The Devil is married?

We had a bit of a sun shower earlier this afternoon, and as I drove home in it, wondering all the while whether I should turn on my headlamps (I finally did), I was reminded of what I was taught it means when rain falls under a shining sun.

Of course, I found this notion of a married Satan dubious at best, though I considered more reasonable the idea that, were he married, he would make a very poor husband.

I still totally believe that thunder is God bowling, though.

I believe these truths to be self evident...

*Though Marvin Gaye's version rightly is considered a classic, Gladys Knight and the Pips take on I Heard it Through the Grapevine is hotter, funkier, and a lot more fun.

*If you refer to yourself as a genius, you probably are not.

*Real estate business cards are generally train wrecks of design. Cluttered, cramped, difficult to read and hard to look at. (Too much stuff is the problem, really. All that is required is name, title, contact information, maybe a small, tasteful logo.

*Jesus doesn't want you to spend $4 million, taken from money donated in his name, to build a massive, 9000 square foot house (with 2000 square foot screened porch) overlooking lake Keowee. Well, not unless you plan to house Bosnian orphans and South African AIDS babies in your obscenely huge lake-front mansion. Because, hey, guess what, Jesus wants you to help people with that money, not use it to erect an enormous, disgusting monument to your ego.

Drippings from a leaky brain pan

A brief and very mild thunderstorm blew through this afternoon shortly after lunch. A very mild storm, with soft, gentle rain and low, quiet, rumbling thunder; but it reminded me, somehow, of the summer thunderstorms of my childhood. I remember gray, stormy afternoons in Taylors, circa summer of '81, waiting, waiting, waiting for the rain to end and for the clouds to move off. Bored in the apartment, wanting to go down to the pool. Wondering why it was that a rainstorm kept us from going to the pool to get wet. Of course, it wasn't the rain that kept us from the pool on those stormy afternoons; in fact, Mom had let us swim during drizzles and downpours. But never during electric storms. Of course not.

I remember that later, after the storm was over, Rachel and I would step out into the parking lot adjacent to our apartment building and play in the water streaming alongside the sidewalk and pouring into drains in the lower lot, behind our building. We'd throw pieces of grass and pine mulch into the streams and watch them ride the currents and eddies. Afterward, if it was early yet, Mom might take us, finally, to the pool.

Things that I belive are better than other, better known things

+Del Taco is provably better than Taco Bell. That this fact is so obviously true does not mean, however, that anyone I tell it to actually cares.
+Star Trek: Deep Space Nine is better than any other televised version of Star Trek. Which still does not mean that my wife will watch it with me.
+Ubuntu is the superior version of Linux. I know this to be true despite the fact that I have no experience whatsoever with any other flavor of Linux.
+A Nestle Crunch bar is better than a Hershey's Krackel bar. By the way, does Hershey still make the Krackel bar?
+Craig Ferguson is the best of the late-night talk show hosts. I know this to be true, despite the fact that Craig's show is the only one I watch with any regularity, and despite the fact that I have only been watching Craig's show for a few weeks.

I believe these things are better, therefore they must be.

Late.Tired. But.....

Five Things That Excite Me Way, Way More Than They Should
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+The fountain at Greer City Park (every 30 minutes, it "dances" to music that broadcasts from hidden speakers)
+Aldi's weekly specials (well, not so much this week- but next week, turkey sausage!!!)
+Del Taco (let's talk about bean and cheese burritos again!)
+Going to TCBY for the first time since Bill Clinton was president (white chocolate mousse frozen yogurt- least masculine 5-word phrase in the English language? You be the judge.)
+Finding Morning Thunder tea at Wal-Mart

ISIHAP (RIP)

I swear I have a point (really, I promise).....though I may have forgotten it for the time being.....

Jayhawks Rulez!!!