Monthly Archives: July 2009

Open Letter of Intent To Sue Humor Bloggers Over Summer Camp

Today is Day 5, Write Letter Home Day, and the last day of Humor Bloggers dot com Summer Camp, with camp counselor Shawn from The Shark Tank and The Open Letters Blog (where he is a co-author, can’t give him all the credit there). Never one to stick to the rules completely (I always adapt rules for memes to my own devices, especially on my reading blog, why should I change and not do something similar here?), I adapted the idea a bit in the form of a letter from my parents to lawyer to Chelle B., the cabal leader of Humor Bloggers.

Dear Mrs. B.:

This letter shall serve as formal notice of our intent to file a lawsuit against you and Humorbloggers dot com, due to your blatant and objectionable disregard of the law.

On Monday, July 27, 2009, in a summer camp sponsored by you, Head Counselor ThinkinFyou threatened to burn down the camp and then posted a pornographic picture on her site (we weren’t going to post the picture again, please) that has scarred the mind of our dear son, Unfinished Rambler, to this very day, July 31, 2009.

Also on Monday, July 27, 2009, Craft Counselor Mizzdrake called our son a…well…since we can’t bring ourselves to use the offensive word, a person “slow or limited in intellectual or emotional development or academic progress.” We admit that our son is not the sharpest knife in the drawer as he has demonstrated here and here (and by his overuse of hyperlinks and, even worse, parentheses, we have no idea where he learned that from, by the way, or his overuse of dangling prepositions either).

On Tuesday, July 28, 2009, Singalong Counselor Quirkyloon used a parody of a Joan Jett song, “Do You Want Me To Touch There?”

(which we share only in the interest of full disclosure of how horrifying it is) about a blogger named Nipsy, the name of whose blog we can’t even bring ourselves to type. Now our son is hooked on Joan Jett and is getting a bad reputation.

On Wednesday, July 29, 2009, Campfire story counselor Spaz used the f-word on two occasions during his story. I mean, it’s not like we sent him to Teenage Tourette’s Camp.

Then to cap it all on Thursday, July 30, 2009, Survival Tips Counselor Red Raider offered our son whiskey AND told him along with his campmates to take all their clothes off when we all know that…

Please also be aware we are jointly filing a formal complaint with the Federal Summer Camp Commission, The Idaho State Attorney General (where you are from), The Florida State Attorney General (where your head counselor is from) and the Better Business Bureau. Thank you and we look forward to resolving this most expeditiously.

Mr. and Mrs. Rambler

cc: Federal Summer Camp Commission
Idaha State Attorney General
Florida State Attorney General
Better Business Bureau

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Flashback Friday: I wanna get on the good foot

During the bombing raids of WWII, thousands of children were orphaned and left to starve. The fortunate ones were rescued and placed in refugee camps where they received food and good care. But many of these children who had lost so much could not sleep at night. They feared waking up to find themselves once again homeless and without food. Nothing seemed to reassure them. Finally, someone hit upon the idea of giving each child a piece of bread to hold at bedtime. Holding their bread, these children could finally sleep in peace. All through the night the bread reminded them, “Today I ate and I will eat again tomorrow.”

Linn, Dennis et. al, Sleeping with Bread

Each Monday, a small group of ladies participate in the meme Sleeping with Bread, started by Mary-Lue and based off the book and on the Friday before that, I post something I call Flashback Friday as part of that. As Mary-Lue describes it in her introduction, just as “the orphans held on to what nourished them and were thus able to sleep peacefully at night, the examen, based on the spiritual exercises of St. Ignatius [of Loyola], helps a person hold onto what spiritually nourishes him by looking at what is giving him consolation in his life or causing him desolation. It allows someone to express his gratitude to God for the good stuff and turn to him for solace for the bad stuff.”

I thought it only appropriate  to restart participating in this meme (last time: June 15) today, July 31, the Feast of St. Ignatius Loyola (for more on St. Ignatius, see here).

For what am I most grateful?

This week I am most grateful for:

  1. my wife, who is participating in The Love Dare, “a 40-day challenge for husbands and wives to understand and practice unconditional love,” and who, in turn, is challenging me to practice unconditional love with her also (reminds me: dishes piling up in sink).
  2. Lighthouse Catholic Media, which came to our church this past Sunday to set up what it calls a Parish Faithraiser Display. Bottom line, it is a kiosk at the back of the church where parishioners can pick up CDs of Catholic religious and lay leaders for free or a suggested donation of $3 per CD. In other words, the display is a resource for parishioners to take their faith to the streets.
  3. WeightWatchers which I just joined last week and by which I have lost two pounds already. I also belong to SparkPeople, but in the past, WeightWatchers helped me lose 100 pounds so I know it works. I still participate in SparkPeople because of a forum to which I belong there.

Least grateful?

This week I am least grateful for:

  1. not keeping up with giving 10 minutes a day to God each day as suggested by Catholic lay minister Matthew Kelly (podcast here) as I mentioned first here in May, and then last week here and here.  However, I have done it at least twice week this week and this post actually arises out of giving that time to God this morning.
  2. not getting up early each morning as I first suggested last August on a running blog that has since gone defunct and reiterated in my last post on this blog. One of the things I’ve adjusted there is the time I awaken each morning to coincide with the time my wife gets up: 6 a.m. and switching the walking/running before my devotional time. I decided that realistically if I started with reading my devotions first, that I would be too tempted to fall asleep reading and return to bed. If you’re wondering about my schedule, I am a part-time correspondent with a newspaper, which affords me the time to adjust my schedule accordingly. This past week, I think I made it up once: on Wednesday morning. Since then, I haven’t done it.

