Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Answers!

Behold, the thoughts and ruminations of the mighty Dr. Paleo, unveiled for all the peasantry to see!

Nathan's questions

If you could live anywhere on the planet, where would you live and why?

Hmm...that's a hard question. I mean, I wouldn't just go and move somewhere I'd never even been before! Someplace with an easy access to fossil beds, perhaps. Besides that...perhaps somewhere in the UK...I have a particular attachment to Ireland.

Same question, but narrowed down from "planet" to "United States."

Again, someplace with fossil beds. Someplace with a winter.

If for some reason paleontology was an impossible career choice, what would be your next choice?

The United States Army. (Rangers, likely.)

What's your favorite dinosaur and why?

Hmm, for a long time it's been Tarbosaurus bataar. Very similar to Tyrannosaurus rex, it had a new genus (Tarbosaurus) created for it due to it's geographic location. If it had been found in the US, it would almost certainly be Tyrannosaurus bataar. As to why I like it so much, part of the reason must be that I have a serious affinity for Asian dinosaurs. Dinosaurs like this also bring back memories of things like one of my favorite documentaries, The Great Dinosaur Hunt, which proved very helpful in encouraging this career choice in the first place.

About what point in your life did you devote yourself to God? What sparked that?

Always having been a Christian, I have always believed in God, etc. But, to answer your question directly, I'd say ...when I was twelve. What sparked it? Later you refer to me "embracing" my current beliefs about certain subjects. Well, that's what did it. It brought me closer to God, taught me much, and made me trust, serve, obey, and just live for Him, more than I ever had before. A very elemental event in my life, to say the least.

What's your favorite verse of scripture?

That's hard to answer. Some of my favorites (off the top of my head) are:

And as it is appointed unto men once to die, but after this the judgment
Hebrews 9:27

Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the LORD, she shall be praised.
Proverbs 31:30

Neither shalt thou bring an abomination into thine house, lest thou be a cursed thing like it: but thou shalt utterly detest it, and thou shalt utterly abhor it; for it is a cursed thing.
Deuteronomy 7:26

(All quotes are taken from the KJV)

If you could go back in time and tell yourself anything, what would you say?

Hmm...I'm not sure. I'm really...not sure. ...I don't know yet.

If you could go to any point in time, past or present, where/when would you go?

As much as I am the unrelentant history buff, I have to say, I'd love to see my Lord.

If you lived a thousand years from now, what would your occupation be?

How should I know? It's a thousand years from now! I don't know what will, and what won't, exist then. Something similar to what I'm interested in now, I suppose. There will always be wars, eh?

If you lived a thousand years ago, what would your occupation be?

Likely some sort of men-at-arms. Perhaps a Saxon soldier...someone who would die at Hastings, perhaps.

What's your favorite thing about living by the ocean?

I guess it's just...the ability to see it, even if I never really do. (I probably see it only once every few months, though I live extremely, extremely close.) I don't hate the ocean...in fact, I love all things natural like that. It's just that our beaches are spoiled. Cigarette butts, poisoned water, and surfer dudes and barely-clad beach babes. Not my cup of tea. A little fishing village would suit me much better, I think.

What's your least favorite thing about living by the ocean?

The above. ;-)

Who is your favorite candidate for the White House in 2008?

Although I've been very bad and haven't yet researched this enough, I'd have to say, I've been leaning towards Huckabee for a while now. I'm still wary, though. You kinda have to be with today's politicians, no?

I've heard what you've had to say about the works of J.K. Rowling and J.R.R. Tolkien, but what is your opinion of C.S. Lewis?

While oft quoted and lauded by many Christians, I have to admit, I disagree with much of Lewis's concepts/ideas/beliefs/ (or what have you). I'm personally uncomfortable with the allegories presented in books such as The Chronicles of Narnia and The Screwtape Letters. Lewis originally favored a form of Theistic Evolution (all forms of which I abhor), but later in life he gave this idea up. The below quote contains another issue I contend with:

I had some ado to prevent Joy and myself from relapsing into Paganism in Attica! At Daphni it was hard not to pray to Appolo the Healer. But somehow one didn’t feel it would have been very wrong — would have only been addressing Christ sub specie Apollinius. (Roger Lancelyn Green quoting C.S. Lewis in the biography C.S. Lewis: A Biography)

Quote cited in:
http://www.visionforum.com/hottopics/blogs/dwp/2005/12/

Imagine you and I had never met. What would your day-to-day life be like right now?

