Dun dun duhhh!!!!1111

Well, today is my last day on blogger/blogspot. I bought a domain, and moved my blog and all accessories to that domain. Without further ado, I direct thee to...

www.fraggedformysins.com

Your funny link for today will be located there, so don't try and get all roxxor on me.

We look like large cheese people =(

(after I typed that title, I discovered that its likely that at first, many of you will misread/misunderstand the title. I considered changing it, but that's no fun.) Last night, the dear wife and my sister and I went to go grab some pizza. We went to this little pizza parlor near where we now live, sat down, started looking at deh menu. At this particular establishment, you can order pizza by the slice, w/ whatever toppings your heart desires. When it's time to order, the waitress appears to be one of those hotshots who doesn't have to write anything down. I say she appeared that way not because she looked like she had an exceptional memory, but because... she just didn't bring anything to write on. So since there's no possible way my wife and sister and I could agree on toppings, I order a single slice, and rattle off a few toppings. The wife orders a single slice, and as she rattles off her toppings, mid-sentence the waitress interrupts her and says... "Wait a second yall. Yall looked like large cheese people, didn't think I would have to write anything down", implying that we appeared to be the sort of people that would order a plain, large, cheese pizza. My mind begins to race. What is she trying to say! Are you trying to tell me my family looks plain?! Why not just come out and say it! Where I come from, "yall look like large cheese people" be fightin' words. Anyway, we'll probably go back. The pizza was decent. Pencil Carving Gallery

Deh Aquarium.

So, the wife, 13 students from the English Language School we teach at, our leet bus driver, and I went to the aquarium. Now, I could post lotsa pictures, but, uhh, I didn't take any. Instead, I want to discuss the whale sharks that live in the aquarium, and the cushy lifestyle they enjoy. You who have not been to the aquarium (from hereon out, known as the "unaquariumed", as a commentary on the fact that I dislike the word "unchurched", as is going to church is what we're attempting to achieve in trying to share the Gospel. Hmm it seems I've gotten slightly off-track in these paratheses, I better just close 'em off), the unaquariumed, have not seen the luxury these animals endure. You see, they spend the day swimming around, and twice a day, aquarium workers bring large scoops of krill and dump them near the mouths of the two whale sharks. From there, they just inhale the water and krill, digest the food and flush the water out. I was entertained that the little video made SUCH a big deal that the two whale sharks had different-colored scoops that this food was delivered to them in, and they knew them apart by the color. whatever. ANYWAY, I've decided that is the way to get your daily food intake. Therefore, I'm in the process of trying to find someone to...hmm..."render"... this same service to me each morning and afternoon. Basically, someone would need to get a scoop w/ a long handle on it, then each morning while I shower and each afternoon while I sit in my cubicle, dump a serving of steak over the shower curtain/cubicle wall. I've already asked my wife and coworkers, and they have refused. If you'd like to apply, please post a short comment about why you're suited for this momentous position. thx. Funny link: Shakespeare Insult Kit, thou loggerheaded ill-breeding miscreants!

RECAP: February 20th - 23rd.

As previously promised, it's time for the first Recap of the week. What did we giggle at this week - We giggled at this this week. This is what Eric looked liked ten years ago. We also giggled at how a scizophrenic, fictitious black woman "fought" over the sweet hotness that is me. What did we learn this week - Whew, this week was alot more about learning and less about giggling. The hallmark in things to actually take something away from is certainly my post from yesterday. Other than the fact that I enjoy being an entertainer, it will give you insight to what I think about through the days, and what my goals are. The one post to read this week if you don't read anything else - Again, yesterday's. Make sure to check out the comments too. Feel free to tell me what you think as well, even if you think I'm wrong. Funny link: wee a puzzle!!1

My country, tis of thee...

As I said a long, long time ago, I tend to come down on the critical side of issues and ideas. That is, if I can either be too soft or too harsh on a issue of controversy, too harsh is my tendency. Keep that in mind. That said, today's post is about our great country, the United States of America. The land of opportunity. The land you find yourself living in (unless your Britt), right now. Consider the following situation: There is a horrible car wreck. One car is on fire, and you only have the time to rescue one of the two occupants of the car. You know that one of them is fully aware of their situation, and knows good and well that they will die if they persist in staying in the car. The other is unconscious, and therefore unable to know that the fire is even present and a danger to them. Which person do you attempt to rescue? [for purposes of this discussion, the conscious person is able to get out of the car themselves, should they choose to. There are also a horde of people working to get the conscious person out as well.] Now, this analogy has a few holes in it, but the idea I am trying to convey is this: the people of America represent the person in the car that is fully aware of their situation. They may argue it, fight it till their death, do all they can to deny it, but the facts (that is, the Gospel) are on the table, the writing's on the wall. That is to say, the warning that the way of sin is the way of death is ever-present in the USA. More importantly, the way to faith in Christ is thoroughly published, printed, recorded, it's everywhere. Any person who does not find their way to faith in Christ will not be because there simply wasn't enough information out there about Christ. But that other person, the one who has no idea they are about to perish... they represent the countless peoples of the world outside the U.S. that have no immediate witness to the truth. If they die, it's without faith in Christ, because no one told them that it was an option to them. Do you care? Does this even matter to you? I'm angry. Forget angry. I'm pissed off, physically shaking, in tears. For I care more about getting cable internet service to my new place of residence than about the man who died Christ-less as I type these words. Let's look at this another way. You can argue the theology about what I've said so far. But consider the human needs of these people. They're starving, RIGHT NOW. They're dying of thirst, THIS MOMENT. They are dying and becoming maimed by diseases and conditions that a 15 cent shot of medicine can cure. DOES THIS MATTER TO YOU? Do you even bat an eyelash to any of what I say? HOW DARE I sit here in a air-conditioned cubicle for one minute longer than it takes to have my life and my wife's life where I have no pending financial or moral responsibilities due to anyone (loans, contracts, educations, etc.) and get out of this country. The people here are fed. They are clothed. Even the poor among us have ways to get relief (hell, the poor here are richer than large numbers of the middle class in other places). So that's me. Where does it leave you? Do you see America as your place to live, your place to live out your days in blissfulness? The place where you were raised, married, had your own kids, retire, collect seashells on the beach, and when you die, and present your seashell collection to God as the witness of the last 15 years of your life? (blatantly stolen example from one John Piper). I reject that choice, that lifestyle. I'm done with this country. I would go as far as saying that unless you feel a specific calling to STAY in this country, it is selfish to remain. I mean, if you aren't called to stay in the U.S., and you know the needs of the world and consciously make the decision to not go to the world and instead live in this country, what other word is there to describe your actions? This country is safe, it's comfortable, its a country of lavish luxury. What do any of those things have to do with the life Christ has called us to? I know some of you do feel called to serve in other nations, and are only waiting for the door to be opened for your place to serve, or to finish serving responsibilities and commitments you made in this country. I know some of you feel called to stay here to support those that go and to minister to those who live here. I know others of you have never seriously considered leaving this country for another, and just always assumed this would be your home. Please listen to my plea. I am trying to speak for the oppressed, those who have no voice of their own. They need YOU. If not you, then who? On that note, I am drained. I have said all I can on the topic, and if you feel I am as wrong as the sun is purple, let me know in the comments down there. I said I would be harsh at the beginning, I hope I delivered on that promise enough to reach your heart, but not enough for you to write me off as a nutcase. And if you want more on this topic, and to read an article that greatly influenced me, consider this link. It gives a much more... level-headed view of the topic, and answers common objections: Why You Should Go To The Mission Field. FL: Telephone Songs - If you can't be bothered to read all my words when I actually am writing about something that is meaningful, here's a funny link for you. Go learn to play Frere Jacques on your cellie and leave me be.

