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Underoo Enforcement

While the state of Louisiana certainly has its faults, I must applaud a recent development in several LA local governments.

I guess I’m old fashioned, but it just drives me up the wall when I see guys walking around with their boxer shorts exposed well past the point of reason. I know I don’t want to see your underoos, and, try as I might, I have yet to find any one else who does. When I ask guys why they prefer to have their butts hanging out of their pants, they never seem to have a good answer. “Ah’dunno. Iz coo’ I guess.” Riiiight.

Well, gentlemen, there are now several communities in Louisiana in which it is very not “coo'” including Mansfield, a small community just south of Shreveport.

“Pull ’em up or pay up.”

That’s Police Chief Don English’s interpretation of a new law that takes effect in Mansfield on Sept. 15

Anyone caught wearing sagging pants who exposes his or her underwear will be subject to a fine of up to $150 plus court costs, or face up to 15 days in jail.

The laws being enacted are most often clarifications of existing indecency rules already on the books. You can read the complete article here.

School Daze

It’s the first day of school for most of the kids I know (including my wife). Back to the old grind. And in my life, that has a double meaning because I drive right past Grapevine High School on my commute. In the summer time, I breeze past it without a second thought. When school’s in session, however, it’s a 10 minute, bumper to bumper grind.

Okay, enough whining. Here’s this week’s white board quip.

It is a miracle that curiosity survives formal education.
– Albert Einstein

Now, that didn’t hurt a bit, did it?

I upgraded WordPress (the software on which the blog runs) to the latest version today (2.2.2). I really like the new features and it takes care of some of the major annoyances I was facing in the last version.

I used BlueHost‘s Fantastico software manager to do the upgrade. One click, done. Easy as pie.

It looks like everything is running smoothly, but if you notice any weirdness (other than the usual weirdness) please post a comment and let me know.

It is finished.

I stayed up to the wee hours last night to get the San Antonio mission trip video finished. The short version (for display on websites and as promotion in the church) is done and up on YouTube, as well as MySpace. The pictures are online here, in case you forgot.

I plan to do a longer version with some of the “interviews” and a lot more silliness. So far that’s not going so well. Roxio seems to get grumpy when the video gets to be more than about five minutes. It bogs down and eventually crashes. Maybe someone out on the inkernets knows some tricks that can help me nurse my Roxio through a good ten or twenty minute, DVD quality video.

Anyway. I hope you like the video and maybe you can join us for our next trip!! I’m pretty sure we’ll make another trip to New Orleans next spring.

Better hurry!

Only 126 shopping days until Christmas. Which reminds me, I updated my t-shirt wish list today.

Subtle, huh?

Sword vs Bullet

This weekend Tammy and I watched the MythBuster’s Mega Movie Myths DVD from NetFlix. One of the myths covered is cutting through a sword with a sword. Highlight the next line for the results. (Hidden with magical spoilerific technology!)

->Busted. You can’t cut a sword with a sword. You might bend it to the breaking point, but that’s not the same thing.<-

It reminded me of a video I saw a while back in which they try to cut a bullet with a sword. It’s from Japanese TV, so they could be talking about short bread and shoe shine for all I know, but the video shows what happens when you shoot at a well built katana with a pistol.

You probably want to hit pause until the video fully loads before you try to watch it.

Clicky clicky.

Did you ever wonder…

I’m a bit of a germaphobe. I get pretty freaked out in drug stores when I know that 90% of the people who have touched things in there are just dripping with disease. Okay, maybe I’m more than “a bit” of a germaphobe. Anyway, here’s this week’s white board quip. Now I have to go wash my hands.

Why do drugstores make the sick walk all the way to the back of the store to get their prescriptions while healthy people can buy cigarettes at the front?

OMG TSNF!

(Title translation for folks who don’t deal with teenagers: “Oh my gosh! That’s so not fair!”)

You may have heard the sad sad tale of Windy Hager. (It’s “Windy” with an “i”. In this, I feel her pain.) Windy is 16 years old (Almost an adult!) and for months, her parents had been total jerks when it came to her boyfriend, Brenton. They tried everything to keep the two apart. When Windy and finally had enough, she pulled the teen angst trump card and informed her parents that she “hated” them. It was at this that her parents, Dennis and Betty Hager, finally relented. They would let Windy and her boyfriend do whatever they wanted to do.

So far, this is just like several million other cases in which parents wimped out to the detriment of their own kids. But in this case it’s much much worse. You see, in this case, the boyfriend is Brenton Wuchae, Windy’s 40-year-old track coach and the parental relent involved signing consent forms for their under aged daughter to marry the old perv.

Like I said you may have heard this story because it was all over the news a month or so ago. What you may not have heard is this follow up story. When Windy moved out, she left behind some things. One can imagine that she’d be in a hurry to get out before her parents came to their senses.

She recently took her parents to court to try and get her stuff out of her old room. I am totally not making this up: a mounted fish, a sculpture, a PlayStation game system, and a Beanie Babies collection valued at $300. Now how could anyone doubt the maturity level of a girl who sues her parents for custody of her beanie babies? (And believes that such a collection has any monetary value whatsoever.)

