The end of the world was predicted for today, and while I'm not 100% sure, I think we are all still here.
People have been predicting the end of the world since they could first conceive of the world having a beginning, and I have a theory why certain Doomsday cults actually want it to happen so badly. These irresponsible people, who spread fear through ignorance, want it to happen so they can wag their collective fingers at the sinners left behind and gloat how they were right all along as they make their triumphant Ascension into Heaven.
Well people, and yes, I know none of the 'righteous' are likely to be reading my personal blog, I don't think you'll EVER get into heaven. Why? Because when you are filled with so much hate, you're to heavy for God's angels to lift you Up, so, with no other option, you will be sinking Down.
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Friday, May 20, 2011
Mastered By None
"Beware of those who would deny you access to information, for in their hearts they dream themselves your master."
Brenden Shucart
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Envy
Envy lurks in every body, and oppression hides in every heart; power reveals it, and weakness conceals it.
Scheherazade
from "The Tale of the Wazir & the Sage Duban"
found in "The Arabian Nights"
Friday, May 13, 2011
My Tribute to My Grandma
TO MY BELOVED GRANDMA GENTRY
Oh, God - our heavenly Father.
Oh, God - and my grandmother
Who is Also in Heaven,
May the light of this flickering candle,
Illuminate the night the way,
Your spirit illuminates my soul.
Grandma, can you hear me?
Grandma, can you see me?
Grandma, can you find me in the night?
Grandma, are you near me?
Grandma, can you hear me?
Grandma, can you help me not be frightened?
Looking at the skies, I seem to see a Million eyes,
Which ones are yours?
Where are you now that yesterday has waved goodbye
And closed it's doors?
The night is so much darker;
The wind is so much colder;
The world is so much bigger,
Now that I'm alone.
Grandma, please forgive me.
Try to understand me;
Grandma, don't you know I had no choice?
Can you hear me praying?
Anything I'm saying;
Even though the night is filled with voices?
I remember everything you taught me,
Every book I've ever read.
Can all the words in all the books
Help me to face what lies ahead?
The trees are so much taller,
And I feel so much smaller;
The moon is twice as lonely,
And the stars are half as bright.
Grandma, how I love you.
Grandma, how I need you.
Grandma, how I miss you kissing me good night.
The Ultimate Choice
The world is an inferno, full of darkness and evil, and there are only two ways of dealing with it.
The first is easy, but wrong; you accept it, and become a part of it.
The second way is hard, but right; you fight it.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Polenta-Style Corn Casserole
It's been a long time since I posted to my personal blog, and an even longer time since I posted a recipe. I know it's no excuse, but with everything going on in my life at work and in the theatre, it is only recently that I've had any time.
Anyway, recently, I had a small dinner party for some of my friends ("Thanks again for comming, Shawn, Dan, and Greg"). I really like having people over for dinner. It gives me a chance to expirement a little in the kitchen, adapting recipies to make them taistier (or healthier). I get to see my friends and loved ones in a relaxing and stress free environment, and I'd be lying if I didn't admit, it gives me a chance to show off my cooking skills.
One of the side dishes I searved that night was a crok-pot casserole I came across in a
cook-book I found at the local Good Will store. I made a few subtle changes, tyring to make it even healthier while at the same time even more filled with deliciousness.
Anyway, recently, I had a small dinner party for some of my friends ("Thanks again for comming, Shawn, Dan, and Greg"). I really like having people over for dinner. It gives me a chance to expirement a little in the kitchen, adapting recipies to make them taistier (or healthier). I get to see my friends and loved ones in a relaxing and stress free environment, and I'd be lying if I didn't admit, it gives me a chance to show off my cooking skills.
One of the side dishes I searved that night was a crok-pot casserole I came across in a
cook-book I found at the local Good Will store. I made a few subtle changes, tyring to make it even healthier while at the same time even more filled with deliciousness.
POLENTA-STYLE CORN CASSEROLE
- 1 can (14 1/2 oz) low-sodium chicken broth
- 1/2 cup cornmeal
- 1 can (7 oz) corn, drained
- 1 can (4 oz) green chilies, drained
- 1/4 cup each red, yellow, & green bell pepper diced
- 1/4 cup diced white onion
- 1/2 tsp salt
- 1/4 tsp pepper
- 1 cup shredded Cheddar cheese
Pour chicken broth into a 2 to 3 quart Crock-Pot slow cooker.
Whisk in cornmeal.
Add corn, chillies, bell peppers, onion, salt and pepper and stir well.
Cover and cook on LOW for 4 to 5 hours (best results)
After cooking, stir in cheese and continue cooking for another 15 to 30 minutes or untill the cheese melts.
All of my guests really liked this dish, and said it went well with the BBQ salmon and roasted vegetables. I'm sure you'll all enjoy it as well.
Till next time, remember; "Eat and enjoy".
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Correct or A Prude?
While I was at the gym (24 Hour Fitness) earlier today, something happened that is making me ask "Was I right, or am I a prude?"
I had finished my work out and had gone into the locker room to change out of my gym clothes and into my regular clothes like I always do, when another one of the club members brought his young daughter (3 to 4 years old) into the men's locker room.
It just didn't seem right to me somehow, bringing a small girl like that into an area where fully grown men are in various states of undress.
I spoke to the manager about it, but he just looked at me like I was some sort of crazy person and said he would look into it.
Now, I ask you, was I right to say something, or am I just being a prude?
I had finished my work out and had gone into the locker room to change out of my gym clothes and into my regular clothes like I always do, when another one of the club members brought his young daughter (3 to 4 years old) into the men's locker room.
It just didn't seem right to me somehow, bringing a small girl like that into an area where fully grown men are in various states of undress.
I spoke to the manager about it, but he just looked at me like I was some sort of crazy person and said he would look into it.
Now, I ask you, was I right to say something, or am I just being a prude?
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