know why I can't know why. If you see what I mean?
What I'm trying to say is, that it's good to realise that no-one knows the answers, because if we did, we'd know that we'd got it wrong, because everything still sucks. But that still, it's good to ask.
Saturday, 22 July 2006
Are You Branded? (Part 2)
Having seen this surreal coincidence on Kath's blog, I was shocked to discover that my own niece has chosen to try to EAT the corporate colours, (flanked by her auntie's favourite orange, naturally). Perhaps it is a prophetic suckle??
Saturday, 15 July 2006
Monday, 10 July 2006
The Answers
...for anyone that cares...
1. Rich Mullins 'Hard to Get'
2. Tricky 'Black Steel'
3. Ben Folds 'The Luckiest'
4. Bjork 'Alarm Call'
5. Damien Rice 'I Remember'
6. Eva Cassidy 'I Wish I was a Single Girl Again'
7. KT Tunstall 'Heal Over'
8. Paul Wellar 'You Do Something To Me'
9. The Smiths 'There is a Light that Never Goes Out'
10. Suzanne Vega 'Gypsy'
1. Rich Mullins 'Hard to Get'
2. Tricky 'Black Steel'
3. Ben Folds 'The Luckiest'
4. Bjork 'Alarm Call'
5. Damien Rice 'I Remember'
6. Eva Cassidy 'I Wish I was a Single Girl Again'
7. KT Tunstall 'Heal Over'
8. Paul Wellar 'You Do Something To Me'
9. The Smiths 'There is a Light that Never Goes Out'
10. Suzanne Vega 'Gypsy'
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