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cosmolinguistMy mom's best friend owns a Christian bookstore. They do espresso there now, too, so I have something to do while I'm there with my mom—namely, explain what "latte" means and how to say it, and then drink mine while she and her friend look around and jabber. But the drinks last only so long, so I find myself staring blankly off into space.
This is how I happened to notice the words RELIENT K and MXPX on a poster.
Those are the names of bands.
Yes, the poster being in a Christian bookstore does tell you something about the bands in question. But that my first thought was Heyyyyy and my second thought was I'll have to tell Darren about this... should also tell you something about them. Darren and I are not the most Christian people I know.
Mom's friend saw me looking at this and asked if I wanted to go. A foolish question! I learned that the bookstore had two complimentary tickets and that her kids couldn't use them. I was delighted. So was Darren, when I told him.
I didn't get around to explaining how I got the tickets, though (such nuances are not meant for text messages), so he didn't know until a couple of days ago where they came from. After he asked and I told him, he said, "Oh. I thought you went on the radio and answered some questions, or something." I snickered. He continued with an example: " 'Who died, Cain or Abel?' "
Rather than saying, "Well, they both died, eventually..." as I really wanted to, I decided to continue the conversation rather than end it. "Do you know who died?"
One of the things I hate most about Who Wants To Be A Millionaire? is the way the people sometimes think they have to explain why they know something, or why they think they know it, or why they should know it. But in this case, I was glad to haer the backstory, which Darren seemed to deliver in about the same tone those people used. "Well, I just saw this music video..." he said.
Well, he didn't say it with the link, but I can say it with the link, so I will. He had to actually explain more.
Darren learning Bible stories from a J-rock music video made me laugh.
He eventually got the right answer. "Congratulations, you win a free concert ticket!" I said. He laughed.
However. However this is not all a story of lattes and J-rock and happiness. There is tragedy looming! Last week Darren texted me: "Oh my Darwin! I've popped yet another hope in my car!" I texted back some version of "Huh?" He said he'd meant hose. Stupid predictive text!
Then he said, "This is the second gore on this car. Perhaps I have a cooling system problem. That could be why the warning light is always on." Okay, so maybe predictive text thought hope was more likely than hose. But gore?
Looking back on it now, I think the predictive text was trying to tell us something.
He was told the hose would be there on Monday. It wasn't. By Wednesday, I think, he'd ascertained that they'd lost it, and got them to order a new one. Yesterday he decided that he was just going to ask them for the hose and install it himself. So that was the plan today, but then he called to tell me they'd ordered the wrong thing.
So we can't go. Our story is gory; our hopes are popped.
This is how I happened to notice the words RELIENT K and MXPX on a poster.
Those are the names of bands.
Yes, the poster being in a Christian bookstore does tell you something about the bands in question. But that my first thought was Heyyyyy and my second thought was I'll have to tell Darren about this... should also tell you something about them. Darren and I are not the most Christian people I know.
Mom's friend saw me looking at this and asked if I wanted to go. A foolish question! I learned that the bookstore had two complimentary tickets and that her kids couldn't use them. I was delighted. So was Darren, when I told him.
I didn't get around to explaining how I got the tickets, though (such nuances are not meant for text messages), so he didn't know until a couple of days ago where they came from. After he asked and I told him, he said, "Oh. I thought you went on the radio and answered some questions, or something." I snickered. He continued with an example: " 'Who died, Cain or Abel?' "
Rather than saying, "Well, they both died, eventually..." as I really wanted to, I decided to continue the conversation rather than end it. "Do you know who died?"
One of the things I hate most about Who Wants To Be A Millionaire? is the way the people sometimes think they have to explain why they know something, or why they think they know it, or why they should know it. But in this case, I was glad to haer the backstory, which Darren seemed to deliver in about the same tone those people used. "Well, I just saw this music video..." he said.
Well, he didn't say it with the link, but I can say it with the link, so I will. He had to actually explain more.
Darren learning Bible stories from a J-rock music video made me laugh.
He eventually got the right answer. "Congratulations, you win a free concert ticket!" I said. He laughed.
However. However this is not all a story of lattes and J-rock and happiness. There is tragedy looming! Last week Darren texted me: "Oh my Darwin! I've popped yet another hope in my car!" I texted back some version of "Huh?" He said he'd meant hose. Stupid predictive text!
Then he said, "This is the second gore on this car. Perhaps I have a cooling system problem. That could be why the warning light is always on." Okay, so maybe predictive text thought hope was more likely than hose. But gore?
Looking back on it now, I think the predictive text was trying to tell us something.
He was told the hose would be there on Monday. It wasn't. By Wednesday, I think, he'd ascertained that they'd lost it, and got them to order a new one. Yesterday he decided that he was just going to ask them for the hose and install it himself. So that was the plan today, but then he called to tell me they'd ordered the wrong thing.
So we can't go. Our story is gory; our hopes are popped.
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Date: 2005-11-12 04:35 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-12 03:32 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-12 04:51 am (UTC)Christian music cracks me up, especially the ones where they try to write the lyrics to make it sound like some generic love song.
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Date: 2005-11-12 05:36 pm (UTC)"What's the matter, baby? You're trembling, Jesus baby"
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Date: 2005-11-13 11:08 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-13 11:22 pm (UTC)resulting in such classics as:
"I love you Jesus, I want you to walk with me. I'll take good care of you baby, call you my baby, baby. You died for my sins, and you know that I'd die for you, right? What's the matter baby, you're trembling Jesus baby!
Ohhhhhhohoh, your love, is my life. You know when I'm without you there is a black hole in my life. Oh, I want to believe it's alright, but when I get lonely in the night, it's up to you to save me, Jesus, baby. "
and" I need you in my life, Jesus.
I can't live without you, Jesus
And I just want to feel you deep inside me, Jesus."
And of course "Don't ever leave me, Jesus. I couldn't stand to see you go.
My heart would simply snap, my Lord, if you walked on out that door.
I promise I'll be good to you, and keep you warm at night.
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, why don't we just... shut off the lights."
I wanna get down on my knees and start pleasing Jesus! I wanna feel his salvation all over my face!
The Body of Christ! Sleek swimmer's body, all muscled up and toned!
The Body of Christ! O, Lord Almighty, I wish I could call it my own!
You're one time, two times, three times my Savior...
Whenever I see Jesus up on that Cross I can't help but think that he looks kinda hot...
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Date: 2005-11-14 04:23 am (UTC)