I want to get this out before you all do your surfing for the day. For those of you who subscribe to my RSS feed, you’ll get this in good time.

Tonight, Flipper Flanagan’s Flat Footed Four, is playing at Thunder Bay’s Marina Park, right after the Snow Birds do their thing. Jenn and I are heading there directly from work with a picnic supper to ensure good parking and a seat close to the bandshell (or wherever they’re playing.) Hope to see you there!

Last Friday at work we got talking about the Scooby Doo gang (because I slipped a picture of Shaggy in as a place holder image for one of our fictional patients in the curriculum.) One of the people I work with didn’t have a clue who Shaggy was, nor did she know anything about Scooby Doo. So, we got talking about the whole gang and found we only knew Scooby, Shaggy and Velma by name. The “beautiful people?” We couldn’t remember their names.

Let me tell you a story about me and Lance—and not Tom…

One day, many years ago, with nothing better to do (fortunately,) Lance and I decided to see a movie (and it wasn’t Deep Blue Sea) at the Victoriaville miniplex. We bought our tickets, got our snacks and rushed into the nearest theatre, just in time (we thought) for the beginning of the show. But, it wasn’t started yet. Even the previews hadn’t begun. We thought this was odd, because we thought we were going to be late. Anyways, we waited for a few minutes and a few minutes more, and eventually the previews started. They were 20 minutes late! When the movie began, it was Deep Blue Sea with L.L. Cool J and Samuel L. Jackson (talk about a lot of L’s!) We ended up enjoying the movie, mostly because it was so easy to make fun of.

And that’s the story. No Tom. When I went to confirm it with Lance tonight on MSN, this is what he said…
shroom: So, just for the record, will you confirm that you saw Deep Blue [Sea] (by mistake) with me, and not Tom?
lance: 100%
lance: i’m stepping away from the computer, i’ll give you a buzz when the tracks are ready. and tell tom nice try on getting his hands on our story

I think that settles it, eh Tom?

Thanks to Richard for making me aware of this survey. I had an inkling I’d probably top out in this category.

You scored as Reformed Evangelical. You take the Bible very seriously because it is God’s Word. You most likely hold to TULIP and are skeptical about the possibilities of universal atonement or resistible grace. The most important thing the Church can do is make sure people hear how they can go to heaven when they die.

Reformed Evangelical: 82%
Emergent/Postmodern: 68%
Evangelical Holiness/Wesleyan: 64%
Fundamentalist: 57%
Neo orthodox: 57%
Classical Liberal: 32%
Charismatic/Pentecostal: 32%
Modern Liberal: 29%
Roman Catholic: 7%

What's your theological worldview?

I’d like to add that I don’t know that this assessment of me is entirely accurate. I have a hard time doing these quizzes because I know before hand what the particular questions are trying to confirm. Sometimes I play into them too much, other times, I try to outplay them. I know Karl Barth, but not that other guy, Spong, I have no clue who he is. Okay, so, here’s how weird I am. I’m doing the quiz again to see how it turns out closer to bedtime.

You are Emergent/Postmodern in your theology. You feel alienated from older forms of church, you don’t think they connect to modern culture very well. No one knows the whole truth about God, and we have much to learn from each other, and so learning takes place in dialogue. Evangelism should take place in relationships rather than through crusades and altar-calls. People are interested in spirituality and want to ask questions, so the church should help them to do this.

Emergent/Postmodern: 75%
Reformed Evangelical: 68%
Neo orthodox: 61%
Fundamentalist: 61%
Evangelical Holiness/Wesleyan: 57%
Charismatic/Pentecostal: 32%
Classical Liberal: 32%
Roman Catholic: 29%
Modern Liberal: 21%

Hmm. I don’t mind this too much either. I think I’m somewhere in between. I’m an Emergent Reformist Postmodern Evangelical—or as I like to call myself, a Calvinist Sympathizer.

One final note, some of those questions are too tough to answer. I don’t know what they’re getting at. I suspect one thing, but to answer truthfully, I think I have to mislead them. Arrg!

I love the sayings of Peter. But now, I don’t have to go to my friends children to hear funny stuff—I’m related to kids who say funny things now. Here’s an example— Jenn’s cousins, Brad and Sylvia (Brad says “Hi!” by the way, Tim) stayed over last night on their way from Eagle Lake to Guelph. This morning, before work, I was hanging out with the kids out in front of the house. Lilly, three years old and the youngest of three was getting ready to leave and wanted to say goodbye, but she couldn’t remember Jenn’s name. So she asked me, “What’s the name of your lady friend?”