...a lot more...boring. A lot less...fulfilled. A lot less...happy. Truly. Personal life would be more...restrained, more...difficult.

Other than Tae Kwon Do, what combat art would you most desire to learn?

Hmm...Sikaron Karate, perhaps (it's a Christianity-based martial art, started by Evander Holyfield's believing brother, Leonard). Kendo, fencing, etc., all interest me. I also have an affinity for the no-nonsense combat techniques of the US army.

What do you most often eat for breakfast?

Cereal. Cold, wet, 'n soggy!

What inspired you to apply at Mervyn's?

This question--or rather the answer to this question--is something I really never talk about. It's very different than just your average reason for finding and applying for a job. I'd prefer not to discuss it here, but if you really want to know, email me, and you'll hear the full story.

Any chance we can see pictures on your blog more often at all?

If you want to see pictures, you shall see pictures. All you have to do is ask. 8-D Wait a minute...did you just ask?

After a year of blogging, what are your feelings about it? How has it influenced you and your life?

I wouldn't say it's influenced my life so much as I'd say I just enjoy it, overall. I best love the ability to express myself to the world, and to keep in contact with cherished friends.

So far, what has been your favorite of your own blog posts?

Hmm...this, I don't really know. Perhaps A Lesson on Insects? Something of that sort? My Dragon's World review?

So far, what has been your favorite of my blog posts? (Haha, couldn't resist ;-P)

Off the top of my head...your recent Tour report? I love those kinds of posts of yours. Speaking of heads, keep yours on the small side, eh? ;-D

Other than chess, what's your favorite board game?

Hmm...I love this Biblical archaeology game I own. Risk can be fun, though.

What's the hiking like in your area? Do you ever go?

Hiking? What's that?

What kind of wildlife are in your area?

Nothing much. Just about anything described as "urban" in Western US nature guidebooks. Ants, wasps, sometimes bees, butterflies, and once in a while an insect oddity. Spiders, yes. At the house I used to live in, we had occasional raccoons, opossums, lizards, and frogs. Do domesticated cats count?

What's the coldest it gets there?

Well, in my region...around the low 40's is as cold as it ever gets. For us, that's freezing. Pitiful, isn't it?

What was your favorite birthday?

Hmm...I'm not sure. My last few have been pretty nice. Maybe my 17th?

If you had three wishes, what would they be?

To...find love, succeed in this life, and...to...I don't know.

What's your favorite flower?

Nathan...did you really just ask me that? Hmm...perhaps I'll just borrow Captain Jack Aubrey's description of a shrub from Master and Commander: "Something prickly and hard to eradicate!" Oh no, wait, a Venus fly trap! Yes, that's it. :-D

How many weapons (knives, etc.) do you own?

Well, as much as I love them you'd think I would have more. I only have...hmm, let's see...five knives (counting two utility knives). One small pocket knife with my initials on them (was originally my dad's--we have the same initials you see) and a buck knife, also once my father's. My most recent addition came when I purchased a small, black folder that I named Mucius, after the courageous Mucius the left-handed of the annals of Roman history (due to the fact that he was quite a pain to get open the first go-around!). I would have more, but my mother forbade me from purchasing any knives, a ruling that my father would soon overturn. Thus Mucius, and my current Christmas list. If all goes well, I will have a dozen or so more knives than I had when I started out. ;-P

What's your dream vacation?

The Uk, I think. Ireland, Scotland, England, and Wales, in that order.

Imagine you're joining the military. List its branches in order from your first choice to your last, and give your reasons behind each branch's placement.

Army
Marines
Air Force
Navy

Army: Rangers for me. I'm not one to trust technology; I trust my own two feet.
Marines: Same reason as before, plus I love the loyal pride of the Marine Corps.
Air Force: Somehow flying a steel bird is more appealing to me than sea-faring.
Navy: Reason for placement above. But, if Navy SEALS are accounted for, this would take it's place in the #2 slot, at the very least. Might even contend for #1, if I thought about it....

If you could learn any dance, what would it be?

Hehe, I can't help but laugh inside at this one. I like Irish dancing a bit, and some kinds of English Country Dancing looks very good (think Jane Austen movies), but I have to admit I admire some of the quick, sharp, and fierce moves of break dancing. Maybe...a combination of all three?

