How does a song like “Something in the Air” end up on an album titled More Mellow Sixties?  What’s so mellow about “Hand out the arms and ammo” or “…the revolution’s here” as lyrics?

It’s been a long, long time since I journaled anything about my life.  I’m not willing to look at the date stamp of the last post.  Some things in my life have stayed the same.  For instance, Father Milt gave another excellent homily tonight.  Other things have changed, such as no longer being single.  My plan is to post here again, despite the fact that I’ve mostly migrated to Facebook (due to work obligations).  We’ll see how successful I am at returning to Xanga.  I could definitely use the peace journaling used to give me.  I’ve missed it.  Maybe all of the people who discovered this site will have forgotten it and no longer check it.  I should probably go though each post of the journal and see if it should be public or not. Anyway, I’m not likely to fill in the large gap, but just pick up already in progress.  It’ll be like when Doctor Who relaunched through BBC Wales. 

Thanks to Trollgod for the quiz:

Your BrainHex Class is Mastermind.

Your BrainHex Sub-Class is Mastermind-Achiever.

You like solving puzzles and devising strategies as well as collecting anything you can collect or doing everything you possibly can.

Each BrainHex Class also has an Exception, which describes what you dislike about playing games. Your Exceptions are:

Learn more about your classes and exceptions at BrainHex.com.

Your scores for each of the classes in this test were as follows:

Go to BrainHex.com to learn more about this player model, and the neurobiological research behind it.

“He who considers his work beneath him will be above doing it well.” ~ Alexander Chase

Catholic_Kelly encouraged readers to read up on each day’s saints to better appreciate the Communion of Saints. Another option is Saint of the Day, revised 5th edition, for times when you’re away from the computer.

I know it’s a big jump to go from Halloween 2007 to Easter 2008, but I need to catch up somehow.  Maybe I’ll return to the time inbetween in the future, maybe I won’t.  I know that I need to get back into the swing of things, as I’m losing my ability to fully articulate my thoughts and forgetting the details of the events in my life without journaling them.

As is family tradition, my mother, step-father, and I went to the Easter Vigil mass at our former parish, St. Theresa.  That was our parish when I was in high school, and while we live in different dioceses now, we return togther there every year for Easter Vigil.  Our friend, Matt, is a transitional deacon now.  So he gave his first baptisms at this mass.  It was awesome.  The entire time at Matt he had the complete demenor, vocal intonations, and mannerisms of a priest.  Yet after mass when I talked with him, he was the same old Matt.  How cool is that.  I’m so excited for him. 

Fr. Mike, soon to be our new pastor — replacing Fr Gene who is retiring, gave the homily.  Apparently, he’s stationed at St Theresa through the end of June, before he begins his new position at our parish in July.  It turns out that Fr. Mike is a convert, who never expected to be a convert nor when he converted did he ever expect to become a priest.  He was able to tailor those experiences into an excellent homily, not only for the newly elect, but for all the assembly.  I congradulated Fr. Mike on becoming our new pastor after mass, but he was dismissive.  Hopefully he’ll be better than that as pastor. 

I also had the chance to talk with one of my 8th grade RE instructors and Dave from Game Depot.  I saw Patty briefly, but didn’t get a chance to talk with her.  Dave gave me a hard time, saying that he old ever sees me anymore at the Easter Vigil and at Phx Con Games.  It’s true, but I don’t ever go to the southeast Valley anymore.  I don’t hve a current gaming group over there, and my father and I don’t visit that often.  I should try going over there to visit them, see the Jim Henson exhibit, and see the Walace and Ladmo exhibit.  Some day.  I’m still busy using all my free time painting my house.  Today I tore off the old, worn out carpet on my stairs and painted them. 

I spent the night at my parents’ place, then Mom and I went to my maternal grandparents’ to celebrate my grandmother’s birthday.  We had cake, played games, and otherwise enjoyed socializing. 

Easter Monday my friends and I were going to complete Centicle’s Legion, but Lisa suffered a setback in her recovery from surgery.  The rest of us ended up browsing AZ Mills instead, where I had the first Garcia’s food in many, many years.  Back in the day, it used to be a birthday dinner tradition.  Back when this journal was still paper. 

The Second Sunday of Easter was Divine Mercy Sunday.  It was my turn to lector again, and I ended up needing to do both readings.  Luckily, I always prepare both just in case.  Father Milt gave another excellent homily.

