it's terrifying

go here for The 27 Worst Family Feud Answers Ever.

Question: Name something you'd buy for more than a thousand dollars.
#1 Answer: House
Worst Answer: Pleasure equipment
Louie Anderson's Response: I'm afraid to ask what that means.

more family feud answers here, here, and here [with audio! and links to other stupid game show answers!].

and a link to disfunctional [sic] family feud.

Posted on Thursday, October 19, 2006 at 10:47PM by Registered Commentermdog | Comments3 Comments

$25M?

"'In the time it takes to go buy a magic marker and find a piece of cardboard for a sign, those people could've walked into McDonald's or something like it and said "Could I work here?" and they'd gladly give them a job with benefits. They'll even give them a uniform to wear.'"

- from The A, B, C's of Financial Success by Barry 'I Built A Twenty-Five Million Dollar Church Building' Cameron, via kt

 
ah, yes! the answer is so simple! everything works neatly in theoretical white-middle-class-privilege land! funny, i have a feeling that if mr. cameron was said mcdonald's manager, he wouldn't give "those people" the time of day, much less a job with benefits. go here to comment, and for more background and commentary.

why do i have a feeling katie's small group book, though completely different in scope and topic, may be just as frustrating as the book my small group read last fall?

Posted on Wednesday, October 18, 2006 at 04:00PM by Registered Commentermdog | Comments15 Comments

debating

i still don't have a new phone. i'm indecisive. sometimes. and also... i'm thinking.

some of my most favorite [and most frequently called] people in the whole wide world use cingular. of course, some of my most favorite people in the whole wide world also use sprint, but oddly enough, most of them are local; in one case i can see their house from mine which surely makes a less than compelling reason to stay with the service. anyway, unlike sprint, mobile-to-mobile minutes are standard for cingular users... very tempting. it's been noted elsewhere that this may be a very bad idea, but it sure sounds like fun. and the whole night time minutes thing doesn't work so well when you have strictly mobile friends in mountain standard time.

[sidenote, survey, public service announcement, and commentary: am i the only person on earth that still has a landline? if you need to call me and there is at least a 50/50 chance that i am home, CALL MY LANDLINE FIRST. this seems obvious to me, but maybe i'm just weird like that.]

cingular users: are you happy with cingular? what are your experiences with billing? customer service? do you like your plan? pricing? phone? does it work well in this particular area? all other [cingular related] miscellaneous factoids are welcome.

my only reservation about all of this is that aside from their inane phone rebate regulations, i have never had a major problem with sprint in the almost four years i've used their service. it's a little like my good landlord situation. only not.

so, internet: what say you? should i stay or should i go?

Posted on Monday, October 16, 2006 at 10:41PM by Registered Commentermdog | Comments16 Comments

fair with flurries

i bet the scrambler is a totally different experience at 44 degrees, in the dark.

- via kt


i keep rereading this, and still keep laughing out loud.

Posted on Monday, October 16, 2006 at 01:14PM by Registered Commentermdog | Comments1 Comment

worshipful

just enjoying some old tunes. thought i would share.

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Hymn
[from Much Afraid, 1997]
Jars of Clay

[samples here and here


Oh refuge of my hardened heart
Oh fast pursuing lover come
As angels dance 'round Your throne
My life by captured fare You own

Not silhouette of trodden faith
Nor death shall not my steps be guide
I'll pirouette upon mine grave
For in Your path I'll run and hide

Oh gaze of love so melt my pride
That I may in Your house but kneel
And in my brokenness to cry
Spring worship unto Thee


When beauty breaks the spell of pain
The bludgeoned heart shall burst in vain
But not when love be pointed king
And truth shall Thee forever reign

Oh gaze of love so melt my pride
That I may in Your house but kneel
And in my brokenness to cry
Spring worship unto Thee


Sweet Jesus carry me away
From cold of night, and dust of day
In ragged hour or salt worn eye
Be my desire, my well spring lye

Oh gaze of love so melt my pride
That I may in Your house but kneel
And in my brokenness to cry
Spring worship unto Thee

Oh gaze of love so melt my pride
That I may in Your house but kneel
And in my brokenness to cry
Spring worship unto Thee
Spring worship unto Thee
Spring worship unto Thee

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Posted on Friday, October 13, 2006 at 04:24PM by Registered Commentermdog | CommentsPost a Comment

Google+Search

there's quite the number of mdog search engine users surfing in today [hi there!]. i feel like i'm missing out on something. like the time i realized weeks after the fact how many people were searching for jet li's movie and not, in fact, my little ol' squarespace. is there some sort of movie, website, or gadget in the works using my pseudo-namesake? curious.
Posted on Thursday, October 12, 2006 at 01:41PM by Registered Commentermdog | Comments3 Comments

apropos

the customer help line [for the $#@% credit card machine, o current bane of my existence] has an option for "terminal support". and i'm currently listening to hold music that has a chorus of "if we ever get outta here".
 
sounds about right. 
Posted on Tuesday, October 10, 2006 at 01:30PM by Registered Commentermdog | Comments3 Comments

aimless

after a failed attempt at attending marching band festivities with paul, i was debating on how to spend the rest of a beautiful saturday afternoon. i quickly made my decision and pointed my car towards an oddly familiar stretch of road.
 