Any chance I could get a reply to the email I sent last week? (haha, Again, I just couldn't resist. No pressure; I know you're busy. ;-P)

Done. ;-)

What's your favorite emoticon?

:-P

If you could live anywhere else in California, where would it be?

Up north. In the forest. In the land of Bigfoot. :-)

Pretend Lego never existed. What would your life be like? What kind of person would you be?

I don't think I would be very, if any, different. Just a little less of a nerd in the eyes of others. 8-)

Before you embraced your current views, you owned a copy of The Hobbit, if I remember correctly. What did you think of it back then?

I liked it a lot, but, being only twelve, I saw it as nothing more than another fun story to indulge in. In those days I tragically didn't think much, or at least not nearly as much as I do now, therefore even though I had heard the opinion of it containing "Christian" allegory this is not why I liked it. As I said, it was just something fun for me. A potentially dangerous reason to get into something.

What do you like best about your job?

Without a question, my coworkers.

What do you like least about your job?

...management.

Pretend you believe in dating (;-)). What would be your dream date?

Do I have to answer this? ...sigh, okay, something very...romantic I guess. Good weather (you have to have the clouds, light, and sun just right to make a moment!) would be a bonus, but mainly a very good event to attend (whatever activity we decided to take part in) would be in order, but,--above all--whatever maximized my time with her. And no group dates, either. Cuts on the essential alone time.

Do you have a middle name?

No, I am the Mysterious One! LOL, yes I do, it's Ian. I didn't realize you didn't know that....

Who's your favorite Celtic Woman girl?

Hmm, honestly I have a bias towards Chloë Agnew, plus I'm a die-hard Hayley fan (I usually side with those similar to my age, and Chloë's music is one of the first that stuck out to me), but since she's only a temporary, honorary member...Chloë or Máiréad Nesbitt. Going strictly with music, I'd have to choose Máiréad. Although Chloë's got some great soft music, I'm one for the hard stuff, and while Máiréad doesn't always do it, her song Skidoo, form her solo album Raining Up, is probably my favorite song. Ever.

Now who's your LEAST favorite?! >:-D

Nathan! Don't make me do that!!!! Oh, wait, I know: David Downes. :-D

Paper or plastic?

Plastic.

Ketchup or mustard?

Mustard? Eew.

Sun or moon?

Depends. I guess...sun.

Iran or North Korea?

You're gonna make me pick? Pick what, which one I dislike, or like more? That's tough. I'd have to say that...I dunno, maybe the people of NK. But then again, they're just as crazed as Iran is...I can't really answer that.

Onions or pickles?

Pickles!

Sausage or bacon?

Mmm...both!

How do you like your eggs?

Fried, but scrambled's good. :-P

Waffles or pancakes? (Haha, I've got breakfast on my mind :-P)

Don't care for either much, really....

Do you prefer your French toast stuffed or basic?

Stuffed? What's that? And you do mean Freedom Toast, right?

What's your dream car?

The Tumbler. ;-)

What's your favorite drink?

None other than water!

What's your favorite outfit?

My black jeans, black button-up shirt, black denim jacket, black shoes, and shades. Oh yeah. 8-)

If you could go on a FRIENDLY vacation to any nation considered an enemy to the U.S., which of those countries would you most like to see?

China, definitely. I'd love to go there.

Do you like to listen to music while you work (not necessarily at Mervyn's; just in general)?

Yes, but at Mervyn's it's just their own radio...which can be a bad thing at times. I even surprise myself with the songs I start to be grateful for hearing, some others are so bad!

Though you don't like most (or all?) of them, what's your favorite sport?

Ha ha, I know. Tae Kwon Do olympic sparring. :-D

When you get your news from TV, what channel do you watch?

BBC World News, on PBS. That show rocks.

In general, what's your favorite TV channel?

PBS. (Excluding cable/satellite.)

How far timewise do you estimate you are from your paleontology career?

...five years, maybe less?


Lady of Longbourn's questions

Do you know, before smoking was known to be harmful and associated with rebellion, how sons learned to smoke? Did their dads teach them? Was it a special time, or did it just happen? Or did they wait 'til they were grown ups and at college or on their own with friends?

Unfortunately I have no answer to your question, Lisa; I'm sorry! But, I do, however, have an answer, or perhas just a take, on this comment of yours: "Is there anything like this that health-conscious, non-rebellious sons can still share with their fathers?" Yes. Knives! What boy doesn't want a knife when he's growing up?

