"...All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us..."
~J.R.R. Tolkien
Monday, June 28, 2004
More horrible blogness
Blogger stuff
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I have the day off today. I have to call around and make sure all the letters of recommendation I've been begging have made it in the mail. Wycliffe will be making a decision at the end of this week. I should hear back from Houston shortly afterwards. The suspense is nagging.
I sang last night. One of the ladies in the bar apparently has something to do with LA Opera. Of course, there are lots of people who have *something to do* with lots of places. I hate to be cynical, but not everyone is discovered in some out of the way place and boosted to instant success.
I intend to bum about today, practice some, and do more bumming. Maybe weed my garden. Boy I wish I had something more profound to blog.
Thursday, June 24, 2004
Samaritan's Purse
On the positive side, it was very nice to be recommended. And they're "keeping me in mind" for next time. Whatever that means!
Wednesday, June 23, 2004
Friends: The One with the Ring.
by AckThud
Frodo Bing: Could we BE in any more peril? Mt. Doom is SO much further than Tulsa!
JoeWise: Don't worry, Mr. Frodo, I'm sure it'll be fine, so long as they have sandwiches there. Besides, we got this guide helping out here. Hey, How you doin'?
SmeaGellar: Um, ittttt burnsssssssssssss, like, I could help, but um.....there's this thing...my precioussssssssss...I, uhhhhh.....
Frodo Bing: Could you FORM a complete sentence?
Elsewhere:
Tom Phoebedil:
SmeaGellar, SmeaGellar,
Why are they torturing you?
SmeaGellar, SmeaGellar,
It's not your fau-au-aullllt!!!!
Oh,and this one..
Gilbert and Sullivan
by Zanzibar
I am the very model of the modern magus Mithrandir
I fought the Balrog in the chasm and was his extinguisher
I know who is the king to be and all Middle Earth's history
As well as all the lin-e-age that makes up Strider's ancestry
I ride upon the mearas that is known to you as Shadowfax
And fight Saruman's tyranny by leading Rohan in attacks
For guidance information about messing with a palantÃr
I am the very model of the modern magus Mithrandir
I got in trouble today. There's usually an hour or two of dead between the lunch rush and afternoon cocktails. I started bringing a book to work, which is ok with three of my four managers, but really makes the fourth mad. She went through my cart, found my book, and sent me home to put it away. I'll not make that mistake again.
There is a new bellman at work who is really on fire. He came to get a soda on his rounds and was telling me that he's having trouble talking with people about truth when, 1) they don't believe it exists, 2) they don't accept the Bible as the basis for living, and 3) if they do believe in truth, it is considered relative. We discussed how "truth" by definition must be absolute. Now he stops by two or three times a day instead of once. If only he knew that I have to wear my extra-large cross necklace at work, under my uniform. Having it wacking me about the midsection reminds me to be charitable...or that's the theory at least. I have 1 Corinthians 13 taped to the bar, but I still find Charity in short supply. Patience is in short supply, and I struggle not to be rude to abominable customers. Rarrgh. Confessions of a bartender...