Monday, December 31, 2012

Come Monday...Black Ops


“Come Monday…” is a weekly series that will involve a review of, or commentary about,  websites, movies, documentaries, television shows, sports, music, and whatever else may tickle my fancy at the time.  Be assured that these reviews will be generally positive, as in accordance to the Jimmy Buffett song “Come Monday.”  This is subject to change, however.  In fact, I would be most derelict in my duties to neglect going on a rant every once in a while.  For rants promote change, and change can be good—right?  Therefore, since good is generally considered as being a positive force in 99.3% of the parallel universes that I am aware of, even a rant could be considered as being something positive, and a genuine hissy-fit would be even better (so I’m told).

Just in case you do not already know, black ops is short for black operations, which is a much cooler way of referring to super top-secret missions conducted for the betterment of all good people (of course).  These are not always necessarily military operations, but on occasion, they do involve a really bad guy dying somewhere for no good reason, according to their people, (of course).

Now, what I have been conducting has not resulted in the death of anyone…yet.  That is, unless you want to include my sense of doing good.  For I have tons of “stuff” to do, and very little energy to accomplish it.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, it is the same old story that you have been hearing out of me for far too long now.  For I am always wanting to do this or that, but when it doesn’t get done, I use my illness as an excuse.

On the other hand, it is the only excuse I’ve really got.  For I don’t have much of anything else to do, and there should be plenty of time to accomplish everything that I want to each day, with hours to play with our puppies and kitties, to boot!  (Alas, Arlynda is not much into play-wrestling anymore.)

Anyway, I have been working on a super top-secret mission that must remain classified until tomorrow.  Be assured that I should be a lot farther along with it by now, but at least some of it is ready to see the light of day.

Of course, it may be received about as well as most of my other projects have been, and if so, that will just have to do.  For I have done the best that I can—with there not being enough of it yet, notwithstanding.

The big revealing will be made on The Trib, and that will be republished here next Saturday.  Hey, if I have become a really big deal by then, I promise to try to remember at least some of you little people.

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Sunday, December 30, 2012

A Sunday Drive


Back during my childhood, our parents would often load up my brother and me after Sunday morning church services for a leisurely drive around where we lived.  Even though we were seeing mostly familiar sights, it was still good to see them, and this is why “A Sunday Drive” sounded about right for the name of a weekly series revisiting familiar sites that are well worth seeing again and again.  The link below the image is to the site itself, and the image is linked to the post it was first included in here.
















 Link: [ICorrect]


 Link: [Innish]


 Link: [You Are His]

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Saturday, December 29, 2012

Trib Updates


This is a weekly series that will include a brief summary of the latest articles that have been published on The Tribulation Times Herald-Exhorter.  Hopefully, this will encourage you to go check out some truly outstanding articles that have been published by a number of truly outstanding authors.  Moreover, I hope this will also encourage you to want to become a contributing member/author, as well.  The “Hear Ye!  Hear Ye!” site explanation near the top of the side-bar should answer many of your questions.  Yes, this series also included an “SOS! (Spam On Saturdays)”  segment before, but it just wasn’t working for me.  Therefore, that will be replaced by a republishing of one of the Trib articles.

[The Christmas Shoes] contains a video and the lyrics for NewSong’s The Christmas Shoes.

[You Ain’t Livin’ ‘Til You Choose To Give] has a video and the lyrics for TobyMac’s Joy To The World.

[O Holy Night] contains a video and the lyrics for Point of Grace’s version of O Holy Night.





Find A Way
WhiteHeart
Welcome to my mind
Please don’t be unkind
God knows what you’ll find
Is what I’m feeling isn’t clear
Lately it’s been hard living near
Every day’s the same
Maybe I’m too blame
I’m too afraid to change
Too afraid to dream anymore
I just don’t know what I am fighting for

Gotta find a way
Find a way
Find a way to love
Find a way
Find a way
Find a way to love

Day is close to night
Numb is close to fear
What I’m feeling is
I know that everyone’s been burned
Well isn’t everybody gonna learn
Tired of this place
And my miner’s face
Love’s my saving grace
It’s been too long since I’ve been free
Only You can take this cup from me

Find a way
Find a way
Find a way to love
Find a way
Find a way
Find a way to love
Find a way
Find a way
Find a way to love