Thanks to Alluveal for the music video:

“Everybody can be great, because anybody can serve.  You don’t have to have a college degree to serve.  You don’t have to make your subject and your verb agree to serve.  You don’t have to know about Plato and Aristotle to serve.  You only need a heart full of grace.  A soul generated by love.”  ~ Martin Luther King, Jr.

I find it humorous that an album titled More Mellow Sixties would include “Something in the Air” by Thunderclap Newman.

So you might recall that before I left for GenCon it was announced that we’d be getting a new associate pastor.  Father Bob was supposed to be introduced at all of the masses the week I was in Indianapolis.  Well the following weekend our pastor and the other priests who preside over masses were all out of town, leaving him the whole parish in only his second week.  What a sudden amount of responsibility, but he seemed to be doing well under the pressure when I saw him at the Sunday evening mass.  He said a wonderful homily as I recall, even if I don’t recall the content these several months later.  It definitely tied into the narrow gate from the gospel reading.  I recall that much.

In the meantime he has been settling into the parish life well.  It turns out that both Fr. Bob and Fr. Milt went to the University of Notre Dame.  In his homeland of Uganda he used to celebrate mass in Parliament once a week, and was even the spiritual director of the nation’s VP, as the nation’s first Chaplain to the Catholic Parliamentarians.  So, as you can imagine, Uganda and Indiana did not prepare him for Phoenix’s heat.  He’s so good natured, however, that he really appreciates the luxury of air conditioning, pizza, and cheese cake. 

Two weekends ago he was similarly left the parish all to himself when all of the other priests were once again out of town.  The deacons were kind enough to assist him, and he did really well again.  Because Father Milt usually handles the Sunday evening mass he was really stressing the lack of EMs before mass.  I tried to assure him that the Sunday evening mass is always (even since I can recall) short on EMs.  They’re scheduled, they just either don’t show up or show up late, so the mass requires a lot of last minute substitutes.  (It’s bad enough that after two years of requests, my mother & I finally caved in and took training to become an Extraordinary Minister of the Eucharist myself.  I haven’t needed to substitute yet, but I’ve only been trained for a month and I’ve been lectoring every other week for the past few months.)  He wasn’t assured until we filled all of the slots with substitutes.  He gave an excellent Right to Life homily, brilliantly tying in the words of Habakkuk, Paul, and Luke with the special collection for Respect Life Sunday.

So, thank you God for bringing our parish another associate pastor.  Fr. Gene isn’t getting any younger.  He keeps discussing retirement more and more each year.  We may not be the biggest parish in the diocese, but we can certainly use a younger priest to assist our pastor.  God Bless Father Bob.

Thanks to septentrio for the quiz:

“Maturity is knowing you were an idiot in the past.” ~ Dora
“If that’s true, then wisdom is knowing that you’ll be an idiot in the future.” ~ Marten
“And common sense is knowing that you should try not to be an idiot NOW.” ~ Faye
Questionable Content #976: “Dora Dharma” by Jeph Jacques

Ever notice how critics love to mislead and misinform?  This review of 300 is a great example.  The reviewer starts by claiming that 300 is a remake of a previous movie.  It’s only much later in the article that he finally admits that the film is actually based on a Frank Miller comic book miniseries.  That stuff really annoys me.

I noticed that for some reason Friday’s entry was listed as Private for some reason.  I don’t do Private entries, and that one was certainly never intended for Protected.  I wonder how I did that.  Oh well, it’s fixed now. 

Thursday was the 3rd anniversary of Mike‘s passing.  Kitty and Travis set up a memorial dinner at Bill Johnson’s Big Apple.  I was asked if anyone else should be invited.  I thought of a few people, but the only one that I stay in regular contact with and that lives locally still was Wayne.  I was worried that he might bring up his Shadowfist thing with Trav, but I also knew that he’d be hurt if we had a memorial and didn’t invite him.  Rusty OKed it, but weren’t we all surprised when we showed up Saturday evening and Wayne had Eric with him.  Eric never even met Mike.  Luckily, no one made a scene over it all.  It was good to see everybody again, and it was nice to remember our great friend.  We all shared a funny memory of Mike, except Travis who begged to have more time to think of something.

