Sunday Sunday Sunday. No churchy la femme for me. A beautiful day though. Comfortable, around 70 degrees, blue cloudless sky. It almost makes me think somethings going to happen. Perhaps that a hangover from 9/11. Nice days mean trouble. Low flying planes mean trouble. That guy on the street over there means trouble. I go looking for trouble and I just have to open my eyes. Nah, it’s not that bad. So far today has been a trouble free day. Of course I haven’t turned on the news, but it’s a day of sports so the news might not be on at 6:00.

Last night I did very little. I watched Jesus Camp, which I rented through Netflix. I forgot it was in my queue and I watched it. It was pretty creepy this woman out in the Midwest preparing young children to start a christian jihad and to praise a cardboard cut out (at least I think it was. Who can tell?) of the chimp in charge. Oh these kids, towing the line, speaking in tongues. I was relatively religious when I was a kid, going to catholic school and all, but obviously I grew out of that, thanks to my catholic schooling. One year in high school I had to write a paper on the Lutheran religion. And I found myself agreeing with a lot of what Martin Luther had written. That threw my catholicism headed towards doubt. Then as I went through life, thinking for myself and meeting different people with different ideas and backgrounds made me wonder if none of us were right.

Jesus Camp is worth seeing if only to see Ted Haggard, famed for his Monday morning phone calls with the chimp in charge as well as buying crystal methamphetamine and soliciting a male escort. It’s the creepiest!

I wound up watching Nature on PBS. It was about Hippos in Africa, as if they would be anywhere else. Interesting show, had no idea that hippos were so aggressive, and not the pink dancing hippos doing ballet in tu tu’s. They can run and spend a lot of time under water. They are impressive creatures and I would get out of they’re way should a pod of them come headed in your direction.

Then I got sucked into watching How The Earth Was Made on the History Channel. I never watch the history channel so I guess I’m bound to repeat it. Narrated by Edward Herrman, I was totally taken in. Of course, me being skeptical I kept in mind that it’s all guess work, and by guess work it’s theory. To describe something happening 1.5 Billion years ago, how this happened and what that as like, in this day and age with the equipment we have now, we don’t really know. I believe it more than creationism (duh) but geological history from way way way way way etc back then, I don’t think we could really know.

It’s the same thing with the Universe. We don’t know. Our tiny minds on this planet, guessing what’s going on many light years away, we don’t have a clue. The theories are better than nothing but subject to change. I do believe that everything is connected, every thing, every one, everywhere is related. From rocks to plants to animals to air to space to planets, it flows on within you and without you. Oh so groovy like.

It’s funny, watching the Earth show on the History Channel that when they go from something occurring 1 billion years ago to something 100 Million years ago, I think ‘oh that was so recent.’ Like it was last year or so.

Here’s is a link for Keith Olbermann, who sometimes I can’t take. I do think he’s right on the money on this one though (he usually is on the money, but his delivery can be so Keith Olbermann). It has a video and a transcript of the video.
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http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/20896378/

Today is the first day of Autumn.

Saturday. It seems I write that a lot. Can’t say it’s been a lazy Saturday because it hasn’t been. Been busy. Up at 9:00 and out at 9:30 to help Bill out with something at the post office, though in retrospect he could have done it by himself. But being retrospective is so overrated sometimes that it’s not worth a mention, but now it’s too late since I’ve mentioned it already. Bill and I parted ways outside the post office, he headed into the city, me back to the apartment after one or two stops.

Last night I was just chilling at home, watching TV. Wound up watching the Song Remains The Same. The Led Zeppelin In Concert movie with dreadful flights of fancy for each member of the band. Robert Plant as a knight of sorts, Jimmy Page as a wizard. No wait an old man. No wait. Cheesy effects definitely aimed at a midnight movie crowd tripping on acid. Bill came home towards the end and was amazed at the size of the outline of Robert Plant’s cock. When life gives you lemons, squeeze the lemon till the juice drips down your leg. Or make lemonade. One or the other. Or both.

Bill Maher was on after that and it was entertaining somewhat. Bill Maher did score points with me describing his atheism as rationalism. I think it was around the results of a poll this week about a certain percentage of eligible voters would not vote for a candidate that didn’t believe in a higher power, aka god. Maher flipped it and said how can you vote for a candidate that believes in this invisible mythical being? If one believes in judgment day should they be put in a position to actually bring about judgment day? After all that thinking I was tired and went to bed.

I came home after parting ways with Bill, had some breakfast and started doing some chores, laundry and getting the ladder from Julio. I went downstairs and talked to Stine for a few minutes and came back with a ladder. Soon enough I was on top of that ladder trying to figure out how to open the light fixture. Normally Julio would be watching initially then fed up with my ineptitude, would yell at me, telling me to get off the ladder while he did the work. Alas, there was no Julio, just sweaty me. I finally figured out how to get the fixture open only to find, not 4 fluorescent bulbs to be changed, but 2. 2 U shaped light bulbs about 2 feet long.

I did what Julio mentioned last night, about taking the lights from the fixture that works and using them in the other one to see if it’s the lights or the fixture that needs changing. I had to do that a could of times, not that I mixed up what light bulbs worked or not, just to give myself some peace of mind. It suddenly started to rain outside so I just waited for it to rain before I headed to the hardware store. I was smart enough to write down what I needed since my mind usually gets erased when I go to hardware stores. I didn’t see the bulbs on the floor or on display so I had to ask for them. Very hush hush cold war stuff which is timely since that’s the mindset of this country these days.

It took awhile but I got the job done and didn’t fall off the ladder once. So it was the lights that needed changing, the fixture is fine. I also learned that one light won’t work by itself, you need two. Is that a metaphor?

And now we know the answer to the question. One.