It’s been so long since I’ve been free
Only You can take this cup from me

Find a way
Find a way
Find a way to love
Find a way
Find a way
Find a way to love
Find a way
Find a way
Find a way to love
Find a way
Find a way
Find a way to love
Find a way
Find a way
Find a way to love
Find a way
Find a way
Find a way to love

Aaah
You gotta find a way

I still believe
I still believe

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Friday, December 28, 2012

Sites To See


The SOLE purpose of this weekly series is to help call attention to sites that I think many would find most interesting—in one way or another.  Just to be clear, inclusion in this series is not necessarily meant as a recommendation, and I have included sites that are rather disturbing to me.  The link below each image is to the site itself, and each image is linked to the particular post from which it was taken when applicable.  Please, go see for yourself.  Oh, and as of August 10, 2012, I will be no longer including sites that have auto-play and word verification engaged.


 Link: [Bad Words]






 Link: [JoAnn Ross]








 Link: [Manx Mnews]




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Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Reassigned Until Further Notice


***FURTHER NOTICE***
I should be back on Friday (12/28/2012).
HO!  HO!  HO!  Snort.

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Monday, December 24, 2012

Come Monday...Miracle(s) on 34th Street

“Come Monday…” is a weekly series that will involve a review of, or commentary about,  websites, movies, documentaries, television shows, sports, music, and whatever else may tickle my fancy at the time.  Be assured that these reviews will be generally positive, as in accordance to the Jimmy Buffett song “Come Monday.”  This is subject to change, however.  In fact, I would be most derelict in my duties to neglect going on a rant every once in a while.  For rants promote change, and change can be good—right?  Therefore, since good is generally considered as being a positive force in 99.3% of the parallel universes that I am aware of, even a rant could be considered as being something positive, and a genuine hissy-fit would be even better (so I’m told).

There are two versions of Miracle on 34th Street that I am very familiar with, which are the [1947] and [1994] versions.  I have evidently slept since last seeing the [1973] version.  For I seem to recall brief flashes of watching it after Arlynda reminding me of its existence, but it is the ’47 and ’94 versions that prominently come to mind whenever I hear mention of the title.

If you are not familiar with any of them, the plot is basically about believing in something greater than ourselves, and in this case, it is about believing in the existence of Santa Claus.  Since I am not familiar with the 1973 version, the rest of this piece will be about the other two.

Yes, it is enough to send any religious zealot into hysterics.  For the reason for the season is Christ Jesus—right?

Oh, but they would be missing the point, and the ’94 version even adds some indications of Him not being disregarded.  For in one scene, the lights of a building are on in the form of a large cross, and the winning argument in Kris Kringle’s competency hearing is that if the United States federal government (made up of, by and for the people) can place its faith in a higher power (as proven by In God We Trust being displayed on our currency) so should the state of New York have faith in the existence of Santa Claus.

The plot really gets to me, and I am not ashamed to admit that I have a hard time keeping from crying like a baby throughout.  Well, maybe a little ashamed.  For it is does not bolster the image of me truly being a manly man that I have worked so hard at perpetrating to admit to crying like a baby, but what true manly man doesn’t love to hear their lady cry out, “Ooh baby, ooh baby, ooh,” in the throes of passion?

If anything, just having [Natalie Wood] in the 1947 version, and [Mara Wilson] in the 1994 version, playing the role of Susan Walker is well worth the price of admission—especially if it is a free viewing in the comfort of your own home!  For both do a marvelous job of portraying a little girl, who sounds like a woman considerably older on account of her mother raising her to look at everything from a completely logical point-of-view without any emotions involved whatsoever.  Hmm, I wonder if her mother was actually a [Vulcan]?

In the end, it all works out, which really gets the ol' tear ducts a-flowin'.  Please forgive me, but I do not want to give away anything else—neither about the movie(s), nor myself.

Okay, maybe one more thing.  For if the father of the small boy at the beginning of the following trailer of the 1994 version looks familiar to you, it may be on account of remembering him as Sgt. Stan Jablonski on [Hill Street Blues].


