Sunday, December 31, 2006

Christmas!

Okay, so I'm finally gonna get to blogging what I got for Christmas.

First off, we stayed at my Grandma's for three days over Christmas. We opened our presents, and then my Uncle, his wife, and my cousins (one with his girlfriend) arrived.

I guess I'll just plunge in now:

Lego Armored Ofnir Dragon vs. Viking Double Catapult (from my Grandma)
Lego Viking Ship vs. the Midgard Serpent (from my parents)
Celtic Woman concert DVD (from my whole family)
Celtic Woman: A New Journey CD* (from my sister)
Civil War Matthew Brady Photograph Calendar (from my Grandma)
Castles Calendar (from my Dad)**
Two $25 gift certificates to Borders (from my Aunt and Uncle)***
$50 in cash (from my Dad)
"S" shaped notepad [for my name, it's like a post-it note pad] (from my sister)

And...wasn't that it? I'll post again if I remember.

Now, today I was finally able to get away from Mervyn's (I haven't had a day off since Christmas day, and all days but the 26th have been eight hours or more), and went to Borders. Here's what I got:

Mort Kunstler Civil War Paintings Calendar
Diary of an Airborne Ranger, by Frank Johnson
The Pacific War, Daniel Marston (ed.)
Beowulf, Seamus Heaney (trans.)****

And since they had a special deal at the bookstore today (buy three get one free!), I got Campaigns of World War II Day By Day by Chris Bishop and Chris McNab for free. And I still have $10 left over!

Okay...now to the $50 in cash...yesterday I placed an order at Vision Forum, my favorite store in the world. I just found a $10 off coupon a few days ago, plus they were having a big clearance sale (still are, if I'm not incorrect. Might want to go check it out...www.visionforum.com...8-) ). So, I bought:

Coming In on a Wing and a Prayer, by Kelly Brown (now Kelly Bradrick)
College Without Compromise, by Scott and Kris Wightman
From Bull Run to Appomattox: A Boy's View, by Luther W. Hopkins
The Great Dinosaur Mystery Solved! by Ken Ham
Yankees vs. Rebels audio CD (lecture by William Potter)
Women and Children First! audio CD (lecture by Douglas W. Phillips)*****
Making Wise Decisions About College audio CD (lecture by Douglas W. Phillips)

I shoppum well...me saved tons, big chiefum! ;-)

So, I guess that's it...some nice stuff, eh? Well, lemme know whatcha think of it all!

Bye now!


*This CD is yet to be released (it will be on the 30th of January), but she preordered it for me anyways to insure that I would be able to have it when it came out (which might not have happened if we hadn't done it now).

**This one includes a samurai castle--OOOHH!!!!!!

***This was a real surprise, as I wasn't even expecting a single thing. It was really, really kind.

****I've been wanting this for a very long time. It's a medieval poem about Beowulf, a warrior who kills the dragon Grendel (an obvious dinosaur), Grendel's mother, and other monsters. I love those actual from-the-period thinga-ma-bobs!!

*****Acting President and Founder of The Vision Forum, Inc.

Saturday, December 30, 2006

Video of Saddam Hussein's Death

Make sure you are ready to watch this before you do.

Some of my readers might not want to.

It is done...

They finally did it. Well, we'll see what happens next.

Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Dates...

Today Bastogne was relieved, and is also the birthday anniversaries of Kepler and Pasteur.

Check it out!

Tuesday, December 26, 2006

Hello all!

Okay, so I'm back from work...

An update on news. Somalia, a Muslim nation, has apparently been picking on Ethiopia, which is also apparently a Christian nation (I didn't know all this). Well, as I read in the paper on Christmas day, Ethiopia is striking back, and the Somalians are reeling back. My first inclination...to get an Ethiopian flag pin and wear it! (I wore an Israeli flag during their war with Palestine in July of this year).

Check it out here:
http://www.cnn.com/2006/WORLD/africa/12/26/somalia.ap/index.html
(From this article it would seem that some Somalis are fighting the Islamic militia as well.)

