Parable of the Rich Family In Church

Trying to keep my temper and my attitude pointed in the right directions. Craziness going on (internets and elsewhere) is not helping.

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Also trying to avoid procrasting in an unhelpful manner. Yet here it is, already after 1 pm.

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A tale, a fable, a parable...

The Rich Family In Church

(http://www.mikeysfunnies.com/archive/richFamily/)

The Rich Family In Church
By Eddie Ogan

I'll never forget Easter 1946. I was 14, my little sister Ocy was 12, and my older sister Darlene 16. We lived at home with our mother, and the four of us knew what it was to do without many things. My dad had died five years before, leaving Mom with seven school kids to raise and no money.

Noah

Dear Blogspot: get a freaking clue and put in a cut command WITH A FREAKING END TAG. Thank you.

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Learned how to pronounce (badly) molon labe today.  A cancelled appointment opened up a good four hours for studying. Sun is out and shining. Life is good.

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Memory Is A Tricky Thing, #187: I read the Baen Fantasy Contest guidelines the other day, and could have sworn the line went “political drama where nothing happens” and not ( as it currently reads) “political drama without any action.”

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'Go sir, gallop, and don't forget that the world was made in six days. You can ask me for anything you like, except time.' - Napoleon

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Thoughts on the movie Noah -

Short version: I saw, twice. I liked.  Thought it was fairly scripturally sound, and that the variation from Genius were more like the difference within the Synotic Gospels than the differences between those recitations and that of John. Wonderful special effects, thought the actors really brought out the humanity of the characters.

Long version: