(Of course, this means that we might have to, you know, subscribe to cable. But we'll cross that bridge when we get to it.)
Second, this Saturday is June 13th, which means it's time for the third annual "Blog Like It's the End of the World" experiment. Basically, people sign up to make blog posts wherein they pretend that the undead have risen, and are attacking the real world.
I've participated in the first two years, and they were fun. ...but I don't know if I want to make it a three-peat. I'm ...kinda just not feeling it. [shrug] I don't know. I suppose I have (less than) 48 hours to decide. I do know that this type of thing is perfect for Twitter. But, the thing is, I don't have a Twitter account, and I probably never will. Mostly because I feel that my blog is adequate, and also, Twitter is too popular. (Heh. I'm lame that way.) Also, it seems like Twitter is too much work to maintain. And, I dislike saying/typing Twitter, which I've typed too many times now.
But if I did use that program, BLITEOTW would totally be a good use for it. Quick updates about zombies attacking? Awesomeness.
Anyway, if anyone else does feel like signing up for zombiefied blogging this Saturday, here's the site to sign up at.
Thirdly, here's the latest Church Sign Wisdom:
AND GREATLY TO
BE PRAISED
and
THE PRAISE
OF HIS PEOPLE
I dont' really have anything snarky to say about these. But it does make me wonder why god seems to constantly want/need to be praised. I mean, sure, if there's some Creator of the Universe, it would be cool to pass along one's gratitude. But the Christian God seems to...I don't know, have like low self-esteem or something.
3 comments:
1. I know! Yay!
2. Again? Man. Considering that I failed to survive the zombie hordes last year, I'm pretty much out of ideas. How many times are these zombies going to uprise, anyway?
3. God is good enough, smart enough, and doggone it, people like Him. Heee!!!
I heard the Futurama news too. Happiness GET!
That whole thing about God wanting to be praised brings to mind this rather amusing book called "God: The Ultimate Autobiograhy", and on the flipside, "Satan: The Hiss And Tell Memoirs". The archangels got to sing about a hundred verses of "Let's All Praise His Name" every night and of course they loved it. (Except for Lucifer, of course, who was then known as Muriel. Apparently.)
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