Ok, and now I'll ask something more interesting to you. If you could look for Bigfoot in any one area, where would you like to visit?

Being a Californian on top of the fact that an enormous amount of sightings occur in the northern part of my state, that's where I'd like to search.

Springboarding off Nathan's,
Considering you don't believe in dating, what would be your dream courtship?


That's an even tougher question. I don't really know, Lisa. I can't really say...whatever God wants, I suppose. The courtship story of the Chanceys is sure something beautiful, though. My happiness would be less dependent on the relationship being of dream proportions than the woman in question being the dream girl.

And what are your views on The Hobbit at present? I'm a Tolkien geek, but don't spare me. I can take the truth.

In a nutshell: I don't approve of Tolkien's books due to the sorcery, witchcraft, magic, or what-have-you, in them. I don't approve of the view that "magic" is okay so long as there are "good" and "bad" witches or sorcerers. The Bible makes no distinction. Exodus 22:18 says, "Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live." And make no mistake, Tolkien's world has witches, or wizards, in it. Gandalf, what is he? A wizard. Anyone that carries a staff-like wand and ignites pine cones to hurl upon a pack of talking wolves is what the Bible would call a sorcerer. And I also disapprove of the view that reading these books and indulging in this fantasy world is okay, so long as we don't get "involved" in the dark arts. I remember the great Douglas Phillips once saying something like, "Why would a Christian want to rejoice in a world where God's law did not apply?" All forms of sorcery are wrong. Forbidden according to the most holy Word of God.


Thanks for all the fun, people. I love doing this; besides having fun and having my friends learn about me, I actually learn about myself!

Spencer

Sunday, November 25, 2007

Last Call!

Okay people, this is the last call for questions! I'll answer practically anything you'll ask me; come on, this is your last chance!

Hayaku!

Spencer

Science Update

(Okay, so maybe you don't want a science update. But you're gonna get one, too bad! Sit down and be quiet!!! Thank you. :-D)


I swear, this guy's got dino radar or something. It's Dr. Discovery*, and he's at it again!

Structural Extremes in a Cretaceous Dinosaur
Bizarre Dinosaur Grazed Like a Cow, Study Says
Dino With "Vacuum Mouth" Revealed
Dinosaur from Sahara ate like a 'mesozoic cow'

What's also exciting is that National Geographic magazine's December issue will have a cover story on dinosaurs. Oh yeah. 8-)


Giant Sea Scorpion Discovered; Was Bigger Than a Man

Man, I love eurypterids. Big nasty scorpions with a lobster flair. What's not to love?


Alien Life Can Survive Trip to Earth, Space Test Shows

Okay, so even if you accept their wild assumptions here (They send a fossil--something long dead--into space and them deduce that life might be able to survive entry into earth's atmosphere? Is that science, or science fiction?), hasn't it ever occured to these Evolutionists that the idea of "alien origins" doesn't solve the problem of the evolution of the first cell; it merely shifts it from Earth, to some other, distant spot in the universe?

Dr. Paleo Ph.D.

*My personal nickname for Dr. Paul Sereno. :-P

Sunday, November 18, 2007

Twenty (Thousand?) Questions

I was recently thinking it would be fun to again play this game!. Well, it looks like Nathan's beaten me to the chase!

So, ask me anything. Passions, loves, peeves, hates. Events, experiences, job, life, likes, dislikes, thoughts, anything. Just don't be miffed if I decide not to answer one. ;-P But please, do ask questions. Lots and lots of questions!

Fuego away!

Dr. Paleo Ph.D.

Saturday, November 17, 2007

Beowulf

I am so not happy about this!

One of my favorite books ever. One of the best tales ever written, one about dragons, and monsters, about the days when men were men, and heroes fought and died for what was right.

And now this?

Knowing Hollywood, I've been extremely skeptical from the start. When I came across the website a few months back, I decided to "toss it out the window." I saw screenshots of Beowulf holding a golden trumpet of some sort, and read that Hrothgar was "corrupt." I haven't seen the movie, nor will I, but I did read the linked review. I mean, I knew it was gonna be bad, but...this?

