The Happy Moron

Whenever a bored ten year old boy picks up a twig, he’s going to break it in two. He might stick it in his ear first, or push around some ants, beetles or worms with it, but when he’s done, he’s going to snap it. That twig has a limited life expectancy.
Ok,ok, he might just [...]

One of the things that I am learning in prayer ministry is that, for everything that we do,  there is a reason. Often it’s not, objectively speaking, a very good reason. From a practical point of view, however, the only thing that matters is that it makes sense to us when we make our decision [...]

Are region specific.
In Edmonton, for example, we think about Groundhog day, and laugh.
Or maybe it’s just that I’m as bitter as the cold outside

I’m cross-posting my comment on Dare Obasanjo’s blog. It’s somewhat repetitive, but it says nicely what I think. What the heck, bits are cheap – I’ll keep it around.
But first, here’s an odd thing – I’m a little nervous whenever I post on the blog/website of a highly respected person.
Half of it is that it’s [...]

“Well done, good and faithful servant! You have been faithful with a few things, I will put you in charge of many things.”
God shows every indication that he understands the concept of a learning curve.
I love to listen in on bus conversations. Canadian public transit is a forboding, stifling experience. People who are undaunted and [...]

And naming your documentation
Sun Java System Application Server Platform Edition 9 Developer’s Guide
is a good way to start.

Sending nasty e-mails is a useful life skill.
It’s important to separate the intent of being nasty from the knowledge that what you say will be received as nasty.
Sometimes, overcoming the fear of being nasty is the nicest possible thing you can do for someone else.

Gee, that didn’t take long.
Facebook have reverted their terms of service changes (temporarily, mind) while they try to draft a version that doesn’t make them sound like Big Brother.
The BBC has a reasonable summary.

Part of the reason I started this blog was to learn how to write. Arguably I already know how to write, but not all writing is writing.
Wait, that doesn’t make sense. But it does. If not all writing is writing, then what is writing?
I feel like a very small child, like my year-old niece. I [...]

When he recited limericks, his chin waggled.
When he drank milk, his nostrils flared.
When he smiled, his two front teeth showed very large. He suffered from osteohippopotimis, he claimed.
To watch him write, you would say there was revelry in poetry.
To watch him drink; poetry in revelry.
I first met him in a park, where he was strewing [...]