We should have dealt with Somalia when we had the chance. We went so far as to try to capture the warlord Aidid in the famous "Black Hawk Down" incident over ten years ago. Okay, so we failed that, and many of our men died. But why did Clinton the Coward then decide, after we'd gone to all that trouble, to back out and let Aidid go free as well all of the Somalians who fought and killed our Army Rangers? Who mutilated our men, and drug them in the streets?

I wish Ethiopia all the best of luck. Wait, no. I wish them Godspeed.

And now to science news...fellow blogger Lady of Longbourn actually beat me to this (hey, I wasn't home!), but here it is anyways:

http://nationalgeographic.com/news/2006/12/061222-giant-squid.html

It's absolutely breathtaking. Never before have I, or any other man for that matter, been able to look into the eyes of this...creation of our Lord's.

It's enough to take your breath away.

RETURN!!!!!

I have returned!!!

On December 26th, 2006, I slogged ashore on the island of Home House in the Phillipines, finally fulfilling my promise given at the time I was ordered to flee from Corregidor....okay, so I guess I won't convince anyone that I'm really General MacArthur, but I can dream, can't I? ;-)

Anyways, I'm back. Expect a real post later on about Christmas. In the meantime, I have to work tonight.

Hope you all had the best day ever yesterday!

Saturday, December 23, 2006

A note...

Hi there!

I just wanted to let everyone know that I'm going to be gone tommorrow morning (I'm visiting with family) and won't be back until after Christmas (the 26th). Every day after that I will be working eight hours a day, so, basically, you won't see much of me at all until probably about Sunday the 31st or later.

I'll miss you guys! See ya later, love you all, and have a very Merry Christmas!

Spencer

Thursday, December 21, 2006

Women...

My belief about the protection of women is something that I will never surrender. It is my weapon. It is my sword. If I die with it, you would not be able to pry it from my cold, dead hands. It is my passion. It is my life. It is my death. It is who I am.

Sauropods did not employ the use of gastroliths!?!??

At first I was kind of...numb about this. How can this be? The paleontological community has believed that sauropod dinosaurs did indeed possess "gastric mills" for so long that we, or at least I, have accepted it as a given. What else could the mass of polished stones found in the body cavity of sauropod dinosaurs be? But before we toss out all the textbooks, let's examine a few things here....

First of all, they did this experiment (the one dealing with the ostrich farm--see article) using birds. This is due to the Evolutionary bias the the idea that birds evolved from dinosaurs, and, as some contend, even are dinosaurs. I strongly believe in comparative anatomy and don't necessarily object to the use of birds in comparisons for positations, but I don't think anything can be seen as definite. These sorts of studies must be taken with a grain of salt. After all, it's not exactly something that can be proven by scientific methods. (Dare I bring up Mokele-mbembe here?) I'd like to see a study done on crocodilian gastroliths.

Second, I find it rather...well, let's say weak, to assume that these sauropods accidentally gulped down stones as they ate. Let's remember that sauropods are widely considered to be browsers (or are we going to throw that one out the laboratory window too?), and they had very small mouths in proportion to their bodies. I don't find it very likely that these dinosaurs maniacally chowed down on any and all food in their way, swallowing up other matter as they went. It seems to me that their mouths were more designed for selective, or at least pseudo-selective feeding. I mean, they most likely ate green plant matter, and probably didn't swallow whole trees like in the famous early dinosaur cartoon Gertie. (Okay, so that's exaggerating.) Where do stones come from? The ground. Sauropods are tall. They likely ate plant matter that is higher up. Of course, that doesn't eliminate the possibility that they came down to dine every once in a while, but it just doesn't ring as a very solid explanation for all the stones found in sauropod skeletons over the years, at least not to me.

Plus, most stones are stuck in the ground, and are not found lying about loose all that often. I don't think it there is much in the ground that would entice them to gobble at the dirt, either. Besides, their teeth don't seem to be designed as digging tools.