This is just...awful...aggravating...disgusting! So, Grendel is Hrothgar's illegitimate son? And Beowulf fathers the dragon that he later is forced to kill? (Since when was Grendel's mother so popular with the guys anyway? She's described as a "monstrous hell-bride" in the book!) They just can't resist it, can they? They have to add sex and nudity into everything nowadays. When I first heard hype of the supposedly inappropriate scenes in the film, I figured that they must've screwed the story up so badly that he has an affair with Whealtheow, or, something (and, come to find out, that's not too far from the truth). So much for Hrothgar the noble king, and Beowulf the honorable warrior!

And no, apparently they don't even stop at this! Anti-Christian themes seem to lie in undertones in the film. That's it. I call for a boycott!

Ugh, I am so disgusted! And I thought the Gerard Butler version was awful...this is just...

...never even mind!

Dr. Paleo Ph.D.

Friday, November 16, 2007

I'm tired....

Man, I must not be getting enough sleep, I've been so tired all week.

When I get real tired, like near the end of the day, seriously, stay away from me. It's like I'm drunk, really; I act so strange, even I think it's wierd. I'll laugh at almost anything (sometimes nothing), and have a strange affinity for being annoying, and bugging people. What's worse is when all this happens at work...!

Monday night one of our managers yawned. A few seconds later, I did, too. We had a good joke about it being all her fault, but then a flurry of long yawns emitted from my maw, and seemingly nothing would stop it. I playfully blamed her for all of them, but she insisted that, though the first may be her fault, the rest were all one me. ;-) I also did a little howling, like a werewolf, and started this sniffing/panting (replete with tongue hanging out) thing, like a dog, that I've done a couple times since this week just to get a similar reaction to the one I got that night. (I told you, I'm whacked when I'm this tired.)

I found a ball covered in synthetic fur at this time; what it was I will never know. I first poked at it with a cardboard price tag, whining to the manager about wanting to know what it was. When we couldn't identify it, I picked it up and took it to the jewelry girl, and she at first thought it was part of a lady's hat, but then surmised that it was part of a tail of the roadkill rat dogs we sell. (We sell strange purses in the shape of chihuahua/pug, etc. dogs that I like to call dead roadkill.) I went to where these are kept, and soon discovered that this wasn't the brightest idea; to view all of their tails, I had to, ahem...view their, uh, behinds at the same time. :-O But no, it wasn't from a roadkill behind either. A catnip toy? I have no idea! Since I was still in my stupor, I insisted that it looked like a Star Trek tribble.

I've been getting in this state a couple of times this week, all near the end of the night, but it happened again tonight, as bad as Monday night. Prompted by the perfume of a coworker of mine, I began sniffing whenever she came around, claiming, "Where's ________? I smell ________!" She said that she had perfume on as well as bodywash, and lotion, and at this I proclaimed grandly that she had a unique smell that was all her own, a combination of all three smells.

On break I decided to have fun and act strange (we had a ton of new people packed in there). I decided to bring up the story of the Mervyn's ghost just for the newbies, but I think all I succeeded in doing was making myself laugh so hard that I cried!

Another girl at one point said that she had the sniffles, so I picked up the sniffling again. So, you might say I sniffed part of the night away (all while I worked, of course!). A mere "Sniff sniff!" whenever she was around, and a "Bark bark!" when the jewelry girl is around, makes for some fine fun. 8-) I'm sure I drove everyone up the wall, and I admit I was being pretty strange...but this is how I act when I'm tired like this. Oh well! ;-P

Oh yeah, I can be sooooo wierd. :-P

Spencer

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Blah blah blah....

Lately, what's been going on?...

Monday was my first official day in Jewelry. I was attached at the hip to my coworker, but eventually she had to leave. I was able to survive the next two hours until another person came along. I was so happy to see her. :-D

Yesterday, that same coworker brought her baby in the break room. Oh man, did the ladies go nuts. As all the women ooh-ed and aah-ed at him, I was thinking that he was going to spoiled with all this positive female attention so early on! He was the center of attention for quite some time. One of the stock guys came in at this time and dropped down on the sofa I was on. I pointed to the feminine mass surrounding the infant, saying, "Look at this." He replied, "What? Women like babies!" ...no duh. ;-P

Little else has happened of late. Jewelry is an adjustment, mostly because it feels so strange to be working in such a...well...girly spot. Another male coworker commented about me probably having to get in touch with my "feminine side," to which I protested, "I don't have a feminine side!" Ah well, there are some pluses to this department....

