Cow for cow, Burger Farmer is your best meat value.
]]>I went to the store this morning and bought just two things -
Aerosol cheese, and Oust deodorizer.
The clerk looked at me funny.
So I had this itch to listen to the old theme for the '80s show 'The Peoples Court', and tracked it down to here.
With all the random instrumental inserts and timing, I can't help but to think that's what playing a game of Phoenix Wright should sound like.
...
I don't think he wins.
I would like to be a different person.
]]>I think every 1,000 or so fortune cookies, there should be a message like, 'What the hell? Get off the drugs!!' or something.
]]>It takes me two weeks to lose five pounds, and yet it only takes a day to gain it back.
]]>I just taught myself how to blow smoke rings!
]]>In the middle of an otherwise uninspiring shower, I decided to finally name my somewhat new MacBook 'Oslo'.
]]>So as I am laying here in bed ever so productively this afternoon upon Easter Sunday, staring out the window at the blue sky I should possibly be enjoying more directly, I can't help but find my mind wandering. Of course, the day itself gives it quite a few ideas and topics to run with, while a particular string of thoughts brought me to a new realization.
Not exactly being a very religious person, I don't exactly remember my baptism. On the other hand, I believe I might have been an infant at the time, and as long as St. Peter agrees, I think that might be a pretty good excuse for forgetting such an event. Now, even with my limited biblical knowledge, I understand the general idea of why babies are baptized, usually right in the hospital; if the child were to pass on so soon after birth, before having a chance to accept original sin and the like, he or she would be subject to the confines of Hell for eternity.
That lead me to the basic thought of 'so hell is full of babies, doh'. On the other hand, that brought me to the realization that heaven is potentially just as full of baptized babies. Which, really, when you're a baby, are now eternal, and (as I assume) unable to age through life and experiences, wouldn't that truthfully be about the same thing one way or another?
And that immediately lead me to another realization- Heaven and Hell are both eternal to everyone, and, exactly the same.
Everyone has seen depictions of both- Hell is a horrible underworld, inhabited by flaming ghouls, terrors, and eternal torment for the damned. However, time has a way of dulling everything, even torture itself. And with eternity itself behind this, those events would before long smear out into a disaffected, mind-numbing routine that in and of itself would be torture.
Meanwhile, depictions of Heaven by and largely show enlightenment among the clouds. Small thongs of people standing about, pondering things they can't actually effect any more. Other than this, nobody in heaven seems to do anything but sit or stand about. Pondering the meanings of existence, while they technically don't, any longer. There are no problems to solve, no puzzles left to enjoy. And this too would eventually spiral down into soul-dulling monotony.
In Heaven, there is no turmoil, no conflict. In Hell, there seems to be nothing but. But without a balance, eventually, why would anyone care either way? Too much order leads for a boring predictability, while too much chaos leaves people unable to be surprised and aroused, and ultimately brings us to the same outcome. For eternity.
I guess what I'm saying on this Easter Sunday, is to enjoy the life you have while you have it- Time may not be time enough, and the world is far from perfect, but sinner or a saint, it is going to be the most interesting and exciting experience time will ever give you.