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05/12/2007: "Saturday Night Random Notes"
Here is a virtual cornucopia of little thoughts and ideas I have been accumulating over the past few weeks. It’s time to drain the swamp.
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I heard this at Thursday Night Bible Study a few weeks ago: prayer is the last resort of a scoundrel, but the first resort of a righteous man.
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Are you old enough to remember the band KISS when they were originally in makeup? I remember one of my friends was a huge fan, and he told me this ridiculous statement that I believed: no one knew what KISS looked like without makeup . . . only their mothers did.
I’ll not overanalyze that comment to death proving why plenty of people did know what these poor saps looked like. Ah, the innocence of elementary school. I was just flat gullible too.
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I love the first few grass mowings of the year. I can smell the wild onions as I walk up and down the side yard.
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I wish men would not talk on their cell phones while sitting on the toilets at work. So, there I am, taking care of business, and the phone rings in a nearby stall. These men try to conduct business – business, mind you – while sitting on a cold toilet seat. I’m wanting to flush like a good boy should, but I really do not want to be a heel and give away the location of the poor sap beside me.
So, Heather, I used to talk to you while on the toilet. No more.
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I remember telling you back on April 11 that I had been inspired over ten years previously by a web site focused on the concept that “life is a series of moments.” Out of curiosity, I tried to look up that web site, but was instantly overwhelmed by the literally 1,060 hits I got from that exact phrase. So, I am hosed as to tell you where I found it.
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I had just the opposite problem when searching for web sites with the phrase “all good Baptists have assigned seats”. I could not even get a hit on "Baptists have assigned seats". I sometimes joke about the comfort zones that churchgoers have in their regular seats in the pews, and was curious if anyone else had written about it on the Web.
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Are there still campus preachers on the Mall at Purdue? Are they anything like Brother Max? I’ll have to ask and find out!