Amazing. The New Super Mario Bros. Wii is my new biggest object of lust.
Watch this to see what I mean.
About 30 seconds into it, I realized that the “object” that the three players keep spitting back and forth from their Yoshis IS the 4th player. And he never touches the ground… the entire level.
Gall dern… I can’t wait to play this. Thank you, Nintendo. Again.
PS: Mom, Dad… I don’t care how noble I act. Buy me this. For Christmas. Pleeeeeeeease.
Okay, I don’t care if you’re NOT a geek… read this. Because it’s just cool. (click-y read-y)
Can you imagine the implications if a good chunk of the acreage being given over to low-yield ethanol production was replaced with this (theoretically) 79-fold-improvement? WHAT energy problem??
Gosh, if 100 people who love me would send me two bucks, this could be MINE.
Why don’t YOU be the first? Seriously??
I’ve heard of this, but never before had the (mis)fortune to actually run across it.
I’ve seen a little less than 10 minutes. I’m not a drinking man, but I may have to start before I watch any more.
And yes… that IS Bea Arthur. Why, God?? Why, George Lucas?!?
Watch it below, or CLICK HERE to see it at Google Video. Where you COULD, I suppose, watch it in full-screen… if you hate yourself that much.
Two great Wikipedia snippets I chanced across today. About Tetris.
According to THIS (click) playing Tetris can actually improve the efficiency of cognitive functioning AND help people recover from traumatic events faster than NOT playing.
But…
It can also make you go crazy. (click)
We report, YOU decide. I just want to go play some Tetris now. The voices agree with me.
If you were like me, and didn’t get in on the Wii phenomenon early enough to get the Opera-based Internet Channel download for free, Nintendo would like to make it up to you.
Starting now, and running until the end of the year, you can visit the Wii Shop Channel, download a quick update, and click to download any one 500 point NES Virtual Console game.
The Internet Channel is a free download again (and was recently updated with slightly better Flash support… sorta) so download or update that if you haven’t already done so since September 1st of this year.
(PS: I downloaded StarTropics for free last night. Never played it all the way through when I was a kid, although my sort-of-brother Chris and I logged several hours on his copy.)
There’s a great post up at Ars Technica (click) which should answer any nagging “What the heck is JC going on and on about with this Ubuntu thing lately?” It makes for a good (quick) read if you’re even SLIGHTLY curious.
Still flying Microsoft-free, and still loving it. You should too. Seriously.
Our pastor finished up a four week series on the book of Jonah this morning. The following is a hodgepodge of my reflections (and his) on the fourth and final chapter… and one of the most overlooked, least understood “resolutions” in the Bible. In my opinion.
Jonah has just finished (begrudgingly) delivering a three-day message of “repent-or-yer-gonna’-burn” to the 120,000 citizens of the heathen city of Ninevah. And it’s an evangelist’s dream-come-true: every man, woman, and child (even the king!) fall on their faces in mourning for the lost lives they’ve led, and beg for God’s forgiveness. Everyone. Billy Graham probably never saw results like that.
But Jonah isn’t happy. To the contrary, he starts raging against God, because “I knew that you are a gracious and compassionate God, slow to anger and abounding in love, a God who relents from sending calamity. Now, O Lord, take away my life, for it is better for me to die than to live.” (v. 2-3, NIV)
Seriously? What is this guy’s problem? And God calls him on it: “Have you any right to be angry?” (v. 4)
I draw two important insights from this:
One, God can use me EVEN if I don’t have all my thoughts, motives, intentions, or ambitions in the right place. All I have to be is willing.
Two, I can’t trust my feelings. I may believe in my heart of hearts that something is right or wrong, but that doesn’t mean a thing if it doesn’t line up with the TRUTH of what God knows.
Jonah ignores God’s question, by the way. Instead of answering him, he gets up and “went out and sat down at a place east of the city. There he made himself a shelter, sat in its shade and waited to see what would happen to the city.” (v. 5)
He was hoping that the people’s salvation wasn’t for-real! Even though he was the one who brought them the message! He still hated them enough to want to hang around for 40 days or so and see if they would get an almighty smiting of fire, thunder, coconuts, whatever.
That’s devotion. I guess.
And of course, God isn’t done with Jonah. He still wants him to understand his way of seeing things. So he sends a nice, green, shady vine to grow up and keep Jonah cool. (Causing, as the pastor pointed out, Jonah to be happy for the FIRST time in the entire book.) Then he sends a worm to chew up the vine, which sends Jonah into another bout of suicidal self-pity.
And God asks again, “Do you have a right to be angry about the vine?” (v. 9) Slightly different question, but still relevant.
Jonah finally stops ignoring God, and whines some more: “I do… I am angry enough to die.”
God ends the chapter with a question challenging Jonah, and all of us, to try to take on HIS perspective on things. Jonah was so sad about a stupid plant drying up that he wanted to die, but the 120,000 people who were so screwed up that they “cannot tell their right hand from their left,” (v. 11) didn’t even trigger a tear of compassion from the very man sent to save them from themselves.
How could he… or better yet, how can WE get our priorities so screwed up that we wail and moan over things… our cars, our wardrobes, our 401k, our baseball card collections… and don’t give a second thought to the hundreds or thousands of people who die EVERY DAY without knowing God?
We call ourselves children of God, but where’s the family resemblance? Why don’t we yearn more to know our dad’s heart? Why don’t we listen to him, and want the thing that he wants most more than ANY other stupid, finite, earthly pursuit that we spend our days hungering after?
