Monday, March 31, 2008
My old friend Big Doofus told me about his then-band Toy Matinee back in the early 90s (in addition to telling me about They Might Be Giants and The Rembrandts and The Swirling Eddies and The Choir and, um, have I left any out?). I won't go into Kevin's biography now except to say that he's taken the last plane out. Enjoy the music and the major-studio videos. Beware the hairstyles and limpy wristed bass players!
O.S.I. is the guitarist from Fates Warning, the drummer from Dream Theater, and the keyboardist/studio guru who used to be in Dream Theater until he got sick of the whole progressive music thing. So he went off on his own and started creating more melodic yet equally challenging music. YEAH FOR SCHOOL!
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Oh, and my novel is up to 14188 words (I've been a slackin'!) and my music library via WinAmp is down to a mere 32 hours of unlistened songs. This just in... I'm easily amused but highly interested in tracking meaningless numbers.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Today on a whim I checked his site and he's blogging again!
What would happen if John McCain went to a church for decades where the pastor said things like blacks where the problem with our society and blacks had killed a white Jesus? Or what if McCain said something bad about a black person and then tried to clarify his comment by saying that this person was just a "typical black person" who had a fear of whites bred into them.
Am I hearing cries of "Crucify! Crucify!"? Does anyone think that the media wouldn't be demanding his resignation from the Senate?
Now let's wonder what would happen to me if I plagiarized an idea from Glenn Beck for my own blog...
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Grab a bucket of popcorn (made with coconut oil that was horribly bad for you... oh, wait, it's not) and a few scrambled eggs (they'll kill you in a minute... except that they turned out to be okay after all) and enjoy the chuckles.
Don't Let The Facts Get In The Way Of Your Eco-Religion
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
As you might expect from the very same curmudgeon who brought you “Daylight Savings Time Burns My Buns” comes the latest diatribe, “Thank God It’s Good Friday!” Yes, another pointless missive from my collection of Pet Peeves.
Let’s begin, shall we?
In college I had a highly respected professor talk once about how Jesus wasn’t crucified on a Friday. I was only half paying attention, which was typical of my entire schooling as I learn best by reading, and so the details of his position floated from my brain. Years later I read a chapter on the subject by excellent expositor James Montgomery Boice and gol-dang if’n it didn’t all make sense! Plus it appeals to my love of being contrary to general public opinion.
Matthew 12:40. Yep, my first and most powerful punch comes from Jesus himself where he said “"For as Jonas was three days and three nights in the whale's belly; so shall the Son of man be three days and three nights in the heart of the earth.” I don’t think He was mistaken or misquoted.
The Jewish day began at sunset and concluded on the following sunset. Christ was entombed at the end of some day before the sunset starting of Sabbath and in any case, this day counts as a day… it’s a Jewish thing but the modern world also uses it in saying things like “I spent the day with an axe murderer” when, although you didn’t spend 24 hours or even every daylight hour with said axe wielder, you spent a number of hours with such a person. Thus for Christ to have died and been buried on a Friday would be: Friday day, Friday night, Saturday day, Saturday night… two nights and two days! This is assuming He returned to life during the night, which is the most plausible since Mary & co. came to his tomb first thing Sunday morning (break –o- dawn, as it were) to add their own zesty blend of spices. No matter how you try to twist the math, it can’t come up to three days and three nights.
Now let’s plug a Thursday into our equation, shall we? Thursday day, Thursday night, Friday day, Friday night, Saturday day, Saturday night… three days and three nights. WHAMO!
How about another Biblical text? How about John 19:31: “Now it was the day of Preparation, and the next day was to be a special Sabbath.” A special Sabbath? Throughout the Jewish year there were special, or high, Sabbaths. The Greek makes this clear that the day in discussion is not your weekly Saturday Sabbath. This time around there were two, two, two Sabbaths in a row, the high/special Sabbath (most likely the Feast of Unleavened Bread) and the regular ol’ Sabbath. Matthew 28:1 also states that Mary came to the tomb at "the end of the Sabbaths.” The day before the Feast of Unleaved Bread is Passover. WHAT?! Christ, the sacrificial Lamb for our sins sacrificed on the actual day of Passover?!?!? Coincidence? I think not. So if there were two Sabbaths in a row and Saturday was the regular Sabbath that would make (punching in numbers on a calculator) Thurday be Passover (followed by Sabbath #1- Feast of Unleavened Bread and Sabbath #2- your standard weekly Saturday Sabbath).
With what we know about the Jewish calendar (thanks to our archeologist pals) and through cross referencing the gospels it becomes clear that Friday just doesn’t fit in with the data. It don’t jive, turkey! Such a lengthy discussion is beyond this blog entry but a very detailed examination on the final week of Jesus can be found here. Be sure not to miss the handy-dandy chart on the last page which lays it all out.
So what does all this mean? Ummm…. Nuthin’. Good Friday is a celebration created by the Roman Catholic church some time after 325 A.D., possibly based on the Jewish festival of Pascha. While there’s nothing in the Bible that prescribes such a celebration there isn’t anything that condemns it either. Thursday, Friday… in the end it doesn’t matter unless you’re an A-retentive dork like me. What matters is the death and resurrection of Jesus celebrated at Easter… and no, I’m not going to go into which day of the week Easter should fall on. That, as Alton Brown says, is another show.
Monday, March 10, 2008
I hereby declare today Caffeine Overindulgence Day!
Melynda thinks I'm too wacko on this whole Daylight Savings Time thing and maybe I am. However this weekend it occur ed to me WHY I might be overly wacko on the whole subject: in an era when sleazy politicians control our lives from special interest funded ivory towers this is a very real, very concrete, very personal, very invasive attack on our freedoms, when someone other than your employer dictates when you must go to work. Imagine if one day you receive you receive an e-mail from your state government telling you that you must go to bed at 10:30. Or even more likely that you must turn off lights and reduce your electricity usage at 10:30. I may be tired, I may be paranoid, I may be writing long rambling sentences with little coherence and bad spelling but at least I have a nice fuzzy hat.
Friday, March 7, 2008
Also in the article was mention of a study in 1976, three years after most of the nation began DST, which found "no significant energy savings after the switch."
But by all means, let's ignore the goals of DST, goals that this study has shown are actually thwarted, and continue this trend. Why? Because like a liberal, excuse me, progressive policies, they just make you feel good. Kids, as long as you feel like you're doing a good thing it doesn't really matter if you are in actuality doing harm. That's our lesson for today.
Monday, March 3, 2008
As a nation we play mind games with ourselves via Daylight Savings Time. Everyone gets together and collectively pretends that it is an hour earlier and ALLAH-PEANUT BUTTER SANDWICHES... it's an hour earlier. Except that it isn't. I think I remember something from my childhood about "what if everyone in my class jumped off a cliff..."
How indicative of post-modern thinking that even time is relative (my apologies to Einstein). "What may be true for you isn't necessarily true for everyone." POPPYCOCK! Truth is truth even if you choose to ignore or not believe it. It's 8:00 A.M. because it JUST IS even if everyone decided that it was midnight! Water is made of one oxygen atom and two hydrogran atoms even if you believe with every cell (and atom) of your being that it is made of helium... IT JUST IS! Mind games.
*SIGH* It's not as if time isn't an arbitrary invention to measure the fourth dimension that will one day pass away but I just like complaining about idiotic legislation and being able to wake up when there's light outside and go to bed when there isn't. The one good thing is that there will be less crime.
"Dude, I was going to rob that convenience store but I just noticed that it's like way past my bedtime."