Tuesday night at TKD class something very funny happened; as we were all lined up and being taught by our master, our instructor (who isn't very tall, actually) stood behind me. (I know this because across the room the opposite wall is mirrored.) I wondered what he could be doing directly behind me; I could barely even see him in the mirror, I covered him so much! He first peeked his head out behind one of my shoulders, then the next, as if playing peekaboo. He commented, "You're so big!" (My size is rather something of interest at the school, being often commented about by classmates, and my instructor.) It was absolutely hilarious at the time.

Today he also told me that I might be able to give the master "a run for his money" when I get high enough to practice actual sparring, if for no other reason than my leg length; he'll have to do some serious dodging! ;-D Tuesday night I did get a little sticker band for my belt, because I kinda learned the basic moves right...um, kind of...! I can't even do the basic series of blocks in order right yet, but today I had no trouble in doing what is called a "flying side kick." How backwards is that?

I did learn this morning, however, that my belt test will be December 7th. So soon!!!! I'm all nervous now, but I guess I'll do okay. My instructor* did all he could to make me feel better, and is confident I can do it, so I guess I can? (Of all days to do it, they pick the day of Pearl Harbor? I'm cursed!)

Sigh. My life is so boring. All I have to talk about anymore is work and TKD class...what a dunce I am.

Spencer

*I am sick of calling this guy "my instructor!" Since I don't really care for broadcasting people's names all over the internet without their knowledge or approval, I'll refer to him from now on as "Stonewall" (I have a reason for the nickname, lol). I guess I'll still call the master, "the master." 8-)

Saturday, November 10, 2007

A hobby joins a passion

From Plastic Soldier Review:

RedBox have announced their next set will be 72012 Korean Infantry. This will cover the 16th and 17th centuries, which of course means Hideyoshi's invasions of Korea. It looks like the set is already very well advanced but it is unclear if the release is imminent.


Koreans!?!??! Are you serious!?!? Why, that means...this is the time of Yi Sun-Shin!

Oh yeah. 8-D

Updates and Dream

So, what's been going on lately?

My last night in Shoes was last night, which my knees are already extremely grateful for. A good coworker friend of mine is having his last day tommorrow, which is pretty nasty, since we both get along really well. We're both Christian, plus we're martial arts and samurai nuts, so what's not to get along about?

I'm finally back into my TKD classes. Oh, did I miss this place! What's more, Friday morning the master brought out his samurai katana (it's a beautiful ox blood red and black in color) and a staff to illustrate what he said was an extremely important point. I was vaguely aware that he shouldn't have brought the sword out if he had wanted my undivided attention, but it's all good, I heard everything he said. :-) (Basically what was so important was stuff about spear thrusting movements evolving into TKD stances, in a cruelly simplified nutshell.) I did get to play the part of a soldier invading ancient China who gets stabbed with a trident! It got stuck in me; I died, but didn't get to fight at all. Phooey! Ah well, it was sure fun though.

So, the night before last I had an absolutely horrific dream. Not much of a reason to mention it here, but I will anyways.

It somehow started out in some sort of sea village area; boats lined the shore, and a trail seemed to go through some grass by a low wooden wall, and of course, the sand on the beach itself. It seemed to be just me and my dad there for some reason. Soon the scene morphed into a panoramic scene, and I could see far before me, the ocean laying itself out in front of my very eyes. What I beheld was devastating to me; a fleet of ours was completely destroyed. Flames everywhere and few ships to be seen (I only recall seeing one afloat at all), I dropped to my knees and sobbed uncontrollably. The emotions were very strong in this dream; I know that I've never before cried like that in my life. I was in complete despair. In contrast, my father was fairly aloof.

This fleet seemed to be stationed at a series of small islands that I could somehow see even though they were extremely far away. I'm sure this was a subconcious adaptation of the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor, for indeed, this was an attack on America--although this time not from the air, or launched by Japanese aircraft carries as on that fateful December day in 1947. No, this was a missile attack. The communist republic of China had launched a devastating volley of missiles on our navy, and had destroyed this fleet. I remember crying out in pain, wondering what had happened to our glorious navy, "My navy!" as I called it.