My lady friend? Oh, you mean Jenn! And that wasn’t the only gold she had to offer. She’s a three year old who understands the subtleties of sarcasm. When she wants to taunt her brother she says, “Porter, I love you. You’re generous.” She knows she doesn’t mean it and that it annoys him to no end being called generous. It’s great to listen too.

One more thing: Charlie refered to me as “that adult male.” More specificly, he asked “Seeing as that adult male is outside with us, can we go past the house if we’re with him?” I’m an adult male.

So, needless to say, I had a good time with the kids last night.

While surfing around the other day, I came across an online comic strip generator. It’s not so much a generator as a tool. I used the tool to create this little strip. Warning, dogs may be offensive to some viewers. (It was the best I could come up with using zero effort—when in doubt go for the potty humour, right?)

PS: My first purchase from the iTunes music store was Take Me Out by Franz Ferdinand. I heard it on the CBC this morning and it just popped up on iTunes — I thought I’d share that with you.

I can’t stand RockStar:INXS, but I’m watching it. Well, I’m listening to it. I actually am enjoying it, even though the guy host is a scary freak. I think I’m rooting for the blonde guy with the big mouth. Anyway, tonight, while listening to the show, I tried out a new (to me) Flash technique. I had suspected that such a feature existed, and found out about it today. So, I’m a little slow, I’m self taught. This is the result of my experiment.

I lead a sheltered life, and I enjoy it. You see, I was thinking that I should get back to blogging more regularly these days and I was going to post one of these “what I’ve been doing” kind of posts. But, it turned into this. I lead a sheltered life.

I don’t know a whole lot about what’s going on around me. I try to keep myself informed and of course there are my interests that I keep up on too. But, ask me the latest gossip, and I don’t know half of it—maybe even less. That’s okay though, because when I do end up getting out and about, people have lots to tell me.

This leads me to my next point. I lead a sheltered life in the respect that I don’t get out with people much. (I suppose Jenn and I lead a sheltered life together.) This past week we went out Saturday night to meet with Tom, Rob and Jane (who I know from my trip to England a few years back.) It was nice, but we were only out for a couple-few hours. We stopped by soccer (mostly because we had been out house-hunting and I thought I could corner Kuchta to ask a few questions) for a little bit on Sunday afternoon. But other than that, we’ve mostly been out looking at houses in the evenings and on the weekend. Good thing we enjoy it.

I’ve got plans for things to do that will make me a little less sheltered: movie night with the boys, a game night, Indian cooking night with Marla (but she doesn’t know about it yet,) do a bit more recording, oh and I wanted to see Episode III again tonight for $3 at the Cumberland!

Well, you know where to contact us if you want to help us lead a less sheltered life. I suppose I could get my butt in gear too—slowly—gotta let those things warm up.

So, if I was to put a yellow sticker on my car that said “Don’t drive near me, I change lanes without checking my blindspot” or “I can’t stay in my lane, so lookout—if I hit you, it’s your own fauly” would that absolve me of guilt if I hit someone? So, why do trucks have stickers that say “I can’t stay in my lane when I make a right hand corner” and how about buses that come into my lane when they’re cornering? I say, if you can’t keep your vehicle in your lane, get off the road.

I just came up with another theory. And this is it. The Brontosaurus is thin at one end, much, much thicker in the middle, and thin again at the other end. Wait, that’s someone else’s theory. Mine goes like this…

Blogging is easier when there are no computers around. Of course, it’d be pretty easy to prove this theory wrong, so on one hand, it’s pretty lousy. On the other hand, I find that I have better (and more frequent) blogging ideas when I’m away from computers. For example, this past long weekend, Jenn and I were out at her parents’ camp on Eagle Lake. The air was fresh, the lake was cool (then warm,) there was plenty of food, and lots of time to do nothing. I was away from home and work for a few days (and as such, away from my computers) and I was relaxed. Then the blog ideas started flowing.

Well, I didn’t do much with them. In fact, I don’t remember many of them now. Never the less, I had a great time out at camp. When you’re not at camp, you don’t remember as easily how good camp is. But, just having been out there, I’m ready to take a week of holidays next year and spend them out there.

And as for the Brontosaurus, I think they got the wrong skull on some other dinosaur’s body — so that theory’s no good either.