Eucharistic?: Brain Aneurisms: Kinsey V. Freud

So, having spent an unusually large portion of the weekend with my family (a raucous birthday party and Sunday mass- which is alot for me) I came away with the feeling that yes, I do in fact have the blessing of a non-dysfunctional family. Not that we don't have our quirks, to which Justin has often been exposed. But it's a healthy weirdness. We spent the majority of the party playing card games and reminiscing about the good ol' days- like when Phil stole the car (repeatedly), Katie ruling the house with an Iron Fist, and me stealing Jenny's cigarettes when I decided I didn't approve of smoking.

And what's more, our weirdness is being passed on to the future generations- as demonstrated perfectly by my nephews. TJ is now learning to read and write; he can put letters together to form words. The first word he came up with? Rum. Yes, Rum. And he proceeded to pretend he was drinking Rum at the party, which culminated in him staggering around and acting drunk. I'm still not quite sure where he learned this from (oh, the corruption of today's youth- it comes from too many pirate movies, i'm sure) but nevertheless, we had to explain to him that drinking too much is not something to joke about.
Ian (who is only 3) is still at a more innocent stage, wherein he says things that seem bizarre but must make sense in his still developing mind- things like, during the Consecration in Mass, "I'm too young to kneel!" which cause us too look at each other over his head, and become bemused at what should be expected from young children during the Mass.

Anyway, in addition to the fun and games of this weekend, I've been having a jolly good (read: boring) time doing my extensive reading for my theology classes. We've got midterms coming up. Not that this causes our professors to cut down on our workload. We've still got as many assignments as ever, but we're expected to take even more time to study during the next two weeks. I'm convinced that this could not be accomplished unless we implement my patented plan for the 30-Hour-Day. But at least I can rest secure in the knowledge that I'm not being indoctrinated with false principles, which is more than I could say if I were doing the same workload at just about any other college. Woo for Orthodoxy! And also, where could I get fabulous quotes from my professors to keep me entertained during the 3-Hour class time?

And finally a question: In a death match between Sigmund Freud and Alfred Kinsey, who would win? And more importantly, if either of them were to die, would we care?

Copyright Infringement: Quadcumque: Engrish?

So... I guess... blogger hates me now. After working swiftly and adeptly on a new update, my blog spontaneously decided to screw with my html, thereby deleting sporadic phrases within my post. Pretty much the only thing that worked as it should was my title, the pattern of which was in fact stolen from Corwin. Whatev.

So, to make up for my lack of postage (39 cents my butt!) here's a few Engrish links that might have made it into my blog if I'd been able to post it. But don't worry, the real update is coming as soon as my motivation increases in reverse proportion to my despair at the lack of fruition of my effort. :-)

http://www.engrish.com/detail.php?imagename=toiletwash.jpg&category=Signs/Posters&date=2003-03-03


http://www.engrish.com/detail.php?imagename=incas.jpg&category=Signs/Posters&date=2003-03-10

http://www.engrish.com/detail.php?imagename=pachinko.jpg&category=Signs/Posters&date=2003-03-11


http://www.engrish.com/detail.php?imagename=lifewithcreap.jpg&category=Signs/Posters&date=2003-05-13


http://www.engrish.com/detail.php?imagename=sticktocoffee.jpg&category=Signs/Posters&date=2003-06-27

http://www.engrish.com/detail.php?imagename=freak.jpg&category=Signs/Posters&date=2003-09-01

The Illustrious Fightgar: Past, Present, and Future

Once upon a time, there was a family VonBuelow.

The VonBuelows, in traditional Catholic family fashion, decided to have enough children to take over and eventually populate a small country. And in order to make it seem as though they already had enough men to populate the country, the parents gave each of their sons seven names.

The one which concerns us today is **deep breath** Roland Theodor Dominic Niklot Bernhard Edward Pepin VonBuelow, younger brother to the lovable Jaspar Friedrich Joseph Peter Howard Werner Hartwig and Carl Andreas Christian Ernst Bodo Alexander Johann (otherwise known as Twinz), and older brother to such enjoyable characters as Josef Albert Augustin Wolfram Georg Otto Leopold, Stefan Alan Waldemar Anton French Wilhelm Raphael, Johannes Franz Paul Hubertus Eric Justin Michael, and Francesco Eric Christopher Marcus Gottfried Gabriel James.

Now aren't you jealous?

Anyway, Pepin, in his stellarly amazing ways, has gone on to excel in the military, dancing, breaking people's limbs off, playing computer games, harassing younger siblings, eating dinner, and messing around with hazardous members of the animal kingdom.

What more is there to live for? Like, other than dinner at the Von Buelow house?

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-Melissa "Not Quite An Enfield" VandeVoorde