After this, I enlisted in the navy. (Interesting occurence, for this would be my exact reaction in a situation like this if it was real-world, only I'd choose the Army, likely the Rangers.) For some reason I was still going through the whole enlisting process and all when I found myself in a strange house, I guess of who is actually a former mail lady of ours. She was absent in the house, but for some reason me and my family were scrambling around trying to lock the house up, I suppose because of looters, as we were evacuating, and getting out of there. We were acting extremely urgent, as if an attack was imminent. I'm not sure if this was an actual invasion, as in an amphibious landing, or another missile attack. I do remember picking up the house's owner's dog to take with us.

A second attack, this time with a nuclear bomb, hit Los Angeles. The city of LA, was utterly flattened. Again I could see this relatively far city from where I was--that is, my house. I heard a strange booming noise, and looking outside the living room window beheld a mass of flames in what is a westerly direction (LA should be more north, actually). Gigantic tongues of flame tore into the sky and filled the horizon as if they were solar flares. I was again distraught at this; I tried calling to my family as I watched this, now from outside my front door, but no one came. Only my father was downstairs, and he wasn't very interested in what had happened, although he seemed to know (I think he looked over for a second). The television was too much of a draw.

Well, and that's the end of it. Pretty awful, huh?

Spencer

Thursday, November 08, 2007

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

Vision Forum Mourns the Loss of Our Most Beloved Brother -- Michael Billings; 1988-2007, A Son of Hope, An Unparalleled Defender of the Faith, and a B

With tears of sorrow, but with the life-affirming hope of the promise of eternal life, the staff and families of Vision Forum mourn the loss of our dearest brother — Michael Billings.

Since Sunday evening when the news arrived of Michael’s God-appointed death, we have gathered at our office and in homes to pray, sing, weep, and mourn over the loss of our fallen comrade — an uncompromising warrior for God, our dearest brother, and a true son of Reformation

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On his way home, he pulled out of a dangerous intersection and was hit by a car, killed instantly and ushered into the presence of his Creator, the Lord Jesus Christ.


A man I never knew, and never will know--at least in this life--yet my heart cannot but feel heavy. All I can say is, it was the Lord's divine and predestined will. It is just.

Spencer


And as it is appointed unto men once to die, but after this the judgment

Hebrews 9:27 (KJV)

Kiss them dirty shoes g'bye!

Ah....

So today I went to the doctor for my knees. So, I'll drop the suspense and just cut to the chase: I got the doctor's note that I wanted!!! He said my knees'll be fine (like I had guessed), and the bump on my right kneecap is probably just a calcium deposit. It's not going to go away, he said, unless I got surgery for it. We both agreed that that seemed senseless, but on the other hand, that'd make a sweet knick-knack. ;-)

...Nah, I think I'll just leave it in. A testament to my days of slavery. :-P One funny thing is that he used the word "patella," but then checked to make sure I knew what he meant. If only he knew. 8-D

I will still have to work in shoes for a little while; they just made next week's schedule and aren't going to change it, but...oh well. I was also told that a new note might be required at some point, as the note did not explicitly say that my removal from shoes (squatting/kneeling) should be permanent. Management...sigh. Well I never expect much else, anyways. I've been seriously annoyed with them lately, which happens sometimes, but whatever. Part of the job, part of the job.

Mmm...macaroni and cheese.* :-D Being sick with a fever since yesterday (and the slight beginnings of what seems to be a sinus infection, for which he gave me amoxycillin), I didn't eat dinner last night, and haven't eaten anything today because I was so busy with the doctor, work and all since breakfast.

Man not supposed go without food long time!

Spenc

*In case you didn't guess, that's what I'm eating now. ^_^

Sunday, November 04, 2007

The Warrior: A Question

As you all likely know, one of my "strange" hobbies involves Lego collecting and modelling. Thus many of you may also be familiar with my superhero vignette series, The Warrior.

(If you are not, then click here.)

Well, I'm thinking of making a big change. You see, nowadays I have little time anymore. So, I'm thinking of removing the "comic book" aspect of any future vignettes. That is, no more of the choreographed fight scenes. A one-scene vignette, as in pretty much all MOC building, will be the name of the game here. I will be able to pump out many more vignettes and quicker if I want to, and besides, the fighting is getting redundant in my opinion; I mean, how many different poses can you get out of a punching or kicking minifig?

Also, having discovered the art of the white background from eNiGMa and Myrddin, I'm thinking of going to white instead of black. Not sure about this one though.

Please let me know what you think; I need feedback!

Dr. Paleo Ph.D.