To be fair, the paper did point out that there could be other explanations for the existence of these "stomach stones," but, I've yet to see one all that convincing yet. We already have examples of gastroliths in modern animals...maybe I'm just ignorant, but I'd like to see some good, well-established examples of animals ingesting stones purely to benefit from the minerals, (if there are any). I don't find it particularly compelling that the relative size of the stone gatherings are smaller in sauropods as in ostriches, either.

If anything, the findings about the unpolished nature of the stomach stones is the most interesting, and potentially useful, piece of evidence, in my opinion. But everyone knows about Mohs' Hardness Scale, perhaps that has something to do with it? Call me stubborn and hopelessly old-school, but I won't be 100% convinced about even that little "fact" until a full study is done on the stones themselves and their respective attributes, the grinding actions of the gut, and other possible factors.

So maybe they really are gastroliths? Maybe they aren't. Who knows? I'm just not sold on this one just now. At least, not yet.

Dr. Paleo signing off.

ABC's "Wife Swap" Wants AFOLs?

This has got to be one of the wierdest things to occur in the AFOL world in a while.

They did this to Jennie Chancey of LAF (Ladies Against Feminism - http://ladiesagainstfeminism.org/), and she declined too.

I agree with what those at TBB (The Brothers' Brick) are saying completely. I don't watch the show, but have seen some, and that is more than enough to say that I think it's awful. It is a freak show. They do make everyone look like cooky whacks. They'd only try to make us Lego fans look like crazy, immature retards, and they probably would do a pretty good job of it, to.

But you know what? The thing that bothers me the most, is that they insult and make fun of Biblical values, homeschooling families, and just the whole family thing. And swapping wives? HE-LLO! What is the definition of adultery these days?

First they attack my God, and now they're attacking my hobby? I got something for you, ABC...you should know better than to expect us to co-operate with you.

Sorry, but you're just to attack us with this. Try again. Because, in me, you've got opposition every step of the way.

8 Marines face charges in Haditha killings

I would never condone the killing of innocent civilians, but, somehow, I can't accept what these officials are saying just because they are officials. If it's true then that's too bad, but part of me knows that this is war, and the enemy acts like civilians. Couldn't it just have been an accident? Who says they weren't terrorists anyway?

No matter what, I find it pretty sad that the journalists and the world liberals, who have never seen a day in combat, will judge these men.

Sunday, December 17, 2006

A Different View of The Night Before Christmas

Although I want every one of my readers to know that I despise Santa Claus, the lies that parents tell their poor children about him, and the entire concept so created by the Evil One, I'd like to post this wonderful poem, shown me by a friend of mine. I think we can overlook the Santa part here...for our boys.

TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS,
HE LIVED ALL ALONE,
IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF
PLASTER AND STONE.

I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY
WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,
AND TO SEE JUST WHO
IN THIS HOME DID LIVE.

I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,
A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,
NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS,
NOT EVEN A TREE.

NO STOCKING BY MANTLE,
JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,
ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES
OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.

WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,
AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,
A SOBER THOUGHT
CAME THROUGH MY MIND.

FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT,
IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,
I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER,
ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.

THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING,
SILENT, ALONE,
CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR
IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.

THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,
THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER,
NOT HOW I PICTURED
A UNITED STATES SOLDIER.

WAS THIS THE HERO
OF WHOM I'D JUST READ?
CURLED UP ON A PONCHO,
THE FLOOR FOR A BED?

I REALIZED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,
OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS
WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.

SOON ROUND THE WORLD,
THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,
AND GROWNUPS WOULD
CELEBRATE A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.

THEY ALL ENJOYED
FREEDOM EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,
BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS,
LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.

I COULDN'T HELP WONDER
HOW MANY LAY ALONE,
ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE
IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.

THE VERY THOUGHT
BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE,
I DROPPED TO MY KNEES
AND STARTED TO CRY.

THE SOLDIER AWAKENED
AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,
"SANTA DON'T CRY,
THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE;

I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM,
I DON'T ASK FOR MORE,
MY LIFE IS MY GOD,
MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS."

THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER
AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP,
I COULDN'T CONTROL IT,
I CONTINUED TO WEEP.

