Author Archive for corey

…but enough about me, what do you think of me?

fifty thousand shirts

I love it when artistic people do cool things to make the world a better place. I also love it when “church” happens away from the pews.

Dear NBC, …really?

Okay, so I’m stealing a bit from an oft used bit on SNL, but really? So since I missed the last two episodes of the greatest show on television (#2 behind The Fall Guy), I can’t just go onto iTunes like I’ve done in the past, spend my less-than-two-bucks, and watch in peace. Now I have to go to your site, select the show by way of a semi-clunky flash interface, then go to episodes. Once I’ve done that, I have to choose which chapter of the episode I’d like to see. “Chapters”? Really? Any chance you might assume that folks would want to see the whole show? Once I’ve chosen the chapter(s) I’d like to see, I have to sit through 30+ seconds of commercials for each chapter. This was one of the reasons that iTunes worked for me. One-click, no commercials. I spend some money, you make some money, everybody wins. But you had to go and screw it up.

Remember when we had that great relationship? Remember when every college dorm in America filled up on Thursdays to see if Ross and Rachael were gonna finally hook up? Yeah? Well that’s done. I still love the greatest show on television, but it’s a reluctant love. As if the greatest child alive was born by accident from two parents that suck.

Addison Road Informal Focus Group, Round 1

Hypothetically, let’s say we’re naming a church congregation. It’s tied to a university, so there will be an on-campus gathering, but there will also be a location in a high end retail area. There are 5 names in the running. Contribute your untailored thoughts.

Adytum Mission
The Ark
Table 412/ Table Four Twelve
The Narthex
abbey west

ok, go.

there is no justice.

Let me set the scene…

We (the fam) are playing a rousing game of Pictionary Junior. Yours truly is a team captain, and my better half is the other team captain. My team consists of a certain 7 year old smiley-faced cherub as well as one few-days-short-of-5-years-old cheerleader/drama queen. The other team is made up of the 9 year old first-born. Competition is stiff. The good guys are winning (due in no small part to the art skills of the cheerleader). Good guys roll a 5 and advance to an all-play. The hint is “MONSTERS”. I present to you Exhibit A, my drawing. You can guess which classic movie monster is represented in the o-so-fine work of art.

exhibit A

The sand is barrelling through the hourglass, the guesses are way. way. WAY. off. The bad guys produce Exhibit B to win. Feast your eyes on this.

exhibit B

No justice whatsoever. None. I’m questioning the existence of a sovereign God.

(*the enjoyable part of the evening came when the Good Guys were actually going to let the cheerleader draw for one round. The word was “Skating Rink”. Captain took cheerleader in the other room to tell her that she was going to draw a shoe with circles on the bottom so that it looked like there were wheels under the foot. The cheerleader responded with, “no. I’m just going to draw an elephant working”. Uh. okay. I’ll allow it.)