Afterward, Monte needed a computer file from Rusty.  We stayed up way too late trying to get him a copy and still never got one for him.  I slept in rather late the next morning, and arrived rather late to visit my grandmother in the care center.  She was happy to see me, but I could tell that she was drugged somewhat.  After visiting with her I rode over to mass.  Fr. Milt gave the homily, and afterward he was kind enough to bless a new rosary for my grandmother.  My mother had wanted to purchase the large wooden rosary last week, but the gift shop was closed.  It was open this week, so I picked it up for her. 

We gave it to my grandmother today, who was quite pleased.  The rosary’s big beads will be easy for her now that she can’t use her left hand and has to use her off-hand for everything.  She was also pleased that Father Milton had blessed it for her.  My grandmother was in much better health and spirits today when I saw her.  She was able to do 50 steps before sitting down, and did 4 such sets today.  She also had all of the tubes out of her and was wearing her own clothes.  She sounded like she was going to do everything within her power to escape as soon as possible.  Unfortunately, the doorways in her home are probably too small for her with her new cane and knitting bones.  I guess we all have a few days to figure it all out.

After that my mother, stepfather, and I met at my parish to enjoy a Christian Seder meal.  That was a really great experience.  I’d always missed previous Christian Seders at my parish because they’re always held on weekdays.  They do a bit of education mixed with the meal.  There were families of all ages, and everyone seemed to learn and have a great time.  The food was excellent.  I definately would love to do it again next year.

Thanks to jada_marnew for the quiz:

You Are: 50% Dog, 50% Cat

You are a nice blend of cat and dog. You’re playful but not too needy. And you’re friendly but careful. And while you have your moody moments, you’re too happy to stay upset for long.

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You Are a Centaur

In general, you are a very cautious and reserved person. However, you are also warm hearted, and you enjoy helping others in practical ways. You are a great teacher, and you are really good at helping people get their lives in order. You are very intuitive, and you go with your gut. You make good decisions easily.

“Quality is never an accident.  It represents the wise choice of many alternatives.” ~Willa Foster

So many people give flowers without knowing the Language of Flowers.  It’s become a lost art.

This past week has been interesting.  Wednesday night, while we were trying to close down at work, the power went out.  That made things rather difficult.  I find out that the whole block is out, due to a fire at the nearby acrylic spa retailer.  That’s right, another major fire on the same block in less than a year.  It was on all of the news stations, despite not being as major of a fire, because the fire took out the transformer for the area.  That meant that the traffic signals for the interstate were out, causing major traffic delays.  My mom called me that night to make sure I was alright.  I guess several witnesses saw a transient throw something burning over the fense and onto a pile of vinyl spa covers. 

Thursday, a couple decided that they had to leave our store before they were finished browsing because they had just heard the news that some woman had died.  When I didn’t register the name, they seemed kind of surprised.  Apparently, she’s big news, but I hadn’t heard of her until then.  I notice that she seems to be in the news a lot now, but as it’s not really news I just tune it out.  It just seems to be some of that filler news that the news media creates.  I monitored news for a living long enough to recognise non-news when I hear it.  Unlike print news media, audio and audio/visual news media can’t change the length/size of it’s broadcast to match the quantity of the news available.  So they create filler news for the rest, which they can easily drop should real news pop up. 

The sad thing is that people actually invest themselves into such non-news.  People die every day.  Read the obituaries some time.  All ages and walks of life die every day.  Each is its own story, but do you see audio and/or audio/visual news media covering the obits?  Nope, just the few they decide are somehow more important than the rest.

Saturday after work I helped haul desks around town.  In exchange I got to unload an old computer desk I haven’t used since I had possession of the LepreCon Program computer.  Today I took advantage of the extra space and reorganized the entire living room.  It has a lot more open space now. 

Sunday my mother and I brought In-N-Out Burger to my grandparents.  We hung out and played golf (a card game using two decks of standard playing cards shuffled together) and Mexican Train Dominoes.  Afterwards my mother attended mass with me.  She spoke with Fr. Milt after mass about the actual condition of her parents, who apparently try to downplay things to him. 

After work yesterday I stopped by Mike’s to catch Heroes:  the Best Show on Television.  He’s finding the number of interpersonal relationships to be breaking his suspension of disbelief.  This despite the things he’s tried to get away with for his role playing characters.  This despite the many superhero comics, movies, and television shows he’s seen.  I’m not finding any of it hard to believe.  Truth is often stranger than fiction.  Look at the NASA love triangle fiasco from last week!

Tomorrow is Arizona Statehood Day.  I wish all Arizonans a wonderful day. 

