Stay away from Quechup
I received an email from a friend that bid me to sign up for a social network called quechup, and I figure what the hell and Why not. I mean if this buddy found another social network he is more comfortable I sure I can find time in my busy schedules of Yoohoos and video games to check in to this network to see how things are going with him every once in awhile at least.
Shortly after that day I received “RE:” messages people in my address book. They received invites from me supposedly, to do something somewhere. I wouldn’t have been able to tell you what that message they were replying to said because search as I might in my sent files I could find the message. It wasn’t until a day or so later that I came upon a blog that explained to me that Quechup is a spam site. When you sign up it will send invites to everyone in your address book.

Air Race is coming to town
There will be an air race in San Diego harbor this weekend. The course is a figure eight course with the bottom loop toward the Coronado bridge. I think this is a cool idea, notice the term is cool not good, since I have duty if there any major mistakes I could get a little entertainment. Doesn’t pay attention, maybe looks down at a dial or blinking light, and has to fly under the bridge. Maybe if the plane hits the bridge, not slam into of course that would tie up traffic, but maybe clips a wing. Air racing is a dangerous sport by the way.

Led small group today
We had two new people, Cheryl, and Monique, visit us today. Steve was at a welcome meeting. Ann was at the small group, I’m sure it was because after her trip to MO home was the only place she wanted to be. We continued on our study of image. We are all made in the image of God, but because of the fall and of our own sinful nature that image has become dulled and marred. This week we focused on how that dull and marred image is represented in our lives. I highlighted some things that I put in my brain locker, well one of a few things.
In the service Miles related to an image of Tombstone and Big Nose Kate. Kate would give Doc Holiday a cigarette when he was cough up blood, and get him a shot when he was falling down drunk. Doc called, in endearing terms I’m sure, the AntiChrist. In fact Kate did all the thing I would expect of Satan. When I am mad, he would work in my heart to increase that anger, when I am drunk he says “why not one more drink.”
All this temptation and a flaw image leads to four things. First we try to sit in his chair, make ourselves the great “I am”. When we make our selves the “I am” then we judge other, with our morality instead of Gods. We diminish the level of authority given us, and destroy the relationship that we are to have with the creator, which leads to a separation with the spirit.
In church on Sunday Miles related the names of Satan. God called him the Destroyer, Murderer, Prince of Lies, the great deceiver. Then he told us, but was referring more to the women, imagine being in a club and they met a fella who introduced himself as Playa, used all them those corny terms. Told them not to hate but celebrate, to feast their eyes. Then the girls wouldn’t be deemed crazy to give the guy the Heisman so why are we so hesitant to give Satan the door.
Well back to the small group, I didn’t get very far. I would start with a question and we would get off subject for a good ten minutes sometimes, depended on who took us on a rabbit trail. Then I would bring us back on track. One person would get answer the question and off we would go down some rabbit trail. One thing was put out there, one thing I am not afraid to share, they will find out eventually, that I am flawed. Every ugly stain, or habit that we are to reflect on I know I have done them.

Rummage sale at the rock
I had to get to the rock at 0800 to help with the rummage sale. It was me and Dave at the beginning while Tony helped some poor girl move her gear to storage. I think the story is, she is downgrading to a motel room with her daughter, this is one for the prayer list that and needs to be remembered. I stay after Dave went home; he was setting up until 2100 last night. I helped Tony until 1400. What wasn’t sold was donated to the Rescue mission
We were expecting a lot more people, and I was expecting to get rid a lot of stuff. Instead I ended up trading out stuff. Of my two boxes of CDs I brought back half a box, most of them anime which doesn’t have a lot of fan base with the general populous. Of the DVDs, the bike rack, mattress toppers, and Robo-Sapien, I actually exchanged it with a bike, some kitchen ware, and collection of Midkemia Books, and a book on Goya. BOOKS, like I have room for more books. As for the bike the more I thought about it the more I felt I got the lesser of the deal. First the bike is a Huffy, they are to the biking world as K-Mart is to fashion. The seat needs to be changed out, it is a beach ctuiser, I have to spend 75.00 to get it tuned, and I’ll probably have to change out the wheels for ones with quick disconnects so I can fit in my car. Of yeah before I forget, I just sold my bike rack. I don’t know who this ditzy fckr is in my brain but he seems to make all the worst decisions.
I saw Becca and Gerbais today. They stopped by after taking Buster to dog beach. Becca is in her third trimester, due Oct 15, and I guess they passed on the ultrasound because neither know the baby’s sex. Gerbais is hoping for a boy and Becca is hoping for a girl, go figure right? So Becca thought church rummage sale would be a good place to find baby clothes. The homeless ministry had a lot of baby stuff but she was only interested in the clothes. She has just about everything else. I asked how their Labor day went they related that they had just returned from Gerbais home country of Trinidad, so they were taking it easy from all those hard days of taking it easy. I guess Gerbais has eyes out for a higher paying IT job, probably so he and Becca can get a bigger house when the baby is old enough.
Some of the DVDs I had brought, at hind sight, may have not been the right choice to bring to a Church rummage sale. Like, say, Benny Hill, or maybe Family Guy, though my goof wasn’t one of the bigger lapses in judgment. One person brought a box of goods that, when I pick them out of box for display, included a set of different pot head shot glasses. I found two while sorting through the box, and found two more on display(oops).

Babel
I finished watching Babel. It is a good movie with it’s twist and turns. A whole cast of character, all unrelated, but all affect each other. The Goat herders that shoot an American tourist by accident while handling a fire arm in a highly dangerous and irresponsible manner. A rifle that was purchased by their father from a neighbor, who received the weapon as a gift from a Japanese business man, who has a child that is suffering from alienation and stress from a mom that killed herself, and I can’t forget the Mexican nanny taking care of the American children while they went on vacation. Of all these stories I find her plight the hardest. All these thing are played out seemingly unrelated and come together in the end. I love those movies type of movies, thinking movies that aren’t afraid work my mind instead of insulting my intelligence.
I think of the things that stand out in my mind is why did the director think it was necessary for me to watch a kid masturbate. He could have done a close up of the kids face, and I would tell by his expression that yes this guy is pounding his monkey. But nooo, instead I have to watch as this child grabs his pecker and pommels his clown. I have to watch his foot go up and down in rhythm to the strokes. I have to watch everything but the actual pecker, thank you God. This is very telling. I have to ask, why would the director leave that in there? Is he some sort of sick bastard that I would have to think twice before letting my kids play at his place? I don’t remember the media picking up on strange it was that that scene had not been edited.

Thank You VA
I received my appointment for my VA PreSep exam, and would you know it they schedule the darn thing on the 12th of Oct. I was supposed to be in AZ on the 12th, but now I have to leave for Tucson at 1430 so I can arrive at 2130. Of course if there are any jam ups my avg mph could dip below 70mph. So any of you crazy people out there that feel the need to swerve through multiple lanes in some blind need to get there before everyone else, pick a lane, or stay home on the twelfth.