Thursday, November 01, 2007

Old and Nineteen!

Today was kind of weird, but not a bad day in my opinion.

I woke up with my throat feeling really strange. As it turned out my throat was swollen; so much that my uvula was touching both sides opposite it! Thinking I was clearly sick, I expected to get only worse. Interestingly, after eating breakfast, I felt a lot better. And in a few hours, I was 85-90%! I'm 100% now; I'm happy, because that means I won't miss work! (A word to the wise; drink orange juice and eat toasted multi-grain bread--lightly toasted, mind you!--with peanut butter on it. Apparently it does wonders!)

And speaking of that...well, working in the shoe department is hard work. It may seem like I'm whining, but I'm not. You have to kneel a ton of the time, much of the time on actual tile. Some managers don't like me sitting on the floor instead, but I do it anyways. Still, you really have to kneel a lot of the time. So, my knees are now showing the effects of what has been about a year of this. (Seriously, my knees have little bald, hairless patches on them from all of this! No joke!)

Nearly two months ago I hurt my right patella (kneecap); there's still a floating bump of some sort on it. I've dealt with the minor problem since then. My family has been wanting me to quit shoes, and as much as I would absolutely love that, that's where they put me, and if that's where they think they need me, that's where I'm gonna be. I absolutely hate being that kind of employee, the one who complains, has special needs and requirements, etc. I just don't want to be like that. So, even though they know how much I hate the department I haven't asked to be moved, and haven't mentioned my knee either.

I must've injured a muscle or tendon or something last night by my left kneecap, because it was kind of sore today. A few minutes later I realized, upon checking my knee, that my whole kneecap seemed to be moving way too much away from that muscle, as if the tendon/muscle had been pulled. Although this was a very small worry, at that point I finally realized that I needed to get out of the shoe department. You never know, I could damage them one time too many and have troublesome knees for the rest of my life or something. That may seem to be blown-up out of proportion, but things like this can happen; one guy hurt his back so bad that he can no longer work on his feet all day I heard (he's no longer working with us), and another hurt his so that he couldn't work in the stock room anymore. With my latest injury with my thigh/hip joint during sparring class I thought to myself what it might mean to hurt oneself so bad so that I'd have to give up Tae Kwon Do, or any sort of physical exertion, for life. And that's something I don't want to happen.

So, I called home to start up the beginnings of a doctor's appointment. To get out of shoes and thus off my knees, I have to prove this. I need a doctor's note! I have an appointment on Tuesday, and I'll be checked up then.

I've checked my left kneecap several times over the course of the day, and I don't think it's nearly as bad as I thought. On closer inspection my right cap is moving like the left one; I guess I've never played around with my kneecaps before! I felt kind of stupid about that; my cap was fine, it was just the muscle and my other kneecap. I thought about it a little more, and was still sure that I was going to just follow the train I'd already set in motion.

When I thought I'd seriously messed up my patella I wasn't worried, confident it would heal; I was reminded of the time when "Stonewall" Jackson lost his arm to a wound inflicted by friendly fire (a wound which, coupled with other wounds and complications, wound soon end his life in 1863) said that a "calamity" should be considered a "blessing". After all, if God's in control and something happens to you, obviously it was supposed to happen. He even said that he wouldn't dare take his arm back if he could, unless he knew it was truly God's will. Now Stonewall was one straight-on guy!

The "blessing" I instantly saw was a way out of the shoe department, for good. After all the time I've spent there, think of it! I might never have to be there again! Oh yeah.... After realizing that I wasn't as bad off as I'd thought, I saw a similar, yet somewhat modified blessing. An "injury" that really wasn't much can still get me out of there. If I hadn't thought my knee was so bad I would never have decided to go to the doctor (I'm one of those guys who roughs it out; even at this point, I only wanted to go to get a doctor's note!), and thus would remain in the shoe department. I still have some knee problems as I said so I can still get out. It made me think about it, and it's really not worth destroying me knees for this. Not that I would, but still.

It's time to get out of this hole. I hate it there, and now I've finally got a reason to overcome my own reluctance. I am so outta there! I'll save my knees, and save my sanity at the same time. Good plan, wouldn't you say? (I feel bad for my store manager, though....)

So, my throat is good, my knees will be okay, and even my leg has improved by lightyears. (To my elation, I discovered something very profound today; I can jog!!!!)

Wow this got long. Apologies!

Paleo