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Sunday, December 23, 2012

A Sunday Drive


Back during my childhood, our parents would often load up my brother and me after Sunday morning church services for a leisurely drive around where we lived.  Even though we were seeing mostly familiar sights, it was still good to see them, and this is why “A Sunday Drive” sounded about right for the name of a weekly series revisiting familiar sites that are well worth seeing again and again.  The link below the image is to the site itself, and the image is linked to the post it was first included in here.


















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Saturday, December 22, 2012

Trib Updates


This is a weekly series that will include a brief summary of the latest articles that have been published on The Tribulation Times Herald-Exhorter.  Hopefully, this will encourage you to go check out some truly outstanding articles that have been published by a number of truly outstanding authors.  Moreover, I hope this will also encourage you to want to become a contributing member/author, as well.  The “Hear Ye!  Hear Ye!” site explanation near the top of the side-bar should answer many of your questions.  Yes, this series also included an “SOS! (Spam On Saturdays)”  segment before, but it just wasn’t working for me.  Therefore, that will be replaced by a republishing of one of the Trib articles.

[ESPN Additions] suggests a gift that is sure to warm even the coldest of hearts.

[WhiteHeart Wednesday] has a video and the lyrics for The Little Drummer Boy.

[Do You Hear What I Hear?] contains a video and the lyrics for Bing Crosby’s version of Do You Hear What I Hear].

[Trans-Siberian Orchestrating] has a video and the lyrics for two versions of Trans-Siberian Orchestra’s Christmas Canon.




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Friday, December 21, 2012

Sites To See


The SOLE purpose of this weekly series is to help call attention to sites that I think many would find most interesting—in one way or another.  Just to be clear, inclusion in this series is not necessarily meant as a recommendation, and I have included sites that are rather disturbing to me.  The link below each image is to the site itself, and each image is linked to the particular post from which it was taken when applicable.  Please, go see for yourself.  Oh, and as of August 10, 2012, I will be no longer including sites that have auto-play and word verification engaged.





















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Thursday, December 20, 2012

Jackson Still Wants To Play



The Load Out/Stay
Jackson Browne
Now the seats
Are all empty
Let the roadies take the stage
Pack it up and tear it down
They're the first to come
And last to leave
Workin’ for that minimum wage
They'll set it up in another town
Tonight the people were so fine
They waited there in line
And when they got up on their feet
They made the show
And that was sweet
But I can hear the sound
Of slammin’ doors
And foldin’ chairs
And that's a sound they'll never know
Now roll them cases out
And lift them amps
Haul them trusses down
And get 'em up them ramps
'Cause when it comes to movin’ me
You know you guys are the champs
But when that last guitar's been packed away
You know that I still want to play
So just make sure you got it all set to go
Before you come for this piano

But the band's on the bus
And they're ready to go
We've got to drive all night
And do a show in Chicago
Or Detroit
I don't know
We do so many shows in a row
And these towns all look the same
We just pass the time in our hotel rooms
And wander 'round backstage
‘Til those lights come up
And we hear that crowd
And we remember why we came

Now we got
Country and Western
On the bus
R and B
We got disco
In eight tracks
And cassettes
In stereo
We've got
Rural scenes
And magazines
We've got truckers on the CB
We've got Richard Pryor on the video
We got time to think of the ones we love
While the miles roll away
But the only time that seems too short
Is the time that we get to play
People you've got the power over what we do
You can sit there and wait
Or you can pull us through
Come along
Sing the song
You know that you can't go wrong
'Cause when that morning sun comes beatin’ down
You're going to wake up in your town
But we'll be scheduled to appear
A thousand miles away from here

So people stay
Just a little bit longer
We want to play
Just a little bit longer
Now if the promoter don't mind
And the union don't mind
If we take a little time
And we leave it all behind
And sing
One more song

Oh won’t you stay
Just a little bit longer
Please
Please
Please
Say you will
Say you will

Oh won’t you stay
Just a little bit longer
Oh
Won’t you stay
Just a little bit longer
Yeah
Yeah

And if the promoter don’t mind
And the brothers don’t mind
If we take a little time
And Leave it all behind
And sing
One more song

Lyrics From: [elyrics.net]

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Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Good, Great and Glorious Ads

Since not everyone has been as appreciative of my efforts with the Good, Bad and Ugly Ads series as they should be, it seemed prudent to shake things up a bit from time to time.  Hence, Good, Great and Glorious Ads, as well as Bad, Ugly and Awful Ads.  Oh, and if these new approaches are still not to your complete and utter satisfaction, I would tell you what you can do with the point of your view if saying things like that did not now leave such a bitter taste in my mouth.  Therefore, be ye thankful!