in southeastern ohio there is really no good way to get anywhere. hills, trees and similar geographical obstacles usually prevent any logical pathway from forming. luckily, in our infinite wisdom and technological advances, we are now able to dig through boulders and shave off mountains in the name of making travel from Point A to Point B that much faster. not that i'm complaining. the construction of a bigger, badder highway afforded me the opportunity to take an aimless drive on the old winding road it replaced. it's a tree lined, scenic highway with frequent 30mph curves that meanders through farmlands, and towns with names like pratts fork and shade, and you are keenly aware of being far from a world of skyscrapers and smog and city streets. it's a bitch to drive in winter, but on a sunny day it can free your soul.
 
i used to take this old highway on a weekly basis, before the much straighter and faster "super two" was completed in the fall of 2004. as a benchmark, a drive that used to take me at least forty-five minutes -- on a good day -- using the old highway, would now take me about twenty on the new one. my journeys ended in the late summer of 2003, so you can imagine the painful irony for me.
 
i used to hate that drive. the first several times on that stretch, i was either stuck behind someone going 25mph, or being followed by someone wanting to go 85mph. or both, on several infuriating occasions. i don't always have a lot of patience behind the wheel, and there was usually lots of yelling going on when this was happening. but one day i finally had the road to myself; not a car in sight. i swear i could hear angels singing from heaven, God raining down benevolence upon me.
 
fun.
 
but even that luster wore off after awhile. a nearly hour long drive which demands your full attention each and every week becomes quite a chore, especially at seven in the morning. the reason for the drive was becoming painful, and the eventual reason for not driving it was even more painful still. i have traveled that highway perhaps once in the last three years; i've really had no particular need for it, and still don't. besides, that stretch of road, for me, is part of a long list of memories from a life i've mostly come to terms with, but have no need to relive.
 
just as i predicted, i was the only car on the road for miles and miles. i knew every bend in the road, each house, even the small county and township crossroads. i was also in a less powerful but more agile car than i was always used to on this road, and i took every advantage i could in the perfect driving conditions. the best part of it all was that i had absolutely no reason to be on this road. in an era of rising gas prices, emissions controls, and global warming this may seem like a preposterous thing to do. but those few gallons of gas were worth more than any movie, dinner, or gadget on which i could have spent money. if the thought of driving through the midwest with the windows down on a sunny october day doesn't bring you joy, you have no soul.
 
but more than all these things, this drive was therapeutic; a kind of salve. when i think of driving down old us-33, i will be less likely to think of early morning drives and illogical commutes and plans gone awry. i will instead remember this sunny autumn day and the windows rolled down and listening to john mayer waiting on the world to change. i will remember the turning of the trees and the crispness of the air and the day i reclaimed this road as my own.
Posted on Sunday, October 8, 2006 at 01:28AM by Registered Commentermdog | Comments5 Comments

inaction

Waiting On The World To Change
[from Continuum, 2006]
John Mayer

[go here or here to listen and/or watch]


me and all my friends
we're all misunderstood
they say we stand for nothing and
there's no way we ever could

now we see everything that's going wrong
with the world and those who lead it
we just feel like we don't have the means
to rise above and beat it


so we keep waiting
waiting on the world to change
we keep on waiting
waiting on the world to change
it's hard to beat the system
when we're standing at a distance
so we keep waiting
waiting on the world to change


now if we had the power
to bring our neighbors home from war
they would have never missed a Christmas
no more ribbons on their door

and when you trust your television
what you get is what you got
cause when they own the information, oh
they can bend it all they want


that's why we're waiting
waiting on the world to change
we keep on waiting
waiting on the world to change
it's not that we don't care,
we just know that the fight ain't fair
so we keep on waiting
waiting on the world to change

and we're still waiting
waiting on the world to change
we keep on waiting
waiting on the world to change
one day our generation
is gonna rule the population
so we keep on waiting
waiting on the world to change

we keep on waiting
waiting on the world to change

 

"With 'Waiting on the World to Change', Mayer shot for something even more ambitious - something like an attempt to explain his generation's attitudes about politics. 'It's meant to shed a little light on inactivity and inaction,' he says, 'because I don't believe that inaction is disinterest, I think inaction is preservation – nobody wants to get involved in a debate in which the rules and the facts will change so that they'll lose. So we end up with this other option, which is, I guess we'll just have to wait for things to get better.'"

[from johnmayer.com

Posted on Friday, October 6, 2006 at 11:58PM by Registered Commentermdog | Comments1 Comment

can't be true

it's around 5:00 and i'm standing at the bank counter, cashing my mileage check. another teller is at different window, already catering to her customer, as i overhear the conversation.
 
teller: ...we're open until 5:30.
client: um, well... i don't, uh...
teller: in order to cash a check i need to see a driver's license. we're open until 5:30, if that helps you.
client: i don't have one.
teller: ah... sorry?
client: a driver's license... i don't have one.
 
oh... did i mention this customer was at the drive through window?
Posted on Friday, October 6, 2006 at 01:17PM by Registered Commentermdog | Comments4 Comments