Reason #394 why my church amuses me: Riverbrew. We'll save my thoughts on alcohol for another day (it's pretty disgusting-tasting stuff, imo)--but I like the contrast between my old church, which forbid anyone in leadership from touching alcohol at all, to my new one, which now offers a small group devoted to brewing.

Stupid, stupid, stupid ( Read more... )

Okay, this is actually two posts in one. If you don't want to read about my views on the Church, skip the stuff behind the LJ-cut. No, seriously. Skip it ( Read more... )

*giggles uncontrollably*

Isn't this week over yet ( Read more... )

Terrorists lure young online with comedyI think the real problem I have with this article is the grammar of the title. Doesn't it sound like the terrorists' plot is to get kids to go online? It sounds like the classic "strangers with candy" argument, only the analogy to sexual perversion is drawn against the online environment. Today you learn how ( Read more... )

So browsing around on Noel's blog today, I came across an interesting post, which, of course, especially grabbed my attention due to the retention of the name Lisa:

The Ten Commandments of Marital Purity 1. I shall have no other human relationships before Lisa, including the kids ( Read more... )

So V and I were walking back into the apartment after another night of playing, yes, doppelkopf at, yes, Rob's. And I couldn't help but comment on the fact that Rob and I have been hanging out a lot over the last month and a half--heck, the last three days, we've hung out four times, more on which momentarily--and that I'm continually shocked he ( Read more... )

I went to Cedar Point for the first time in years this weekend with some of the East Lansing crew. Between the five of us (well, there were nine--four of Katie's friends from Pennsylvania met up with us there), we managed to ride all open rollercoasters. The Dragster was closed, and Katie, Carl, and I missed Wild Cat but caught Disaster Transport ( Read more... )

Well, today was... a day. I was in a bit of a funk for a while today (have been for the last few weeks off and on, actually--props to flint_the_dwarf, icywolfang, and the other, non-lj person who talked me out of it tonight). Reading Edgar Lee Masters' Spoon River Anthology didn't exactly help anything. It's a collection of poems written in the voices of 214 people, all ( Read more... )