In a Galaxy Far, Far, Away...

Well, on Friday I had written out and saved my thoughts on the whole Pluto-isn't-a-planet-anymore controversy, to be re-worded and published later that day (I'm an English major, things have to look good and I was too rushed to approve of my own writing), but alas, I forgot about it until just now. So here's the abridged version of what I was going to write:

1) What the 'H' are they doing to the structure upon which my education was built. Does nothing stay consistent and dependable in this world?!?! (Agonizing sigh here)

2) Remember that cute little rhyme we learned about fourth grade, when we were memorizing all nine planets in our solar system? What was it....? Oh, yes. My Very Educated Mother Just Served Us Nine Pizzas. Take out Pluto, and what will the new rhyme look like? What will Mother make now? Nachos? Nectarines? Oh, what these poor children will go through.

3) I can just see the poor fourth graders now. Yesterday the teacher was talking about nine planets, and today there are only eight? Suddenly an entire planet is gone? Nine year olds can't handle that! I can't handle that!

4) Plus for scientific text book publishing companies: Increased yearly sales in 2006, as all of their authors submit their 27th editions even earlier than expected.

5) Here's the best information I got: National Geographic's got the scoop.

6) Or, if you prefer denial, check out this guy's take on it.

This one's for you, Fuller Student...

Well, we still have not found the DVD remote, but hopes are high around here. Special thanks to David and Tori for blessing us with leftovers of their wedding cheesecake, which I was able to bring home to the delight of four hungry roommates. Even Paulby (name changed to protect the innocent) got to partake in the matrimonial cheesecake, as he was given a sample slice at his birthday picnic today.

Anyway, since this is a special entry just for Josh Serrano, but I ended up talking more about cheesecake in it, I thought I would post a picture from the wedding of Josh and me (eating the cheesecake, of course).

Tag, Josh. You're it! Time to blog something new!

B22 Group Goal #1: Find the DVD remote

Last night at B22... version 2.0

So last night we had to call Cox tech support to get our internet hooked back up (again). Since Sonia was demanding that it be done that second, I made her wait on hold after the automatic voice told me that they were experiencing abnormally excessive calls that night.

So Sonia waited.

Eventually (actually, not too long into it), Sonia couldn't take it any longer and started talking into the phone. Things like, "Pleeeeeeaasseeeee, let me be next," and "Pretty, pretty please, I just need to talk to someone real fast."

During the chants of "SBC! SBC!" Sarah revealed to Sonia that there are people called "quality control" whose job is to listen to five or six people on hold at a time to make sure things are going okay. And as soon as Sonia heard that, she started talking directly to Mr. or Ms. Quality Control person. Soon she was telling jokes, camp jokes, the ones meant to make only us and anybody who's spent over two summers at IHC laugh. Towards the end, she was trying to entice them to talk back. Something like, "Come on! I'm bored, you're bored, just talk to me!"

She pretty much had us in stitches with her comments and jokes, before her eyes got really wide and she started laughing. Covering the phone, she whispered, "They talked to me. She said I'm next!"

Woo-hoo! It's kind of like making the British guards crack a smile. Sonia made the quality control person speak. Victory!

B22 Updates

1) There are flies in our apartment. I came home yesterday, and there were like thirty of those big flies swarming our porch door trying to get home. And I killed every last one of them with country fresh scented Raid. I think Mandy thought I was being a little overdramatic when I told her of the fly fiasco later that night, but she called me this morning while I was at work to ask what the heck was up with all the flies. They're ba-ack. All I have to say is there had better not be thirty more flies in that place when I get home. I will be upset.

2) My new roommate's coming home tomorrow. Yea for Ikea trips and beach days!

3) Starting next weekend we will all be home for good. First town counsel meeting is next Saturday!

Yea for August Birthdays!

I was a little sad that no one was going to be around on my birthday, that all I had to look forward to was a full day at work and a Youth Venture shift that night. But... my amazing friends who are stinking amazing, made my day right off by calling me from camp, via Alicia's cell phone, which is pretty much the only phone that works at camp. So, thanks to all you crazy kids who called me during breakfast and totally made my entire day. You're the best!

Of course, the Youth Venture kids had no mercy on me later that night, even if it was my birthday, although I was in the lead for about half of one of the Halo games until my teammate left. Next week, you guys. Next week.

Retraction

Previously I wrote an entry about how I was mad at a particular book for not giving me the particular ending I was looking for. Let me add a little more detail here. I was upset with said book because it was written by my favoritest author in the entire world but lacked the tone I have come to adore from her. In fact, the book lacked all characteristics that usually make up her books, including, but not limited to, life-changing spiritual experiences and some deep theology woven in.

As I read, I kept expecting the characters to realize their need for God and how foolish they'd been living their live without Him and all that, and by the time I reached the end, and they had not had their stereotypical encounter, I was hopping mad that I had had to read the last quarter of it to just to get the end where nothing I expected happened. It was just... a book. No learning experience. No moral behind the story. Just a book. Granted, it was about sacrificial love and had some good life lessons in it, but it wasn't what I wanted from my favoritest author ever. Thus, the throw across the room.

Well, wouldn't you know, the very next day I came across an interview said author did soon after said book came out. The difference between the book and her other works was addressed, and she explained that this particular book was her way of trying to reach out into the secular world. She hoped to get people who wouldn't necessarily read a "Christian" book to read a regular book that would suck them in and leave them wanting more-- pushing them to the rest of her stellar novels, which are all Christian themed.

Ouch. Don't I feel stupid?

I'm so sorry, Karen Kingsbury. I never should have doubted you.