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all blogs eventually become about cats

I stopped at the pet store to get some kibble to put in Clyde's headhole tonight, and what to my wondering eyes did appear in the sale bin but a George W. catnip toy. For $1.50, it could not be resisted. Clyde enjoying it:

ps - if you want one of your own, click here. Clyde, who is a serious 'niphead, is a big fan of this company's catnip toys. Their catnip is called 'zoom around the room' for a reason. There is also a big, non-catnip dog version.
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brainless

This morning I flew right past the exit to get on 237 from 880 to get to work. I was singing along with Buddy Miller, badly, and mindfucking thinking about my sermon and my theological reflection paper, and la la la I never got over into the correct lane. I probably should not be allowed to operate a car. Hell, some days I shouldn't even be allowed to operate pants.
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Tuesday, February 01, 2005

martyrdom? you're soaking in it.

I just looked up what I'm preaching on for homelitics in just under three weeks. We drew dates at random, and I have to pretend I'm doing a midweek eucharist on December 26. Six minutes (but I talk fast so I probably have to write twice as much as a normal person) on this:

Matthew 23:34-39
Therefore I am sending you prophets and wise men and teachers. Some of them you will kill and crucify; others you will flog in your synagogues and pursue from town to town. And so upon you will come all the righteous blood that has been shed on earth, from the blood of righteous Abel to the blood of Zechariah son of Berekiah, whom you murdered between the temple and the altar. I tell you the truth, all this will come upon this generation.

“O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you who kill the prophets and stone those sent to you, how often I have longed to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, but you were not willing. Look, your house is left to you desolate. For I tell you, you will not see me again until you say, ‘Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord.'" [NIV, because I was using Bible Gateway which doesn't have the NRSV]

It's the feast of St. Stephen, who ended badly in the day's reading from Acts, the account of which includes a phrase that I just don't use enough, "You stiffnecked people, with uncircumcised hearts and ears!"
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Sunday, January 30, 2005

my elephants are grey and dingy

Today was the white elephant sale in Oakland, which is only the best sale ever. Ryan, Sarah, and I went and bought many elephants, ate SuperDogs from the cart outside, and wore ourselves out carrying all of our stuff around the warehouse all afternoon.

Best thing purchased: This set of two, um, I don't know, grottos? Is there a correct term for half a styrofoam ball covered in glitter, pearls, and sequins, suspended over more styrofoam on either gold-painted dowels (large) or gold-painted coffee stirrers (small), with a random nativity set placed on what appears to be aquarium gravel glued to yet more styrofoam?

I also hit the craft section and got some random double-pointed needles and cable needles and stitch holders, a bunch of snaps and hooks and eyes because I never have the right sizes, and other random bits, all for a couple of dollars.

I had to get Dennis a present, of course, so I picked up Phyllis Diller's Housekeeping Hints from 1966, which contains such gems as, "If your house is really a mess and a stranger comes to the door, greet him with, 'Who could have done this? We have no enemies.'" Humor was weird in the 60s.

All in all, a very fun and satisfying day.
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