Why i am a hypocrite

Well, there are probably a number of reasons i could list here to prove the theorem in the subject line.. that i'm now ordained though never actually taken a bible class, i like to rock climb and drive a subaru like a coloradoan but i'm really a michigander, and, oh yeah, i hate television, but, we now have a satellite dish.

And the thing to drive me all the way to the publish post button was the sadness i felt just a few moments ago, when i turned on that tv and perused through the channel guide and I made the mistake of actually looking at what was on. Dancing with the stars, biggest loser, the unit, some terrible reality show on ESPN about people playing video games in a Winnebago (like road rules! wow!) ... all of which making up this terrible confluence of Tuesday night programming that makes me want to turn this new dish into a charcoal grill.. that is, until i saw my saving grace staring at me from channel 78:


Bubba Ho-Tep. It's a movie about Elvis (played by Bruce Campbell) fighting a mummy/zombie thing that is eating the souls of the retirement castle that he is still alive in. As i click the button to switch the channel, i check in to the part in the movie where Elvis points his electric wheelchair at the zombie, they tumble down a hill, and then Bubba gets set on fire.

Movie? Awesome. Evening? Saved.

Pumpakins!

So, we're a bit nuts around here. This past week we hosted a carvathon on our kitchen table, and the results were quite wonderful. Well, that is, the ones that i didn't touch. Mine was pretty derivative.

Can you guess which one is mine?

In any length, we are actually attempting to carve again tonight, if only so the pumpkins will not be dead again for the trick-or-treaters come around on Wednesday.



And, so nobody yells at me, the comic of the week this week is a wonderful explanation of why i don't find the Family Guy as funny as the next guy in our perfectly-target-age&gender-demographic: they ignore fundamental rules in storytelling and is simply a litany of old pop culture references. Thanks Diesel Sweeties, for agreeing with me.

Happy Halloween Ya'll!

Saturday comic of the week: Single Panel Goodness

Friday morning found lizzle and myself in a strange, unkown predicament: a mutual Friday off. Zounds! We celebrated by cracking open the new Local coupon book and getting spoiled by going out for Breakfast. Liz ordered (and ate) an entire brick of cooked Brie drizzled with raspberry sauce. It was impressive.

So, you get a saturday cartoon. I'm also a little surly, since I just finished watching the first Michigan State Football game that has been sent to our house by some satellite miles above us... and suffice to say, it was not pretty. Let's not dwell on it, shall we? Hey, look, Jesus riding a dinosaur!

Smile folks, Fall is here.

Friday Comic of the week: Please don't yell at me

"You're behind on your blog, Doug."

-My mom

So, how do you make up for such an unnecessary break in communique? Bible themed humor, that's how! :


But, I suppose some fairly important news is in order, as well:

My Fantasy Football team is now 4-1, and in a close second place in the 12 man league that Dustin invited me to play at the beginning of the season. I've noticed 3 things about playing fantasy football thus far: 1. It's made me oddly interested in watching football games between, say, the Cleveland Browns (for Braylon Edwards) and the Baltimore Ravens (Kicker Matt Stover) 2. I spend too much time thinking about offensive/defensive matchups than any human should, and 3. No one cares or really wants to hear about any of this. Moving right along...

I've been spending more time up in Wyoming for work, and have gotten the hang of getting to climb towers and calibrate weather sensors. It's actually kinda fun, in a hang-in-the-air-at-80' and having to manipulate little bolts and washers kind of way.

Other big news is certainly that Mr. Brian Bishop has asked his new **edit** belle to go ahead and marry him, and she agreed to it! Life's full o' surprises, aint it?

Lastly, we won't even go into the classic Spartan meltdown that the football team has been preforming in the last two weekends against Wisconsin and Northwestern, but i will simply mention that Breakfast In Bed is riding on the Indiana game with the missus... and i had better not be making eggs on Sunday morning two years in a row. All i'm saying.