You Are 68% Gentleman

You are definitely a gentleman. You’re very considerate and you have excellent manners. Occasionally, you slip and do something foolish… but usually no one notices!

“Kind words can be short and easy to speak, but their echoes are truly endless.” ~Mother Teresa

With all the major sporting events going on today, I thought I’d let people know:  What is a Knickerbocker?<

Mass this evening was emptier than I’ve seen it for a SuperBowl Sunday.  And that’s saying something.  Mass was over in 45-50 minutes, and that’s with a longer than average homily.  We had that few for Communion.

ABC’s Perspective covered The Blasphemy Challenge today.  Apparently it’s a lot worse than I thought.  The folks behind it are paying for ads on web sites targeting teens.  Both the lady and the guy behind it shared how they were both tired of the condemnation within Christianity, so they started an atheist radio show under assumed names.  Even now, they claim to get death threats.  Why do so many people spread fear and hate in the name of Love?

Thanks to Footprints, I discovered someone in Ohio reading this site through MaxStealth.com.  It seems obvious now that I’ve seen it, but I never realized that people’d bother with making web site reading anonymous.  Hello anonymous reader(s)!  I don’t know why you’d need to read this site anonymously.  All Public posts are Public for a reason.  I choose to assume that all Public Posts could be read at any time by any people I might know, might know me, or even might know of me in the past, present, or future. 

Monte had us watch Lifeforce on Saturday night.  It was interesting seeing the parallels between it and X-Men 2. 

Friday Bill had Jay and I over for Earthshock and pizza.  I actually stayed awake through the whole episode!  I recalled parts of it from previous viewings, but now it all makes sense.  :^)  Unfortunately, I stayed up too late for a Friday, and got to work a few minutes late.  I barely got the store open in time.  :^(  Luckily, no one seemed to notice.  :^)

Speaking of work, we’re so understaffed right now that I’m stuck with a Monday and Wednesday through Sunday schedule.  That’s the first time in all of these years I’ve been switched for more than just a single occassion.  It’s less than optimal, as I won’t be able to attend Parish Time tomorrow (and potentially the rest of the year).  It also means that work is rather hosed by my submitted time off for Presidents’s Day.  Hopefully, people will be hired and trained asap.

Hamster You scored 52 Loyalty, 49 Affection, 64 Spontaneity, and 57 Demeanor!

Although you aren’t particularly affectionate, you are pretty loyal, mainly because the last time you broke out of your cage, you ended up in the toilet, and the view was terrible. Not wanting to repeat that set of circumstances, you tend to stick close to home and close to your humans, or at least, close enough to see where they are stepping so that you don’t end up like your paralytic Uncle Marvin. You love running your little hamster course, especially since you always forget its layout and each run is like a new course. Sometimes you will just dive off and into the exercise section of the cage and go for a nice, long hamster wheel run. Altough a pretty nice hamster, you aren’t a big hugger, again, mainly because of all the injuries you have witnessed in your little hamster life from humans who don’t understand their own strength.

“Joy is the most infallible sign of the presence of God.” ~Teilhard de Chardin

Respect His Holy Name

One of my favourite songs from White Christmas is “Count Your Blessings Instead of Sheep”.  Maybe because I don’t prayerfully thank Jesus for all of my blessings as often as I should.  The best gift I received this season wasn’t even material.  That doesn’t mean that I don’t appreciate the many useful and/or spiffy-cool material gifts I have received.  I don’t think I got a bad gift this year, which I can’t honestly say about every year. 

Christmas celebrations started early this year.  On Friday, our Doctor Who group gathered to watch the back-to-back two-part season finale.  Despite no prior notification, several of us had gifts ready for each other.  Da was in town, down from Tucson, and didn’t miss out on the action.  On Saturday, Steve was down from Vegas.  So he and Wayne showed up for a small social gathering instead of our usual Dark Sun campaign.  Several of us also had gifts ready for each other, despiate no prior notification as well.  It’s humourous how groups of friends can be similar yet different.

Yesterday my maternal grandfather, mother, and I attended Christmas Eve mass at St. Raphael.  They had a new icon of St. Raphael behind the altar, so between that and the tapestry which dates back to when my biological parents and I were still parishoners, there are two totally different representations of St. Raphael in the church building now.  The tapestry used to be behind the altar, but was moved by the previous pastor who felt a crusafix belonged there.  Now the crusafix hangs above the altar with the new icon on the wall behind.  The tapestry remains where is was moved years ago, behind the choir.  It’s been interesting to watch the parish change in small and big ways over the years. 

