Does it know?

What the heck is up with some pedestrians that feel compelled to badger the traffic control system? When you walk to a corner and push the button on the streetlight, it sends a signal to the traffic control system to give a "walk" sign with I assume (no jokes) the appropriate amount of time to cross the street. But what if you continue to push that button? Like say continuously. Does the system think: Oh this person's in a hurry, I better hurry up and change the freakin' light. Or does it think: What an ass. No probably not, But I was just wondering. Do you think one push of the button is just as effective as say a million? Maybe that if they are pushing that button when the sign does turn from "Don't Walk" to "Walk" they feel as if they are in control or they accomplished something in their otherwise sorry and out of control lives. . . hmm

In over my head

What the heck was I thinking? I am so completely lost. I am in seminary, just trying to keep from drowning, and it seems that I am doing nothing. It seems that this is Gods little joke, don't talk to Scott and when he gets frustrated enough to want to quit, then give a word to somebody else that will stop him in his tracks. In a fog? No, I'm driving at high speed on a moonless night, in the forest, without brakes, lights, in a vehicle with no defroster, vacuum wipers and it's raining. A wreck seems unavoidable. My priest tells me I need to surrender. I think that I can't take on french lessons at this time. My mind is a mess. I wish I had the faith of that moron with the plywood.

Did I see God?

The other day I was driving down the boulevard, and I looked and thought: "WOW, the only way to just absolutely defy the laws of physics is if that was God". Well on closer inspection, I realized it wasn't God, it was just some idiot driving down the boulevard at about FIFTY M.P.H. with three one inch pieces of plywood on the roof of his sedan. The three four by eight mammoth sheets of plywood were securely fastened to the luggage rack with state-of-the-art, are you ready? Twine! I don't need no stinking truck, I got me my Yugo and a ball of twine. Stand back and watch me kill people. Oh, wait. Nothing could possibly go wrong, even if the single piece of twine stretched across the leading edge of these unbelievably heavy pieces of wood should fail, and at FIFTY M.P.H., the wood should start to fly violently from the top of the afore-mentioned sedan. . .NO PROBLEM, because he was holding them down with his finger tips! What the . . .

I was sucked in...

Sucked, sucked, sucked. First, I was sucked in to this church. With a bunch of wierdo, hand raising, praise song singing, way-too-much-hugging, not-very-Lutheran people.

Then, I was sucked into going to Seminary. (I still don't know how that happened, or how it is going to end up.)

I was sucked into wearing a dress at church. At least I don't have to find a purse to match.

Then I was sucked in to this stupid blogging thing. What the heck is blogging anyway? I figure, there's some weird guy with rectangular glasses and a chicken little haircut sitting in some corner somewhere, laughing his butt off...oh, not you Carsten. Some other guy...