Sorry I’m late – sheep exploded. Nasty business. Owen makes his apologies at the parish council meeting.
This is too funny….ha!
Ipod ad
I mean seriously, if you are old enough to read, you’re probably sensible enough not to eat an ipod.
Ultimate Street Fighting Video Game
Ok for a while now I’ve been thinking about who I’d like to see in a “Street Fighter” type game or even a “Tekken” type game but instead of original characters who vaguely remind us of our heroes, we would use real tv/movie/real life kung-fu, karate, actiony type people. And then hidden characters could also be available of the not so real nature.
This list is tentative and could grow or have names taken off. The lists order is in no way indicative of importance. It is merely the order they pop out of my brain to the keyboard and to your eyes.
Jackie Chan
Bruce Lee
Samo Hung
Chow Yun Fat
Chuck Norris
Robin Shou
Don “The Dragon” Wilson
Jet Li
Steven Seagall
Jean Claude Van Damme
Michael Dudikoff
David Carradine
Cynthia Rothrock
Billy Drago – I’m still trying to remember why I added him but he’d make a great bad guy.
Wesley Snipes – the man can fight
Michelle Yeoh
Jason Scott Lee
Brandon Lee
Donnie Yen
Lucy Liu
Uma Thurman
Sonny Chiba
Stephen Chow
Al Leong – make this man the ultimate bad guy boss for a change. You know him as the famous evil henchman usually in a minor role but for this game we’ll give him the big part on the same side he is usually on.
Hidden Characters – real or fictional, silly and serious
Chris Farley – Beverly Hills Ninja
Hong Kong Phooey – Number one super guy
Pat Morita
Ninja Turtles?
Shredder?
So anyway anyone I forgot? This list was made kinda quick so I might add some more. Anyone I should remove? Just cause you say so doesn’t mean I will but I’m interested in the thoughts and opinion of others.
Also what about alliances? I’ve picked out a few of my choice villains but who would you make villains and who would you make heroes?
The Cry
I originally wrote this poem in 1992 when I was first saved at Bethel Camp. I remember I felt God wanted me to go to the altar, but I was stubborn. I asked him for a sign to be sure he wanted me to go. Within a second or two of asking the question, my brother Caleb went down to the altar.
I knew then I had to go.
Since then I had fallen away. I chose pleasure and personal desire over what God desired. Somehow I never found myself in such a loss. How had this happened? I had done only what I wanted putting myself first and not God. Then in my loss, God poured his grace on me.
It is with these thoughts that I re-approached this poem and began writing a new ending.
It is more of a story than a poem. It is still, after 15 years, still a work in progress. So am I.
The Cry
by Daniel Birch
© 1992 redone © 2007
Sitting in the loneliness of the night
Wondering to myself is there nothing more?
I’ve taken too many blows this time
My heart is crushed
My soul is finished
I can do nothing for I am bound and with what I do not know
Voices cry out in the dark
Voices of decisions to be made
Selfish choices
Angry choices
Sinful choices
Then another voice calls my name
This one is different from the others. Filled with love and understanding
This voice says,”Give to me your burdens, accept my gift and you will be forgiven.
Call on my name and I’ll be there”
In the distance I can see the light shine.
The light shines on my darkness and I can now see what binds me.
Chains. My chains. Chains of lies, lust, and pride.
Breathe. Try again. These chains were starting to steal my breath.
This was the cost. Each chain forged by choosing my own way.
Try breathing again.
At first it was easy. I did what I wanted and my chains were light.
Each time I pleased myself, or lifted myself a new link was forged.
The very things I took pleasure in doing were the very things killing me.
Struggling to breathe.
I can not pay the price for this. The debt is much too great.
I must call on the one who has offered to take my chains.
I Cried out.
A long and pitiful Cry.
Struggling for the strength to say, “Help me! Forgive me I can bear these chains no more.”
With that I fell to the ground. The weight of the chains, too much to bear.
Footsteps.
A voice.
“The chains will only come off when you give them to me.”
One by one he took my chains. With each one he put on, the weight became less.
Then he took the final one.
“What have you done?” I asked now standing looking upon him for the first time. “Why are you wearing my chains?
“It is finished,” then he breathed his last.
I stumbled away toward the light that was shining on me. What have I done?
This man did nothing. I had committed those wrongs
Closer to light. Was the light a man? Or a man the light?
My vision cleared as I received sight.
It was he who had removed my burden.
“But how?”
He smiled, “Come and see, I am alive”
Alive. I had just seen him die?
“I took your chains. I paid the price. I took on your sin and you took on life.”
“Lord!” I fell in his arms and he caught me. I was forgiven and free.
“Come,” he said, “and follow me.”
Netflix has a glitch
Apparently since I like films based on comic books I should like Happy Feet.
The closest this even gets to my interest is that I like Linux and the mascot for Linux is a penguin. But I don’t think Netflix rates OS’s now.
Flood
My basement flooded this morning. Not much. less than an inch, but still. everything is wet. I believe my filing cabinent is rusty on the bottom. Got to keep an eye on the drywall. Called a plumber to see if he can put in something to stop a sewage/storm water backup. Called an electrician to get electric outlet working for my sump pump.
I wasn’t really trying to put all this off till now, it’s just been busy and money hasn’t been here till recently to pay for some of it.
I got things mopped up a bit. turned on some fans and bought and turned on a dehumidifier.
I then went to work for the rest of the day and tried to fix a computer for mom after that.
Mom’s computer is going to take more work than I can really fix at this point.
hmm.. time for the year verse
Isaiah 40:31
But those who wait on the Lord
Shall renew their strength;
They shall mount up with wings like eagles,
They shall run and not be weary,
They shall walk and not faint.
I came home to find my order of some petra cds came in. Now after a long day I can relax to some rock.
~Perfect~
More on the Ragamuffin Gospel
The Ragamuffin Gospel, which defines ragamuffins as “the burdened, the wobbly and weak-kneed, the inconsistent, unsteady disciples… the smart people who know they are stupid… the honest disciples who admit they are scalawags”.
Found this on Wikipedia. I couldn’t really describe it quite like this myself.