Fun Eric Facts

Mind is all dizzied up right now, lots of thoughts. If you want meaningful discussion, roll on over to a recent post by Ms. Gina. 23 delicious comments worth of thoughtful discussion. In the meantime, here's some odd facts that I find entertaining: - When there is a stack of unused styrofoam cups in a public place for usage, I always pull one of the cups midway down the stack. This is especially true if the cups are sitting open side up. I don't know why I do this, I just do. - On my Gmail, I organize my contacts list to a ridiculous degree. I believe Mr. Ben is the only one to ever experience the oddness of it. It's not so much how they are sorted, its more the little informative tags I put for each person. It's almost like if I were to lose my memory and still had access to my email, anyone I would have to interact with, if I knew their name, I could at least wing it for a few days based on the info recorded therein. - I have woman hands. What I mean by this, not that it justifies it at all, is that I don't like my hands being dirty. Even alittle. Slightly. Any dirty, stickiness, grease, whatever, no sir-ee. This wouldn't be a problem if I was a computer guy in a cube farm for some corporation... no... I have to work at a hardware store. Dirtiness-for-your-hands abounds at hardware stores. Woe is me. That's all I got for today, folks. Well, that, and your funny link. Since we're being all introspective today, and stuff, here's somethin' for ya to nibble on: This Is the Title of This Story, Which Is Also Found Several Times in the Story Itself

Gosh!

Not much to say today, other than that I'm the original Napolean. Check that date out. 1996, Bay-bee!

I've been very guarded with that photo, but hey, I can sacrifice dignity for a laugh with the best of them. Funny link: That crazy British Military. This apparently is a spoof of another comic relief video done by Peter Kay. I found the original after some thorough searching, but I think this link is entertaining enough to stand on its own. And I kinda like the song anyway =(. The Royal Dragoon Guards present "Is This The Way To Amarillo?

FFOS Guides - How to read this blog, based on how much free time you have.

The more I blog, and more I learn about people who actually read all these words, the more I realize that some of you simply don't have the time to read all of this. And I understand! I wish you did, but understand you don't! So, with that in mind, I've prepared the following guide to give you guidelines on what you should and shouldn't read, given time constraints.

If you have more free time than you know what to do with, and are looking for stuff to read: Read the whole blippin' thing. All the posts, all the funny links, all the comments. Have little discussions in the comments sections, a dialogue if you will. Sky is deh limit. If you have some free time, maybe able to check the blog two to three times a week: For a given week (well, the 5 days in a week I post), scroll down through them and notice which ones interest/titillate/excite/whatnot you, and read those. Ignore funny links, unless they catch your eye either. ALTERNATIVELY, if you think I sux, open up only the funny links, ignore posts =p. If you are able to check the blog at most once a week: I'm going to start using Friday's as a recap for the previous four dayses posts. It will sort of be a "what did we learn" or "what did we giggle at" post. It should be sufficient to maintain your course credit standings for EFIZ 1980, and much more importantly, allow you to not fall under the wrath of comments such as: "someone hasn't been reading my blooo-ooogg..." or "you make me sad when you don't read my blog, sadface =("

So there you have it. Look for the first Recap this friday! Funny link: Chinese Watermelon Sculpture - further evidence that being azn (third definition) is leet.

Saw a bumper sticker recently...

It said...

Who am I to try and confound such a direct command. So, on that note: One love, one heart Let's get together and feel all right Hear the children crying (One love) Hear the children crying (One heart) Sayin', "Give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel all right." Sayin', "Let's get together and feel all right." Today's funny link is absolutely astounding: The Sequel to Rock, Paper, Saddam, "The Painting". Props to Mr. Allen Harris for graciously providing this powerful link. Here's your teaser for it: Saddam:
Oh, no, it's one of those combo deals. Koran goes in the front, decorating tips in the back.

Re: my parents

So Valentine's Day occured. Not sure exactly when that was, but it happened. The wife and I agreed to move it back to this weekend, after we moved in, given the lovely stressors that entail moving. Given that it was V-Day, my mother sent the wife and I a big ole box of homemade cookies. This rox. What roxed almost as much was the card she sent. The front of it had a black and white photo of these three old ladies. Each of them had a speech bubble over their head, with one saying "How can you tell?", the next saying, "No way!", with the third saying, "I can just tell." The text on the front of the card read, "Bev's friends were amazed with her ability to tell when a man was going 'commando'". The inside of the card read, "Have an amazing Valentine's Day." Wow. What made this more entertaining was what my parents had written on the inside of the card:

Love, Dad and Mom - (I picked the card out!)

So there you have it. While my parents aren't yet quite as awesomely awesome as, say Emma's, they have to start somewhere. And that card was certainly one place to start. Today's funny link details the proper way to write a paper for college: wee.