I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS,
SO SILENT AND STILL
AND WE BOTH SHIVERED
FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL.

I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE
ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,
THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR
SO WILLING TO FIGHT.

THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,
WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,
WHISPERED, "CARRY ON SANTA,
IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE."

ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH,
AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.
"MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND,
AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT."

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Volcanic blast likely killed and preserved juvenile fossil plesiosaur found in Antarctica

Excerpt:
"...The researchers speculate volcanism similar to the massive eruption of Mt. St. Helens in Washington in 1980, may have caused the animal's death. Excavation turned up volcanic ash beds layered within the shallow marine sands at the site, and chunks of ash were found with plant material inside. That suggests a major blow-down of trees as was observed when Mt. St. Helens erupted. Either the blast or ash dumped into the ocean, the scientists say, may have caused the baby's demise. Moreover, silica released from the ash allowed spectacular preservation of the skeleton...." [Emphasis mine.]

Really? No! Volcanic plus ocean environment...couldn't be the Genesis Flood and all that, could it now? Exactly as predicted in the Bible? Volcanism in the sea? No, of course it can't be true!

Right. Pull the next one.

Monday, December 11, 2006

Well well well....

Looky at what we have here. Blatantly promoting Star Wars in his church isn't enough for him, is it? Well, be sure that I'll never buy any book of your's buddy.

It's a downright shame that this is what modern Christianity has become.

Now for Matt Chancey!

Don't you just love this guy? ;-)

Sunday, December 10, 2006

Jennie Chancey Responds to Titus 2 Cynics

This is just too good to comment about. Read it yourself, I say!

P.S. Oh, and btw. I'm with Jennie, and not with Sandlin. Got it?

King Tut Died From Broken Leg, Not Murder, Scientists Conclude

Hmmm....

Saturday, December 09, 2006

A Line in the Sand

Happy birthday, William Barret Travis!

P.S. 99 posts!

Friday, December 08, 2006

Fun with Math?

This is really neat, and no, you don't need to fear this. Check this out!

And equation that tells you your birthdate, without fail! Look what our Lord has created....

Beauty and the Brick

Ooh, these are the absolute best Lego customs I've ever seen. I mean it too! I've never seen anything to equal them!

If only he would start selling them... :-/

Thursday, December 07, 2006

I've been posted on VignetteBricks!

I almost wanted to hug Bruce about this one (he runs that blog). I can't believe I've finally been posted on one of the most famous Lego sites on the planet!

I have no idea why my Bunny Brigade vignette was posted, but who cares? WOOHOO!!!

And I'd like to take this oppurtunity to thank Nathan. I got the idea to do rabbits from him!

The Bunny Brigade is on the way, hoorah! Hoorah!
http://www.brickshelf.com/cgi-bin/gallery.cgi?f=197961

December 7th, 1941

If you don't remember what happened today, I'd waste my breath trying to remind you.

Water on Mars?

And this means that life exists on Mars, why?

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

A Different Christmas Poem

If this does not touch your very heart, then you have none. I'd like to know who wrote this.

A Different Christmas Poem

The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.

My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.

Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.

The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.

My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.

In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.

The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.

Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know,
Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.

My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.

Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.

A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.

Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.

"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,
"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!

Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"

For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts...

To the window that danced with a warm fire's light
Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right,

I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night."

"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times.

No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.

My Gramps died at ' Pearl on a day in December,"

Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."

My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ' Nam ',
And now it is my turn and so, here I am.

I've not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.

Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red, white, and blue... an American flag.

I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home.

I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.

I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother...

Who stand at the front against any and all,
To ensure for all time thatthis flag will not fall."

"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,
Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."

"But isn't there something I can do, at the least,
"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?

It seems all too little for all that you've done,
For being away from your wife and your son."

Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
"Just tell us you love us, and never forget.

To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.

For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled.

Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."


Read that again if you need to. And, plus, wearing red on Fridays now means support the troops. And I just bought a red shirt.

Thank you to a good friend of mine for alerting me to this. Just one thing, I loved the poem and don't mean to be a damper, but, just so everyone knows, I can't stand the idea of women out there dying as they are in the rightful place of men only.