Father Milt was the presider.  Because he works at both my grandparents’ parish and my parish, it’s like he’s the family priest.  I know he’s the favourite of my mother and grandmother.  I know I don’t believe in having favourites, but he is certainly the priest who connects with parishoners the most of any I’ve ever seen.  I’m sure if I ever contemplated marriage my family would want him to preside over the sacrament.  He asked about my grandmother, and spoke to each of us before mass.  That made Grandma happy when she heard that.

After mass, my grandparents hosted a small little gift exchange and light supper with my parents and I.  For the first time in memory, we did our gifts on Christmas Eve rather than Christmas Morn.  Today we returned, as my mother and I cooked dinner for the five of us.  Everything went well, although my grandmother seemed annoyed with herself in how little she could eat and how tired she was.  She’s not very patient with the effects of the chemo. 

So as I look back, I see that I am blessed with wonderful friends and family who love one another very much.  What more could a man want?  Thank you, Lord.

It’s not the best of Star Wars quizes, but I thought it serendipitous that I had received a MR mini-replica of Obi-Wan’s blade as one of my Christmas gifts and here I am quized out as Obi-Wan:

Male Jedi You scored 0% Dark side, 85% Light side, 63% Male, and 0% Female!

hmm…. strong powers of light in you, I sense.

“You will find as you look back upon your life that the moments when you have really lived are the moments when you have done things in the spirit of love.” ~Harry Drummond

D&D in Nissan?

So, I’ve (obviously) been ultra busy these past few weeks.  I posted a mini-recap as a comment-reply in my last entry.  I just posted some pics from Hexacon XVI on my lj.  I still haven’t successfully attended choir practice more than once, so I’m going to just give up on that.  Supernatural Thursdays and Doctor Who Fridays are still a fun chance to hang out with my friends, and we’ve played a couple more sessions of Chaos Out of Order on Saturdays. 

Father Milt asked me a couple of Sundays ago whether or not the Psalm we were practicing for mass was the same as the week before, and I couldn’t even recall.  Which made me question,  does going to 8am mass even count if I can’t even recall it a week later?  I guess the intent was good, but they say the road to hell is paved with such as those.  So what do I do the next week?  Go to 9:30am mass, which I can barely recall a week later.  Perhaps it’s just a sign of being too busy, but I suspect it’s because I chose to do mass when I have to get up early.  So what do I do to fix the situation, lose more sleep and blog it or quit going to morning masses?  I mean, obviously I can’t control when my cousin visits Arizona, but I could choose to leave a convention (such as Hexacon XVI) early instead of allowing myself time for events to go over their timeblocks.  I’ve done that so I don’t have to accidentally show up late for mass or disrupt people by leaving an event running over.  I dunno, it’s obviously something that needs rethinking. 

Mondays I’ve been still watching Heroes, the best show on television.  Even the other week when I had to work on Monday, Monte was kind enough to let me stop by his place on the way home from work so I wouldn’t miss the episode.  He watches it, too, so it wasn’t too much of an inposition.  He even cooked up a good chicken-pork mix for our dinner.  Last Monday was also Parish Time before Heroes.  I baked anise cookies (using leaf and acorn cookie cutters) with caramel sprinkles for the occassion.    We discussed Wisdom, Work, and Worship and what elements of Catholicism fall under each category.

My mother and I went to Chuy’s for her birthday last month.  She enjoyed her card (which referenced angel food cake, her preferred birthday cake) and a mini-deck of cards I’d purchased for her during our last visit to Disneyland.  She had recently retired her last well-used mini-deck of cards, so it was perfect timing. 

My cousin was in town from Wilkes-Barre on business, but my grandparents held a picnic for him with my parents, niece, and I in attendance.  My cousin from Tucson was disappointed that she couldn’t make it, but the rest of us had a great time.  We all had to miss his wedding in Syracuse the other year, so we pestered him with various questions which he was gracious enough to answer.

For Halloween Jay ran the new Expedition to Castle Ravenloft adventure.  Bill made a 9th level elven fighter, Da made a 9th level dwarven cleric of Temmanon, and I made a 9th level monk.  It was quite fun, and it was great to do a Halloween game again. 

Elections kept me busy, too.  We had a four page ballot, with lots of candidates and propositions.  As soon as Hexacon was over I went into overdrive learning all I could, reading every candidate statement, researching every write-in candidate, reading every proposition, et cetera.  Of course, as happens in a democracy, only some of the people and propositions went my way. 

