In an e-mail I was sending to young people I got the word order wrong of 'chat' and 'meet' in this now corrected sentence: "...would love to meet up and chat with you about it". A slight error I think.
Phil: "Mark, can you do a basic introduction to Hungarian for Thursday's meeting about Hungary, you know, just stuff like 'hello', 'goodbye', 'thank you', that sort of thing."
Me: "Why sure Phil, I'd love to do that. I'm always eager to do lots of work."
Thursday Morning:
Me: "Hmmm, I should probably start this language business. I wonder what Wikipedia has to say on the Hungarian Language?"
Wikipedia: "The Hungarian language is a Finno-Ugric language, unrelated to the other languages of Central Europe. As one of the small number of modern European languages which do not belong to the Indo-European language family it has always been of great interest to linguists."
Me: "Gosh"
Unfortunately last week I lost a charity giving betting auction type event (it was confusing) and ended up having to have my legs waxed. The process itself was painful, but it's not nearly the tongue-biting experience everyone makes it out to be. What's worse is the clammy wet feeling all over your legs that you get the next day and then can't shake off. It makes you check your legs every few minutes to see if you've accidentally fallen in a pool of water. Possibly. What's even worse than that is that I can no longer boast about having never done any of those stupid youth worker type "aren't I zany, I dyed my hair green just to make a point about church being so dull" activities.
My last essay is due in today and so I haven't been thinking about writing much this week. However, I have been finding new and fun ways to procrastinate. It turns out you can make alright photos much better if you're willing to spend a few hours cropping.

This photo previously consisted of a lot of sky and dull water and a very small sail boat. Cropp'd!

I like the way the lamp-post cuts this photo in half right down the middle. Well, I say right down the middle, turns out I can't judge these things very well with my eye. Previously this photo contained excessive amounts of blurry Rhiannon so even without the lamp post being dead on that's an improvement. Okay, so maybe all my comedy skills haven't gone. Maybe.

The only interesting bit in this photo was the bit saying "Beck's Motor Lodge". Cropp'd!
To prove I can take photos without needing to crop them though, here's a picture I took of Hope Of The States when they played a few nights ago. In reality, this post has been just there to provide an excuse up to post this photo.
Steve and Jacob were sitting in the pub when all of a sudden Christ came back.
Next week on iamsparticus.com, we discuss the Willennium. Get Jiggy wit it.
So they're making a Left Behind game and Fred Clark has beaten everyone to the first witty response about the game. There's plenty to go around though, so here's my list of theological ludicrousities I've found on the games website:
1 Obscure I know, but it's supported by the accompanying pictures. In fairness none of the events are portrayed like they are good things.
2 I don't think the bible ever uses the expression "the saved". If it did though.
Is it me, or does the new Hope Of The States single Sing It Out have a very similar intro to Kelly Clarkson's Since U Been Gone?
A few things before I start this review. Firstly, I understand that you're jealous that I saw the Foo Fighters live acoustically and you didn't, but you should probably try and get over that. Secondly, for some reason the Ipswich Regent decided that it would be a good idea to take everyone's cameras off them and insist that all phones were switched off. This is a small minded, silly decision and in result I have no decent photos of the night. Thirdly, there were many many people at the gig who could not understand when it was perhaps not the most appropriate timing for clapping, or who could not understand when it was perhaps not the appropriate clapping for the timing. Either way, not so great.
But, those are very minor things, things I just want to get out of the way so that they can be never mentioned again and I can talk about how amazing the concert was without interruptions. Support was Scott Matthews and he was very good if very nervous. He sounds vaguely Jeff Buckley-ish when he sings and so it really throws you when he starts speaking between songs in a really think Brummie accent. The first three and last song were the best, the middle part of the set seemed someone lacking. Very good none-the-less. Next time he might want to tell everyone who he is from the stage though, when he announced "the website is scottmatthewsmusic.co.uk" the "aaaah" from the audience was noticeable.
Then Dave Grohl came on stage after much applause he sat down and with just an acoustic guitar sang "Razor" and the crowd went absolutely silent because this was the greatest thing anyone could ever see. It was very very good. The rest of the Foos joined to finish the song and they then proceeded to laugh and joke and play through every single song off the acoustic album as well as 10 or so other older ones. They played "See You" and "February Stars" and "Next Year" and "Best Of You" and "Everlong" and Dave Grohl was like THAT CLOSE TO ME. Sorry, the excitement may carry me away at this point, but you have to understand that the Foo Fighters played right there and then on the stage in front of me and they were the best thing ever.
If you don't know what the Left Behind series is then congratulations, you're a very lucky person. According to Wikipedia they're "a series of novels by Tim LaHaye and Jerry B. Jenkins, dealing with Christian dispensationalist End Times: pretribulation, premillennial, Christian eschatology viewpoint of the end of the world. " Don't understand that? I don't blame you, most people who read the novels don't understand those terms either and assume that they're standard Christian belief, that they portray what the Bible portrays. Unfortunately this isn't the case, the Left Behind series is based on shockingly bad theology.
The overarching criticism of these books is probably best summed up by one Fred Clark when he says that dispensationalism is "evil, anti-Christian crap" (that, and an entire series of thoughts on the books can be found on his website). One of reasons dispensationalism is so bad is that it requires an 'literal till it breaks down' form of biblical interpretation. Any passage in the bible, regardless of whether it's the story of someone's life, a poem, a dream, a parable or a vision of heaven needs to be treated as literal as possible even if that makes the passage almost nonsense. Except in some cases where you can make out that the bible means whatever it is you want. So when Jeremiah 6:22-23 says:
"Look, an army is coming
from the land of the north;
a great nation is being stirred up
from the ends of the earth.
They are armed with bow and spear;
they are cruel and show no mercy.
They sound like the roaring sea
as they ride on their horses;
they come like men in battle formation
to attack you, O Daughter of Zion."
The Army is read a real literal army, and the North is a real literal nation (Russia is commonly picked, communist scum) but the "armed with bow and spear" bit? That's an image for nuclear weaponry. Let the reader make up his own interpretation.
Anyway, as there is no real grounds for how to interpret the Bible properly lots of division occurs among dispensationalists, not least in regards to how exactly the end times work out. These divisions can get quite heated sometimes with many words written and much energy spent on trying to recruit people to the cause of the one true correct side. Which is how at sometime last week my friend got given a copy of "Survivors", a novelised view of the real way the world is going to end. According to the authors of this novel, what's wrong with the Left Behind series is that they're "pretribulational premillennial dispensationalists", not "posttribunational premillennial dispensationalists". The Left Behind writers are crazy heretics who have lost all hope of eternal salvation and are going to spend eternity in hell because they believe in "pre-" not "post-".
Writers of novels, theologians and the general public: Being willing to condemn a school of theology and everyone associated with it on the basis of it having one prefix of difference from your school of theology is a sure sign that you are very very wrong.
Could someone please tell me why, after a very unconvincing 1 - 0 victory over a not very good side, did the fans of one of the least patriotic countries1 in the world dance in the middle of one of Ipswich's main streets blocking traffic for twenty minutes? If I was being unkind I'd suggest people were taking every opportunity to celebrate in case another didn't come along. As it is I'll just say you might want to pace yourself.
1 By this I mean England, not Britian. And if you don't believe me English people, what did you do this year on April 23?
With the Foo Fighters playing an incredibly rare acoustic gig in short notice in a tiny venue, lots of people missed out on tickets who'd want to go. Therefore eBay touts are raking it in right now. Currently tickets are up to £112 for two which is a sizeable amount over the £60 two are worth. Interestingly they peaked in the first three days when they hit £80 for one, but that may have to do with the venue posting on eBay that they'll cancel any tickets sold online. Regardless, it's interesting to see what people buy and sell stuff for, especially when you're disinterested because you queued up for three hours to get tickets and have no intention of selling them WHATSOEVER.
Here's a much discussed question I thought I'd share with the world: How many Disney Songs can you sing with minimal fudging of words? This is an especially good question to pose if you then ask the person to prove that they know what they're talking about. Putting my money where my mouth is, here is my list of songs I claim to know.
Alright, you do better.
In case anyone wanted to know, here is the UK law regarding toilet facilities at events:
1 toilet for every 120 females
1 toilet for every 600 men and 1 urinal for every 175 men
1 toilet for every 100 females
1 toilet for every 500 men and 1 urinal for every 150 men
Next week on iamsparticus.com: the legal recourses granted to you if you injury yourself whilst playing tiddlywinks.
"What's that?"
"It's a hover toilet"
"Why is that a good idea?"
"Dude, it's a HOVER toilet"
Some things in short order.
Me and Giles went to see Clifton Suspension Bridge yesterday, it's quiet shiny. There were a bunch of climbers going up the side of the gorge which was quite impressive. What I was particularly impressed by is the sign on these flats that uses the word 'opulent' to advertise them. I'm liking the way in which in this day an age opulence can be seen as a good thing.So it turns out that just because iamsparticus.com was closed for a week doesn't mean the world stopped producing comment worthy things for a week.1 If I'd had a website this week, this is what you would have heard:
We're all going to die in the next 100 years!2
Thom Yorke MP3s have slipped out onto the Internet. I have nothing original to say on them but only because my cousin made the best comment when he compared them to The Postal Service. Thom Yorke's solo work is to Radiohead as The Postal Service is to Death Cab For Cutie.
If you've heard the story of the American family on the news who discovered the daughter they'd be looking after for a month was actually another girl and their daughter was dead and buried and thought "good grief that's terrible" then you'd be right. What you probably didn't hear though is that the family has been keeping a weblog of her recovery. It's one of the most powerful things you'll ever read, so I suggest you do it. Now.
So so far we've had bad news for the sake of bad news, good news to cheer us up and poignant news to make us all feel a bit sad again, which means if we're going to stick with the trite news bulletin format we need "bizarre humorous story of the week".
The Foo Fighters are playing Ipswich in a week and a half. What? I KNOW. The world has gone insane and one of the biggest rock bands in the world have decided to play an acoustic gig to 1,750 people five minutes walk from my house. Queuing took four hours, but now I have tickets and you don't. YOU LOSE! And on that note of belittlement, it's probably time for the weather.
1 This is a bug that will apparently be corrected in the next version of me. The bug lies somewhere in the interpretation script that seems to only occur when running in amillenialism mode.
There's joke potential in their somewhere, but let the reader understand.
2 Barring Christ coming back, which could happen now. Or now. Or some time soon. So stand up and lift up your heads, because your redemption is drawing near.
It's Sunday.
I don't want to say much about this right now, because I'm very tired. Needless to say, everything is great and it'll all probably break at the touch of a button. Older stuff may not look there yet because I've haven't pushed the rebuilding through yet. Also, I haven't checked this on Internet Explorer. It'll be fine I'm sure though.
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