My New Title

I'm loving this. I didn't know that this was so widely known. Well, as my sister said, my reputation precedes me.

I like it. I shall now call myself, Ye Olde Crusader. I speak softly and carry a big stick--no, a sword. A katana!!!!!

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Oh, the Syrens!

It seems that Celtic Woman can be quite dangerous, so I should warn the new convert, Mr. Cunning Ham, about their most dangerous nature. ;-)

Last night, it was late (like 1:00) and we were going to bed. My dad alerted us that Celtic Woman was on TV, so I ran back into my room to get my clothes, turned off my light, and headed for the bathroom to get dressed in a hurry so I wouldn't miss the show.

Unfortunately, I slammed my foot into the foot of my bed--hard, and went down. My finger hit my bookshelf, but I seemed to be okay. I live in small quarters, and have big feet. Needless to say, I stub my toe quite a bit.

So, I groaned through my teeth a bit (I hit it hard), and stamped off to the bathroom. I paused before going in to watch a few seconds of the show, as the song Dulaman was coming on (I love that one now!). In the dark, bluish-light emitted by the television, I noticed that my finger was bleeding, and the blood was running down my hand. Not that bad (the last two times I've cut my hand before that--both at work, once when I ripped a cuticle, another time when I banged my thumb and the impact caused the skin to separate from the nail--it dripped too, so no biggy), but it suddenly occured to me that if my finger, which had not been hit relatively hard, was bleeding that much, what did my toe look like? Now since I've been working, I've gotten tons of blisters on the tips of my toes. They're not too painful and I just deal with them, but they're blisters nonetheless. I bent down to feel my throbbing toe, and my fingers came away with sticky blood all over them, and I could feel the skin hanging from the broken blister (which is what caused all of the bleeding I guess), but at the time I thought it was my toenail. I went to the sink to clean my finger so I could bandage my toe. I was annoyed since I was missing my song. But, as I tried to stop the bleeding on my finger, my toe started dripping, big time. Six or seven quarter-sized drops of thick, dark blood dripped onto the floor at this time. Eventually, I discovered that blood was over by where I bent to feel my toe--on carpet! My genius of a sister knew how to get it out (with hydrogen peroxide), and as I took care of my wounds inflicted in the love of music, she amazingly got it all cleaned up. My toe doesn't look bad now, but it was sure funny. Even at the time, I thought it was really funny, and yet neat that I was bleeding so much. I don't think I've ever seen such large blood drops! :-D

Anyways, later my sister said that you know you are a diehard fan when...you are bleeding to death and all you can think of is that you're missing your favorite song! But we had to turn it off to go to bed, as they were just like the Syrens, calling me out of bed. ;-P

So, that's what happened. Be warned, all ye Celtic Woman fans!

The Phillips Family Welcomes a New Addition

I've been wondering when they'd have another blessed child.

May God be praised.

Saturday, December 02, 2006

A Celtic Woman Day!

Edit: Some of my post is strangely missing, so I've added it in in the bottom.

So, today I got up early because I needed to get to the bank, and I also wanted to hit a special annual sale at my local Friends of the Library Bookstore.

It was a little over-blown and not quite as big as they seemed to make it (it was more than just books), and a little overpriced, but I came away with a few good purchases, especially The Book of Five Rings, which I've wanted for a long time!

I had to get to work at 11:00 after that, for only a four hour shift. It was nice, since the last two days were eight-hour shifts. It went by quickly (we were swamped), and then I got off at 3:00 and we finished up the errands for the day.

And now to the main subject of my post....I bought the Celtic Woman Christmas cd on eBay, and it came today. I listened to it and it's great, and, plus, when we got home, I was delighted to learn that the new show on PBS for the new Celtic Woman album, A New Journey, was on tv. It was just great...I tell you, they've got some bouncey movin' songs, a good one called Dulaman, and then it was on again just a few minutes ago! Ha ha! It was a good performance, the girls were all moving around a lot more than usual (Mairead is such a blur!)