GOOD

GREAT

GLORIOUS

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Tuesday, December 18, 2012

TFT: Jackson Browne


Not every song that will be featured here will be what is generally considered as being “Christian” in the eyes of this world.  For some will be anguished cries from the pit of despair while others will be quite obviously fervent rants of rebellion.  Nonetheless, be assured that they will all be of our Heavenly Father (in one way or another) and I hope that you have been given ears to hear the message.


Running On Empty
Jackson Browne
Lookin’ out at the road
Rushin’ under my wheels
Lookin’ back at the years gone by
Like so many summer fields
In ‘65
I was 17
And runnin’ up 101
I don't know where I'm runnin’ now
I'm just runnin’ on

Runnin’ on
Runnin’ on empty
Runnin’ on
Runnin’ blind
Runnin’ on
Running into the sun
But I'm runnin’ behind

Gotta do what you can
Just to keep your love alive
Trying not to confuse it with
What you do to survive
In ‘69
I was 21
And I called the road my own
I don't know when that road
Turned onto the road I'm on

Runnin’ on
Runnin’ on empty
Runnin’ on
Runnin’ blind
Runnin’ on
Running into the sun
But I'm runnin’ behind

Everyone I know
Everywhere I go
People need some reason to believe
I don't know about anyone but me
If it takes all night
That'll be all right
If I can get you to smile
Before I leave

Lookin’ out at the road
Rushin’ under my wheels
I don't know how to tell you all
Just how crazy this life feels
I look around for the friends
That I used to turn to
To pull me through
Lookin’ into their eyes
I see them runnin’ too

Runnin’ on
Runnin’ on empty
Runnin’ on
Runnin’ blind
Runnin’ on
Running into the sun
But I'm runnin’ behind

Honey
You really tempt me
You know the way you look so kind
I wanna know who you are
But I'm runnin’ behind

Runnin’ on
You know I don't even know
What I'm hopin’ to find
Runnin’ behind
Runnin’ into the sun
But I'm runnin’ behind


The Pretender
Jackson Browne
I'm going to rent myself a house
In the shade of the freeway
I'm going to pack my lunch in the mornin’
And go to work each day
And when the evenin’ rolls around
I'll go on home
And lay my body down
And when the mornin’ light comes streamin’ in
I'll get up
And do it again
Amen
Say it again
Amen

I want to know what became of the changes
We waited for love to bring
Were they only the fitful dreams
Of some greater awakenin’
I've been aware of the time going by
They say in the end
It's the wink of an eye
And when the mornin’ light comes streamin’ in
You'll get up
And do it again

Yeah
Again

Caught between the longin’ for love
And the struggle for the legal tender
Where the sirens sing
And the church bells ring
And the junk man pounds his fender
Where the veterans dream of the fight
Fast asleep at the traffic light
And the children solemnly wait
For the ice cream vendor
Out into the cool of the evenin’
Strolls the pretender
He knows that all his hopes and dreams
Begin and end there

Ah the laughter of the lovers
As they run through the night
Leaving nothin’ for the others
But to choose off and fight
And tear at the world with all their might
While the ships
Bearin’ their dreams
Sail out of sight

I'm going to find myself a girl
Who can show me what laughter means
And we'll fill in the missin’ colors
In each other's paint-by-number dreams
And then we'll put out dark glasses on
And we'll make love until our strength is gone
And when the mornin’ light comes streamin’ in
we'll get up
And do it again
Get it up again

I'm goin’ to be a happy idiot
And struggle for the legal tender
Where the ads take aim
And lay their claim
To the heart and the soul of the spender
And believe in whatever may lie
In those things
That money can buy
Thought true love
Could have been a contender

Are you there
Say a prayer for the pretender
Who started out so young and strong
Only to surrender

Say a prayer
Say a prayer
For the pretender
Are you there
Are you there
For the pretender
Say a prayer
Say a prayer
For the pretender
Are you there
Are you there
For the pretender

Say a prayer
For the pretender
Are you there
For the pretender
Say it
Say a prayer

Lyrics From: [elyrics.net]

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