i'm back! and the first thing i have done upon my return is to drop my freshly purchased carton of eggs on the kitchen floor.

home sweet home! 

O holy night, the stars are brightly shining,
It is the night of the dear Savior's birth
Long lay the world in sin and error pining,
'Til He appeared and the soul felt its worth
A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices,
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn

Fall on your knees! Oh, hear the angel voices!
O night divine, o night when Christ was born
O night divine, o night, o night divine!

Truly He taught us to love one another,
His law is love and His gospel is peace
Chains shall He break for the slave is our brother,
And in His name all oppression shall cease
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we,
Let all within us praise His holy name

Christ is the Lord! O praise His Name forever,
His power and glory evermore proclaim
His power and glory evermore proclaim!

Words by Placide Cappeau, 1847. Music by Adolphe Adam, 1847. Translation by John Sullivan Dwight, 1855.

i'm out for the holidays...

enjoy this year's reminder of, and reflections on, a tiny King born to our world.

the following content found via the lovely suebob at linkateria:


I wasn’t wearing any freaking pants in a brightly lit garage on a dark night in front of all of my neighbors and just... well, after all that, what can I really say? However, I am not sure, really, that she saw the pantlessness, because she’s not that observant, and I was also behind the car for part of the time, as the picture illustrates. And maybe the other neighbors thought I was in a bathing suit? Maybe? It is warm here, you know.

[@ jonniker]

and also, a psa on net neutrality.

[@ savetheinternet]

and the following found via fightingforalostcause:

I’m embarrassed by public displays of piety: Isn’t that what it’s all about? I’m not just talking about FALSE piety, but sincere also. I don’t say things like “Praise the Lord” and cringe a little when other people say it around me. “Thank God” doesn’t bother me but anything stronger makes me uncomfortable. I don’t like to pray in public. I don’t always pray before I eat.

[@ internetmonk] 

[via jeff: taiwanese train stop, 12.06.06]

p: "this is really good [key lime pie]."

m: "want another piece?"

p: "....."

l: "well, we already had cake earlier today..."

p: "do i want one, yes! will i have one, no."

m: "oh, come on. it's... uh... it's fruit! it's healthy!"

p: "riiiiiiight." 

l: "and of course there's the... crust group..."

p: "oh yeah, and sweetened condensed milk, and cool whip... the, uh, dairy family."

thanks to tb for sending me fresh key limes. totally awesome.