So, funny story...

This afternoon, Chris and I were hanging out on the steps outside of the apartment, when we were accosted by a man asking us if we went to church. Immediately sensing that this was just a black and white suit away from being a Jehovah's Witness, we immediately answered "YES!" and proceeded to list our respective congregational homes. The guy then proceeded to give us a flyer for his cult--I mean, church. A few things struck me about this flyer: 1) the main picture on the flyer was a forest fire, which implied to me that going to this church was a good way to burn hundreds of square miles of land and a bunch of animals; 2) they advertised a freedom from addiction (which was funny because Chris was just lighting up a cigarette when the guy gave him the flyer); and 3) they so-called pastor of this church listed himself as an "evangelist," without any degree or formal training. In other words, this was just some guy. I was reminded of those people who wear shirts that say "you will NOT mock my Christ." Sorry, but any time I see a flyer like this, I actually think I WILL mock YOUR Christ, because I'm pretty sure that MY Christ is not the same one. Yeah, same name and similar stories, but last I checked, MY Christ didn't say that going to church was like getting caught in an act upon which Smokey the Bear would frown, namely burning his woodland home. But maybe I'm just crotchety.
In other news, I actually remembered a dream last night. This is a rare ocurrence for me, as some of you may know. The strange thing is that I have remembered more dreams within the past four months than I have in the rest of my life combined. In this dream, I found myself in Germany, without a place to sleep, so I decided to sleep on some random lawn. However, the family decided to take me in. They also happened to have some very attractive daughters who were of age. Next thing I knew, I was shacking up with the middle daughter, and we were declaring undying love for one another. Yeah, very strange, especially considering that this is me we are talking about. I guess that's why it was a dream and not reality.

Call down the lighting, and you get a little thunder

The anticipated thunderstorm hit about half an hour ago, and it was most enjoyable. After all, the network is flickering, and you can't work with network instability, so there was no choice but to all go to the windows and watch us a good ol' fashioned lightning storm. It was quite impressive, with lightning touching down all over the place (some even appeared to strike over by Gonzaga, so perhaps there will be another apartment fire over there...), and lots of rain. At any rate, fantastically cool business in my opinion. 5 o'clock can't roll around fast enough...

10 Things I Hate About Commandments

Cheating

Well, it is Friday, thank the Maker. Today was also frisbee day #2, which was quite intense. This week has been mostly entertaining. Work has been good, mostly working for the army project. In the meantime, we had a priceless quote from Ipps: "Maybe it would help me when I'm searching for pictures of bunnies to filter out pictures of bunnies." What can I say, the man likes his bunnies. And now, I leave you with a delightful cautionary tale on the perils of cheating:

Freaked Out and Small

Today was frisbee day. And it was insanely warm. As a result, I was most tired afterwards. Unfortunately, we just had a marathon meeting, which of course means that I am about to fall asleep. It's times like these when I yearn for the afternoon siesta of my pre-school/kindergarten and later collegiate years. I know what I will do when I get home. Yeah, I'll probably play Oblivion, but I will WANT to take a nap.

Deathstalker!

Start Something

The weekend is over, and it was actually pretty good. Friday was spent drinking beer and watching Scrubs (two excellent past-times in and of themselves, but are only better when combined). Saturday, the gaming crew came over and we rolled over a slough of cultists thanks to the cunning application of c4, claymore mines, and the judicious use of a +2 Flaming Rapier. Did I mention I love Combat Reflexes? Sunday, my parents came over to help move Anna's stuff out of her dorm. Being the good older brother, I obliged and helped out. It also being Mother's Day, I got Mom the first season of Lost on DVD, which she appreciated quite a bit (she was already an addict, so I'm just getting her a fix, not getting her hooked). We then went out for lunch at the Outback, which was quite delicious. In the evening, Trev, Jeff, and I went to a shindig celebrating the graduation of the esteemed Sean and Tom. Now, almost all of my friends have graduated. It seems really surreal when I drive by the empty Whitworth campus, and know that most of the people who will be there next year are people of whom I have virtually no recollection. By necessity, this feeling will continue to grow as the years go on. And now, the weather is good, so I have every intention of enjoying it.