Here’s a little Christmas present for my readers. It’s proof that I don’t embarrass
easily. 😉
Ghost of Christmas Past
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Death: The Final Frontier
Night Fright
Covered by a blanket
And the darkness of the night
I weep from the terror
And the Reaper in my sight
As I attempt to slumber
The thoughts begin to creep
Into my world of logic
Bringing horrors, dark and deep
My body starts tremble
As my heart begins to pound
Soon I lose sensation
And I cannot hear a sound
Comfortably numb is just a dream
Painfully dumb, I hold my screams
It won’t end!
It can’t end!
How can it end?!?
My tortured soul shouts
As fears tear apart my brain
And an evil chill torments me
As I pray to end the pain
“God, are you up there?”
I whisper to the ceiling
Exhaustion takes effect
And I get a warmer feeling
But the misery isn’t over
Though the terror’s gone away
Cause I’ll have to feel the sorrow
And face my fears another day
Yahoos on Yahoo
ya·hoo (yä
h
, y
n. pl. ya·hoos
- A crude or brutish person. See Synonyms at boor.
[From Yahoo, member of a race of brutes in Gulliver’s Travels by Jonathan Swift.]
I’ve had several conversations with random Yahoo users over IM. I don’t seek them out. They seek me out. There seem to be a lot of rather friendly and chatty folks using that service. I don’t blow them off because one of the people I’ve spoken to turned her life around – away from promiscuity and drug use – and I think I had a part in making that happen. Just a few minutes ago, I had a much less pleasant encounter.
A woman propositioned me for cybersex, something that hasn’t happened since my days on IRC (when I was still an undergraduate). I tried to change the subject, rather than just ignore her. I hoped that maybe I could witness the gospel to her. She just continued with the filth. Perhaps she was really just a bot designed to lure people into buying porn at some website. Anyhow, I had to ignore her/it. I really hope this doesn’t happen again.
Receiving the Cross
I am now a sponsor in the combined St. Paul’s/Oratory RCIA class. On
Sunday, our class participated in the Combined Rite of Acceptance and
Welcoming. It is one of my favorite ceremonies. For those who are
unfamiliar with this rite, in particular my Protestant readers, I
reproduce some of it here.
The Lilies Guild
What do love forlorn, teen pregnancy, drowning one’s sorrows in a shotglass, and Deity’s identity crisis have in common? They’re all subjects tackled by the internet’s newest wannabe proliferators of indie folk-rock: The Guilded Lilies. Or maybe it was the subject matter that tackled them… At any rate, as our friend Smedley says, head on over for a good cry, a good chuckle, or hopefully both. And always remember, what we lack in musicianship, can often be made up for in volume.