However, I came across something in today’s first reading in the Office of the Readings that addressed both of these situations and something with which I have struggled previously: persevering in running the race and getting beyond the turning point.

It is not that I have already taken hold of it or have already attained perfect maturity, but I continue my pursuit in hope that I may possess it, since I have indeed been taken possession of by Christ [Jesus]. Brothers, I for my part do not consider myself to have taken possession. Just one thing: forgetting what lies behind but straining forward to what lies ahead, I continue my pursuit toward the goal, the prize of God’s upward calling, in Christ Jesus. Let us, then, who are “perfectly mature” adopt this attitude, and if you have a different attitude, this too God will reveal to you. Only, with regard to what we have attained, continue on the same course.

Philippians 4:12-16

My favorite part of this is “if you have a different attitude, this too God will reveal to you,” or, as it is translated in the Office of the Readings: “If you see it another way, God will clarify the difficulty for you.” I believe God has been more than “clarifying the difficulty” for me and revealing to me that the attitude of defeat is not one that I need to adopt. So I will continue on the same course, attempting the 10 minutes a day and attempting to get up early each day to start my day on the good foot, so to speak.

For my sister who thinks I have to have a YouTube video to go with every post :) :

WTF Wednesday (on Thursday): Words To Help You Survive

Today I’m combining WTF (usually Wordless) Wednesday (usually Wednesday) and Day 4, Survival Day, at Humor Bloggers dot com Summer Camp. Head counselor: ThinkinFyou. Survival tips counselor: Red Raider. Earlier counselors: Day 1: Craft counselor: Mizzdrake. Day 2: Singalong counselor: Quirkyloon. Day 3: Campfire story counselor: Spaz. (Sorry, Spaz, since I never really went to camp when I was a youth, I didn’t really have any stories to share.)

sky grafitti

I found this on the restroom wall of a local convenience store. In case you can’t read the fine penmanship, it says:

The sky doesn’t ever end
The air just get much thinner

While Red Raider gave practical advice on how to survive in the woods, a la poison ivy, and so on and so forth, I, through the words of this lavatory (and most possibly high) graffiti artist, give you nonsensical advice on the exosphere.

For more nonsensical advice, some even inspired by “the dried leaves and flowering tops of the pistillate hemp plant that yield THC,” visit blogs at the following sites:

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Tuesday’s Meme Things (on Wednesday): From Hazelmoor to L.A. and back again

I participate each Tuesday (this week Wednesday) in book blogging meme activities:

tuesdaywhereareyou First up, It’s Tuesday … Where are You as hosted by raidergirl3:

Last Tuesday, I was in Hazelmoor in England with Major Burnaby in Agatha Christie’s Murder at Hazelmoor (aka as The Sittaford Mystery). I was reading it as part of the Agatha Christie Reading Challenge hosted by Kerrie from Mysteries in Paradise.

I wish I could say I was still there. However, I’m afraid the book was raptured. What do I mean? Well, you’ll have to read here to believe. The thing is that irks me more than losing the book is that I’m reading the books in order and now I have to wait either until Jesus returns the book or I have to buy a new copy for the library to continue the series. Dang it!

This week, I’m investigating the murder of a doctor in L.A. and on tracking down the world’s Third Most Wanted Criminal. The doctor was executed with two bullets in the back of the head on The Overlook (Michael Connelly). The world’s Third Most Wanted Criminal is Archeron Hades and is about to pluck Jane Eyre from the pages of her novel in The Eyre Affair (Jasper Fforde). This leads me to…

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teasertuesdays3 Teaser Tuesdays is a weekly bookish meme, hosted by MizB of Should Be Reading, with the rules pretty simple: Grab your current read, open to a random page, share two (2) “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page, BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS (make sure that what you share doesn’t give too much away! You don’t want to ruin the book for others!), and then share the author too, so that other TT participants can add the book to their TBR Lists if they like your teasers!

Lakes! Daffodils! Solitude! Memory! whispered the worms excitedly as Mycroft carefully closed the book and locked it. He connected up the heavy mains feed to the back of the book and switched the power switch to “on”; he then started work on the myriad of knobs and dials that covered the front of the heavy volume.

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library-lootfriday-finds

Next up, I’m combining Library Loot hosted by Eva and Marg and Friday Finds also hosted by MizB of Should Be Reading. The first focuses on books that you’ve checked out from the library; the second, books that you’ve come across that you want to read.

The author this time again is Michael Connelly; the book, the aforementioned The Overlook.

The book is the 13th in the Harry Bosch series, with only one more left that has been published so far to read: The Brass Verdict. In October, Connelly will release the 15th in the series: Nine Dragons.

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Last but not least is this week’s Weekly Geeks, which is posted by Ali from Worducopia. I’m not going to give you an explanation of it. You just have to go see it (click on previous link). Bottom line: is this scene real or fake?

Here’s my scene:

“Wow, an every realm persists,” she thought. “If only I could fall into it, I wouldn’t have to be pumping gas here.” Then she snapped back to reality as the smell of ethanol overwhelmed her.