Long Week or Short Week?

Well, if the World Series goes to seven games, it’s gonna be a long one around Redquarters.

MomRed bleeds Astros orange. It’s a familial affliction, er, tendency. Her father played for the original Texas-Louisiana League back in the 1920s-early 30s, before his work in the oil patch sent him all over the US and elsewhere. He followed the Astros almost from their founding, sitting in the back room of the house, eating pistachios (red), and listening to the games on the radio.

Back when the cheap seats in the Astrodome really were cheap, Papa (my grandfather), Sib, Mom, and I would go and cheer for Jose Cruz and watch a game a year live. That was back when the announcers had to explain that the crowd wasn’t booing, but calling out, “Cruuuuuuuuuuuuuz.”

So the Astros making the World Series is a bit of a big deal, especially since the Texans (feetball) aren’t doing so well this year. It could be a long, or short, week.

And Amarillo’s new minor-league team, the Sodpoodles, won their championship.

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Afflicted by Affirmations

I know that some people find affirmations very useful. They can be encouraging, can give some people strength and security, and can help people “reprogram” themselves after bad experiences and emotional problems.

But certain manufacturers have gone too far, in my irritated opinion. Continue reading

Saturday Snippet: Dragon of Sunset

I was reminded of this the other night, when we had our first brilliant winter-like sunset since last spring.

“Ahem.”

Rachel gave General Rahoul Khan as much of a sideways look as she could with him standing on her blind side. “Sir?” He can’t know about my little outing last week, and nothing’s set off the smoke detectors recently that I know of. And I had nothing to do with the minor disturbance in the NCOs mess.

“Why is my daughter insisting on going to Lands’ End to see the dragon?”

“What?” She turned so she could see him clearly.

He had a very familiar look of wary curiosity on his face, arms folded, not patting his foot but giving the impression of it. “Sita wants her mother to take her to Lands’ End to see the dragon. What dragon?”

Rachel tried to recall if she knew any True-dragons, HalfDragons, Houses, or grumpy librarians in Cornwall. “Ah, I have no—Belay that.” Rachel smiled. “She wants to see the dragon of sunset.” Continue reading

This day in History

Oops, apparently in 1009 the peaceful and tolerant Muslim Caliph Al-hakim bi-Mir Allah had the Church of the Holy Sepulchre destroyed, torn down to the foundations. How awkward for his PR department. The building, constructed on the site believed to be that of the crucufixion of Jesus, had been a temple of Venus after the Romans drove the last Jews from Jerusalem. Emperor Constantine (no doubt at the urging of his mother) ordered the temple torn down and a church constructed on the site in the mid AD 300s. Continue reading

The (Babylon) Bee Stings again…

https://babylonbee.com/news/study-highway-hell-theologically-accurate-96-modern-worship-songs

Excerpt from the Bee: U.S.—A recent survey performed by CCLI confirmed that AC/DC’s hard rock classic “Highway to Hell” is more theologically accurate than 96% of the songs that most worship bands play on any given Sunday.

The study examined over 800 songs and compared their theology to the Scriptures, and found that the Australian rock group’s 1979 classic was “significantly more accurate” than over 96% of them.

“While modern worship songs tend to contain little theology, an anemic view of sin, and a poor understanding of the work of the Holy Spirit, ‘Highway to Hell’ has a very biblical view of the doctrine of hell,” a CCLI rep said. “Lead singer Bon Scott had a clear understanding of man’s natural inclination toward sin and the inevitable judgment of God that follows.”

So… is it satire? Or a case of “Life Imitates Onion/DuffleBlog”?

Thursday Tidbit: Halloween Retail

Ah, the seasonal rush has begun for Belle, Book, and Blacklight…

As the front door of Belle, Book, and Blacklight closed, Arthur intoned, “And so it begins” in a deep—fake—basso.

“Indeed, sir.” The first pair of cheap jack-o-lantern earrings had just been sold, the signal of the start of Halloween Season. Every year Arthur loaded up on costume-Goth stuff, and every year it sold. Granted, it was one step above similar items from the mall goth-shop and the party stores, but Lelia still wanted to take the teenagers and adults and give them a lesson on why one should buy quality jewelry. But money was money, and more people happily bought the inexpensive and fun things than could afford the pieces in the locked cases.

“How long before the first ‘It’s not a costume, it’s a lifestyle’ comment?” Arthur asked.

Lelia tidied the receipt stack and thought. “Three weeks, sir. That’s how long it will take the mundanes to start noticing our clothes.” Continue reading

Well, that was new…

I’ve had class interrupted by fire drills, intruder drills, the Birthday Howl, parents seeking children (phone call from the office), teachers seeking students, the Joker and Batman chasing each other through the lecture theater (Halloween at Flat State U). . .

This was the first time I’ve had class interrupted by a conch shell trumpet. Two classrooms away.

Someone has a good set of lungs.