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I was eating a Pop tart today and I saw this on the wrapper. It's probably the funniest cartoon I've ever seen.

Inherent Perceptions

This morning I was sitting in my car, waiting for class to start, and I saw a very beautiful woman. I admired her for the way she carried herself, she had very soft looking features, and was just gorgeous. I began to think about how beautiful all women are, in general. God has created these beautiful beings that are very different from men; obviously. I then got to thinking about how I perceive beauty and how it affects me. Everyone knows that men are more visually stimulated than women are. So this question arose:

Do men and women see beauty differently?

Now by asking this question I don't mean by subjective terms. Differences in opinion of beauty are as many as there are people. What I mean to ask is that does the natural male receive a beautiful thing differently than a female? Is there actually something within a female that allows her to conceptualize a beautiful thing in a way a male never could?

Just something to think about.

I Am A Terrible Person - Part I

This is the first installment of my inevitably infinite series entitled "I Am A Terrible Person". The aim of this will be to examine all the terrible things I do and have done. It may be humorous and it may get serious, I guess we'll find out. So let me tell you why I am a terrible person.

The Turd Toss

When I was about eleven, no older than twelve, I had a great friend who I now refer to as my "trouble friend". Naturally, he's that friend that I always got into trouble with as a youth. I would go over to his house for the weekend and we would wreak havoc on society. Well one fine weekend, we got a little bored. So we decided to poop in a plastic grocery bag. I believe it looked something like this:

(Put a little boy in the dog's place)

It started off innocently enough, figuring out how to line the toilet with the bag, taking turns, throwing in some plastic action figures, and of course, topping it off with some hot sauce and chocolate syrup. Yet, when one stumbles upon a plastic bag full one's own poo, what is there to do except throw it? The plastic bag offers a lovely way to throw, like an old fashioned sling.



So, my buddy and I scurried out to the front of his apartment complex (which faced a major busy street), and hid behind some bushes. We then waited for the perfect opportunity and gave the bag a good throw.

We hit a car dead center on the windshield. The car screeched its brakes and we ran away laughing. It is still probably one of the funniest things I have ever done.
Nonetheless, at the age of eleven you don't take into consideration the fact that people actually care about their cars and might get really upset for throwing my potty business at it. I know if someone hit my car with anything I'd probably hunt them down and I'm sure most others would do the same.

I came to realize how terrible this was shortly after it occurred, and thus begins the saga of why I am a terrible person.

This is Pretty Cool

An interesting little video



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Playing the Part

The circumstances surrounding this photo is creating quite a buzz



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Anyone who forgets they have this in their backpack when going to the airport deserves whatever punishment they get. Whatever this guy is up to, he's not one of the smartest people alive.

Joy Issues

I often complain about my job. I talk a lot about joy, love, and the gifts God has given me and yet have had trouble finding those things in my place of work.

I was having a conversation with a great friend of mine earlier today (technically yesterday) and we began to discuss joy and its origins. The Bible states that true joy comes from God alone. Joy is not a commodity that I can regulate, but rather something received. Therefore, in any situation I should have an everlasting joy from God.

So I grumble and complain about my job because I have to work late, because this and that. These matters should make no difference in my joy. Paul had joy, even when he was in prison, and God used him. Getting a new job is no solution to my self-proclaimed "joy issue", but simply allowing God to give me that joy and using the place he has put me in to serve him will put an end to my foolishness.

God has taught me something wonderful today.

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