If we’re not spending every minute of every day thinking about how we can help, serve, and love people… then we’re missing it.
(Many thanks to Pastor Marshall Ford of Grace Fellowship Church, Borger Texas, for his continued and contagious fresh look at words I thought I knew so well, yet are being made new to me every week through his unassuming teaching and leadership.)
Yesterday found me in a dark depression about my job.
Backing up a bit. About a week ago, my boss called me in to get my side of the story on something that I did. Something I did which was stupid. VERY stupid. Being the amazing man he is, he turned the situation into a learning experience and promised to help me get things right. Seeing as how he COULD have just fired me and hired a sane person, I thought this most gracious of him.
Then yesterday, I had what was probably the WORST day yet with my 6th hour class (which is REALLY saying something… ask me sometime), was already more than a little off-kilter due to sleep deprivation, and was battling a touch of… umm… intestinal difficulties.
And I get an email from my boss saying, enigmatically, that he “wants to see me during my conference.” Again. And I get this right at the end of the day.
I have been very slow to move all my stuff into my new room. I guess I’ve felt like it’s not really “mine,” I guess. Anyway, I’ve had this big box of smoke-scented college textbooks sitting in my front passenger seat for about a month now, which I only recently have been taking in to my classroom, a few at a time. I doubted whether I should finish doing so… after all, if the administration and school board changed their minds and DID decide to fire me, what would be the point? I’d just have to box them all up again anyway. At least this way I have a head-start of sorts.
So I came home, monster headache, feeling like something that fell off a poop-wagon. My wife immediately sends me to bed, where I stay for an hour. As I wait for the Tylenol and Sudafed to kick in, I really let God have it:
“What were you thinking bringing us here? What possible good can I do for THESE kids? I don’t have it in me to change them. They are SO far-gone. What good will it do us if you brought us all this way, away from our home, church, friends, cozy little house, and established job security, only to let me get myself unemployed a few months later?”
Then I told him I didn’t believe what I was saying… but that I could REALLY use a sign. And soon.
This morning before the bell rang, I got several. My department head asked me how things were going, and I told him (a bit of) the rotten situation I have been having with my 6th hour kids. He offered a little advice and encouragement, and then said…
“Well, we’re glad to have you here. I’ve walked by your room quite a few times, and everything in there seems to be going well. If there’s anything you need, please ask.”
I somehow kept from crying tears of relief and release then, as I am fighting crying them now.
Another teacher in the department expressed similar sentiments to me, not more than a few minutes later.
I met with my boss, who told me that despite several irate board members asking him about his hiring practices and whether they should “terminate my contract immediately” he, the superintendent, and the assistant superintendent all went to bat for me. Undeserving me. Unknown quantity me. Guy who pulled the idiot move and made them look bad me.
Okay, that did it… I’m crying now. Getting hard to see to type.
On top of all that, my lab demonstration worked today. First time, no kinks.
And I found my dinky little green iPod Shuffle I lost about a month back. Wasn’t even looking for it.
I love how God answers me in ways that even oblivious, idiot me can’t miss. Exactly when I really need it.
I am baffled sometimes at how one as repeatedly unworthy as me continues to find love, patience, and acceptance from the God of the universe, and those he puts in my life. I’m glad he does though.
I don’t need to go back to Egypt. I’m bound for Promised Land.
DISCLAIMER: There are probably no references to vampires in this post. Besides this one. Google is not your friend.
Many of my last seven years as a parent have been spent in a state of twilight. Not entirely lucid, not quite asleep. I’ve come to regard it as normal, and even to cherish the feeling brought on by days, weeks, or (sometimes) months without an uninterrupted night of sleep.
It starts when they are newborn, especially with your first. You are getting MAYBE an hour or two of sleep at a stretch, which deprives your brain and body of the good REM sleep that you need. As a result, you start to go bonkers. This is a good thing, because if you were entirely aware of the psychological, spiritual, and moral implications of the new arrival of a human life — that you had a hand, so to speak, in creating and bringing into this world — you’d likely go far more deeply and irreparably insane.
Then they get sick. There will be no rest on the nights when you “sleep” camped out on the recliner with a trash can under one arm, ready to spring to full alertness and catch the vomit at the slightest noise or other cue… most of which are false alarms, but which you can’t afford to ignore. Or it might be the spiking fevers, the whooping or wheezing of a cough, the sharp cries of pain from newly-cut teeth or the ubiquitous ear infection.
Even when NOTHING’S WRONG you will lose sleep, because the predatory fears of the future do their best hunting at night. When all seems calm, it’s easiest to remember that the world is a scary, dangerous place… and despite our constant reassurances to the contrary, monsters DO exist. Twilight hours spent in prayer for our little ones come so often, but never as often as they should.
So, why bring this on yourself? Why bring on the heartache, backache, and forced insomnia? And WHY would anyone choose to bring an innocent, defenseless, undeserving human being into a world with such evil and suffering?
I can’t explain it if you haven’t been there too. Sorry, it’s a little bit of a “red pill, blue pill” thing.
I’ve taken the red pill four times now… and I am eternally grateful for each of them. Because whether they occurred on my timing or (much more often) not, I am blessed with each nighttime cry I comfort, each diaper I change in a pitch-dark room, each nose I wipe, each bedtime story I read, each sleepless night I undertake.
There will be plenty of time to sleep when they’re grown, and these rooms are quiet and empty. In the meantime…
… have to go. She’s crying again. Where did I put that Tylenol…
