Rey’s Dream Doodles: Thanos vs. The Silver Surfer
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I’ll include a thumbnail that links to a full size image and a medium sample that will be on the page for those who don’t want to bother.
I Say Doctor! Let Me Get This Straight
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At ten o’clock I was laying back, exhausted from lack of sleep, trying to get comfortable in a hospital chair that functioned as an equally uncomfortable bed. Cradled in my left arm was my re-hydrated daughter, I.V. still attached to her hand but exhausted from being up most of the night and finally meeting dawn with a flurry of nurses and needles.On my far left, in the second transforming chair, was my 6 month pregnant wife who likely had less sleep than I did since the slightest creak keeps her awake and hospitals never sleep. We were waiting to hear if my daughter would be released that afternoon or if she would stay another night.
In came the Doctor, crew-cut, glasses being tall—but honestly at that hazy part of the day not many of the details are extremely striking. For instance I can’t really remember his name. The nurse right behind him though was one of the experienced and kind-hearted souls we met last night (in direct contradiction to the E.R. circus).
“I’m Doctor John and am an assistant to Doctor Peter who you met with last night. I looked at the labs and it looks like your Daughter’s Blood Sugar is still a bit low—Can Anyone Speak ENGLISH here?”
“What?” I growled as my eyes slung curses and knives, “We both do!” The nurse over his shoulder lowered her eyes in embarrassment. My wife glared at the man and he merely stammered an unconvincing “oh” once and proceeded to give his unheard report.
Minutes later my wife and I pored over the exchange and realized some important facts: he had read the name Reynoso on the chart, saw a bedragled family of three with one on the way (since my son wasn’t around, he didn’t have that detail to add to his thinking) and came to this conclusion: we were non-English speaking immigrants.
Nothing like a splash of prejudice to wake you up in the morning, eh?
How Come God Let’s Bad Things Happen?
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Virginia Tech…32 dead: why? The question that always comes up after something like this is: how can there be a good God if there is so much evil in the world? How come he doesn’t stop it right now?
Rey’s Dream Doodles: Batman and Robin
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Nothing to post, just something I was drawing while the kids were eating lunch. Same deal, one semi-big shot, then a thumbnail that links to the full size image.Links N’ Junk: Long Time
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- star wars. Was the destruction of Death Star I an inside job? (HT: Jeremy)
- news. News briefings, every day.
- art. A site that provides free close up of textures to give you that urban feel. Kottke links to the awesome artist Xia Xiawan.
- blogspotting. One of my favorite bloggers has an excellent series on Christian Dunedain. Piper has a great post on hearing God’s voice.
- amazon. Adobe CS3 prices have been super-secret, yet Amazon has them on their Adobe page. (HT: AppleInsider)
- stargate. Third series announced.
- lists. Go check out some of these chuckle-worthy lists.
- biblearchive. I think I fixed my comments over yonder but if not, I opened up a biblearchive-blog with the same exact posts. ::crosses fingers::
- church. Hymns have some great lyrics but the tone is sometimes dated. These guys have been updating the sound to be more like a praise band—highly recommended (don’t remember who to HT).
- google. On April 1st Google announced their latest endeavor…
- wii. Daggers and Stabbings and Shields: Oh my—the wiimote is better than ever! (HT: Engadget)
- tek. Finally, an upgradeable laptop. ::drool::
- tv. Lost: Wow.
The Delivery
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He’d gotten out too late; it was dark. Directions were easy when based on major landmarks but there was no way possible to see the sign names on these poorly lit rural roads.
The Humiliation of Death
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Death is humiliating. It doesn’t seem like that nowadays when we go to music-filled funeral halls in suits to gather around the dearly departed. There the person lays, sometimes wearing perfume for the first time ever, seemingly asleep and no odor escaping their preserved body. The perfectly ironed suit, the cushioned coffin, the gilded gold and the deep cherry wood—all of it looks rather royal, presidential even. But somebody else washed that corpse, carted it around, ensured that it wouldn’t stink then propped it up for people to see: humiliating.Rey’s Dream Doodles: Ghost-Rider
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I’ll include a thumbnail that links to a full size image and a medium sample that will be on the page for those who don’t want to bother.Worlds Collide: Christianity vs. Atheism
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Read it over at Newsweek.My Bad Luck on an Island
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I was once a castaway on some island after being lost at sea. Could you imagine sitting there, ticking off another lonely day because there’s no one there but me? Can you imagine that sort of loneliness, more than any single man could bear and thusly hoping to be rescued before falling into despair?
So I did what any sane man would do: I sent an SOS to the world and hoped that someone would get my message in a bottle.
The worst is when I walked out one morning. I couldn’t believe what I saw out on the sand dunes: a hundred billion bottles all washed up on the shore! Apparently I wasn’t alone in being stranded alone and there were a hundred billion other castaways also looking for a way, if at all possible, to get home.
I guessed back then that I should send out another SOS to the world and then kept sending out an SOS.