You are a Social Liberal (60% permissive) and an… Economic Liberal (11% permissive) You are best described as a: Socialist Link: The Politics Test on OkCupid Free Online Dating Also: The OkCupid Dating Persona Test

“Great minds discuss ideas, Average minds discuss events, Small minds discuss people.” ~Unknown

What does the “10/6″ mean on the Mad Hatter’s hat from Lewis Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland?

I keep wanting to make time to post, but life just keeps me busy. Here’s a recap of recent events.

The Saturday group was kind enough to let me cancel last weekend’s Chaos Out of Order session so I could go to a last minute birthday party for a friend. The host family had been sick for over a week, and thus were only able to give a five day notice. Unfortunately, that meant that besides the hosts, the guest, and I, only one other showed up–and he showed up with his son and new girlfriend in tow close to midnight! I guess he had had another party commitment the same night and tried to do both. The rest of those invited were unable to attend.

We still had a great dinner, played some Guillotine and Torches and Pitchforks, Guillotine was one of the birthday gifts our hosts had given, and the guest of honour seemed to enjoy it. I think she was a little bummed so few people showed up, but she did appeciate the fact that at least some of us were there. Hopefully the ladies had a good time the next day, at the spa.

The last few Wednesday nights I have tried to go to Choir practice after work. I’ve been arriving as cars leave the parking lot, and the church is already locked up and dark. It’s yet another example of how I forget when calculating commute time that I’m not as fast as I was before I was injured. I’ll try a few more times, and if it keeps up, then I’ll just have to respectly decline the offer of joining the choir.

Our Doctor Who Fridays have resumed on SciFi Channel, so we’ve been watching the new season of Doctor Who the last two Fridays. The first week of the season they showed the first two episodes, just like last season. That kept us up way too late for a work night. Luckily, just like last season they’re only showing an episode a week thereafter, allowing for a reasonable bedtime. All three episodes have been fantastic, despite the obvious change in tone and direction with the new Doctor this season. It’s been interesting how they’ve been preparing audiences for the Torchwood spinoff these last two seasons. I hope it airs here in the States.

It was good seeing everybody together again, at least the first week. Da was back in town from Tucson and even B was willing to drive from his side of town for the occassion. Asked to bring a vegetable sidedish, I opted to try my hand at carmelized leeks over green tea noodles. Da and BJ seemed to enjoy them, but Kim (not much for many various vegetables) isn’t likely to eat leeks again. By comparison, it was just Jay, Kim, and I this weekend. Even Lisa was out of town this week. Next week I’ll miss out, due to Hexacon XVI. That’s too bad, as I was always a big SJS fan.

This Saturday we resumed Chaos Out of Order. I miscalulated my d20 level progression. I was thinking people level at 1, 3, 6, 12, 24, et cetera, but it’s actually 1, 3, 6, 10, 15, 21, 28, et cetera. I thought maybe people were leveling too fast. Oh well, thank goodness Rusty caught me on that. We’re finally into a stretch of downtime, which is good since we won’t be playing next weekend during Hexacon.

Last Sunday my mom visisted for a game day. We hadn’t played (other than at my grandparents’ place) in a long time. So we played a game of Torches and Pitchforks and a game of The Game of Life:  A Jedi’s Path.  Afterwards, we went to mass, where I was the first lector and Father Milt gave another of his great homilies.  He reminded us that the gospel message applies to the election season and how we vote for candidates and propositions.  This Sunday I worked on some last minute DAL and KLA items for Hexacon before attending mass with another of Fr. Milt’s homilies.  He spoke of the importance marriage, the importance of working on a marriage from within, and working on a marriage from without by the community–married or single. 

Last Monday I attended the first session of Parish Time for the season, our parish’s continuing religious education for all ages.  We covered the Sign of the Cross before the children went off to their various grade levels.  Then the teens and adults broke into small groups and watched a film and answered questions related to each segment.  After I got home I made sure to tune into the what was left of Heroes, the best show on television.  This Monday I attended another DAL3/KLA1 meeting before coming home to watch Heroes, still the best show television.  If you can watch only one show, watch Heroes.

This weekend is Hexacon, so don’t expect me to return until after the madness is at an end.  Have a happy Friday the 13th everyone. 

“You’re only given a little spark of madness. You mustn’t lose it.” ~Robin Williams