Good tidings of great.... oddity?
Dec. 18th, 2011 01:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainsblogI was the liturgist in this morning's church service. The minister prepares an introduction to the first lesson and provides his preferred text thereof.
Today's, not surprisingly, was one of the annuciational texts from Isaiah- quite a familiar one, but his intro put a somewhat odder spin on it:
Isaiah 61:1-4; The prophet announces good news of deliverance.
Well. I knew all about the shepherds and angels and even the Magi, but this is the first time I've heard about hillbillies being present. Then, as I got into the reading of the actual text-
They shall build up the ancient ruins,
they shall raise up the former devestations;
they shall repair the ruined cities,
the devestations of many generations
-I had to squelch my thought of saying, "SEE? Even God believes in government stimulus spending! But the so-called Christians in the 'church' oppose that, too!"
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Emily and Cameron are off to see Sherlock Holmes 2 this afternoon. Only yesterday, I finally got round to renting a copy of the original Downey-Law version. Meh; beautfully shot (if too dark- Eleanor had a problem with that), and nicely acted all the way around, but the story? A bit too much Prestige weirdness mixed in with apocalyptic echoes of the current season of Dexter.
Still. It will aid in certain of my enquiries. /obscure
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In other Mystery! news, Eleanor helped solve one this morning:
Meet Steve.
He was an art project of Emily's when she was at Fredonia several summers ago, and since she came home from that, he's taken up residence in a birdcage in our dining room, to keep prying paws away from his impressiveness.
Earlier today, Eleanor asked Em to find a new home for him; she told her of her plans to reactivate the cage as a plant place, which will mean more light, which will mean more Steve poo.
The lightbulb, it goes on- and not just the one behind the birdcage door.
For months, in the process of letting dogs in and out the back door next to that cage, I've occasionally gotten a whiff of something. It didn't fit any of the usual Labyrinthine classifications of smellllll badddddd!, and at that spot it could've been reflecting in from outside or even downstairs (since the furnace and dryer both vent out to the yard near there). Today, though, Eleanor matter-of-factly told Em it was Steve's clay causing the odor when it's exposed to extra warmth, and that with extra lighting in the cage it would only get worse.
This is the poo of Steve. Thanks be to God.
Today's, not surprisingly, was one of the annuciational texts from Isaiah- quite a familiar one, but his intro put a somewhat odder spin on it:
Isaiah 61:1-4; The prophet announces good news of deliverance.
Well. I knew all about the shepherds and angels and even the Magi, but this is the first time I've heard about hillbillies being present. Then, as I got into the reading of the actual text-
They shall build up the ancient ruins,
they shall raise up the former devestations;
they shall repair the ruined cities,
the devestations of many generations
-I had to squelch my thought of saying, "SEE? Even God believes in government stimulus spending! But the so-called Christians in the 'church' oppose that, too!"
----
Emily and Cameron are off to see Sherlock Holmes 2 this afternoon. Only yesterday, I finally got round to renting a copy of the original Downey-Law version. Meh; beautfully shot (if too dark- Eleanor had a problem with that), and nicely acted all the way around, but the story? A bit too much Prestige weirdness mixed in with apocalyptic echoes of the current season of Dexter.
Still. It will aid in certain of my enquiries. /obscure
----
In other Mystery! news, Eleanor helped solve one this morning:
Meet Steve.
He was an art project of Emily's when she was at Fredonia several summers ago, and since she came home from that, he's taken up residence in a birdcage in our dining room, to keep prying paws away from his impressiveness.
Earlier today, Eleanor asked Em to find a new home for him; she told her of her plans to reactivate the cage as a plant place, which will mean more light, which will mean more Steve poo.
The lightbulb, it goes on- and not just the one behind the birdcage door.
For months, in the process of letting dogs in and out the back door next to that cage, I've occasionally gotten a whiff of something. It didn't fit any of the usual Labyrinthine classifications of smellllll badddddd!, and at that spot it could've been reflecting in from outside or even downstairs (since the furnace and dryer both vent out to the yard near there). Today, though, Eleanor matter-of-factly told Em it was Steve's clay causing the odor when it's exposed to extra warmth, and that with extra lighting in the cage it would only get worse.
This is the poo of Steve. Thanks be to God.