The judge promptly threw out the case because a parent of a minor legally owns all the possessions of their children, especially when they paid for them in the first place. Like I said, “TSNF!” Windy has the right to appeal the case, but it’s unlikely that screaming and throwing things will go very far with the appellate court. And everyone knows that judges couldn’t care less if you hate them.

What’s the deal with crazy people and Jesus?

When we were on our mission trip, a very inebriated gentleman approached some of our kids near the Alamo. Before they had a chance to ask him if he knew Jesus as his personal savior, he introduced himself as Jesus. The Lord and Savior then asked them if they had any weed they’d be willing to part with.

In the news, a man went for a walk in his birthday suit (That means nekkid for your yankees.) around the county court house in Palestine, Texas. (Palestine! Coincidence? I think not.) When police confronted him, he said it was okay because he’s friends with Jesus. Oh! I see. Carry on then.

(As an aside, the journalist gets extra points for this line, “[The police officer] said he had never been exposed to such an incident.” Ahaa! Exposed. Ba-dump tshh!)

And in a story we’ve all heard a million times, some nut jobs in Connecticut claim that Jesus’ image has “miraculously” appeared in the wood grain pattern of their kitchen cabinet. (Insert your own shellac fumes joke here.)

So, what I want to know is this: In countries with different religious backgrounds, does this still happen? Do drunk Indians (towel, not feather) claim to be Shiva before they ask you for some vegetarian doobage? Do Middle Eastern Muslims ever “see” Mohammad’s face in their falafels? Would a French Atheist ever walk around naked and then claim to be friends with no one? Well, I guess that last one is pretty probable, but you get my point.

Is the link between insanity and Jesus a purely American invention?

MSMT07

Strange title, you might say. “MSMT07” is the name of the directory where I am storing all the pictures and videos I took last week during “Middle School Mission Tour 2007”. It was an amazing trip and one in which I grew more than any previous mission trip.

This year was different in many ways. Bill Bray is the high school minister at our church. He’s also the missions coordinator and since our middle school minister quit, he’s also covering that role. The problem was that Bill and our previous middle school minister had planned this year’s mission trips back to back. It made lots of sense as long as we had two youth ministers to handle the task. By the time the trips got here, we did not have two youth ministers. Tammy and I took the lead roles in getting the middle school trip off the ground. Bill, who spent the previous week in Mexico with the high schoolers, only drove as far as San Antonio on the way back and met up with us there. Thus Tammy and I were the defacto youth leaders for the week before the trip and for the drive down to San Antonio.

On top of that, the rest of the high school group pulled into the church parking lot during this year’s dinner theater. We were obviously too busy to perform in the theater this time, but we did serve as wait staff for the event. Tammy had to sneak out during the play and intercept the high schoolers, collecting the supplies that we needed for the middle school trip, which departed the next morning. Busy busy busy.

We focused more on evangelism this year, teaching our youth the key Bible verses to use and how to explain the path to salvation. When Monday night came and we did our usual night on the Riverwalk, we equipped the kids with tracts and instructed them not to “throw them around” and shout “Jesus loves you!” Instead they were to talk to people. Find out their stories. See what they believed. The kids did great, but, naturally, they were nervous and unsure of what to say. So, they asked me to “go first”. I witnessed to our waiter at dinner and later “backed up” the kids as they talked to venders in the mall. I honestly surprised myself with how easily I was able to convey the message of salvation to perfect strangers, answering their questions and leading them with questions of my own. I’ve witnessed to friends before, but these were my first “cold calls” and they went very well.

Tuesday, Bill told us we were going to feed some homeless, so I had been telling the kids all week that we’d be at a soup kitchen. Boy was I wrong. We worked with an inner city church and actually set up folding tables under a bridge in the midst of our society’s forgotten souls. There were drug deals going on all around us. In any other situation, I would be scared to death to have 50 14-year-olds in that kind of environment. But when you’re serving God, peace reigns. I was never scared. Even my germophobia disappeared as I loved on people who were crusted with disease and smelled like… well… like hobos.

As the week went on it became more and more painful to me to realize that all the good work we were doing in San Antonio could just have easily been done in our own back yard. As a friend of mine put it, it’s just like people who go to church on Christmas and Easter (a.k.a. C&E Christians). For them church is an “experience” that is part of their holiday. For us, witnessing and doing God’s work is part of the “experience” of the mission trip and that’s just as wrong as the C&E’s. We should be living God’s work every day, feeding the homeless who live under bridges meer miles from our own church, witnessing to the lost all around us. I have not been doing that and I am strongly convicted to change.

After every mission trip or church camp, I warn our kids that Satan will attack you and try to break down the convictions you gained, the joy you felt, and the lessons you learned. It’s such a regular occurrence that we have a name for it. You come home with “camp high” and within two weeks it’s gone because “real life” has beat you down and stolen your motivation. My “camp high” was under attack even before the week was half over. While I was still on the trip I got some bad news from work. Dave, my good friend and mentor; the “go to guy” for everything I work on, had given his two week notice. When I got back to work, I’d have only a week and a half to try and absorb five years worth of knowledge before I became that “go to guy”. Talk about stress. I managed to finish the week without thinking about it too much, but now that I’m back behind my desk, “real life” is hitting pretty hard.

If you know Christ, please pray that my current “camp high” will not fade, that my convictions to live a mission trip lifestyle will have permanent effects.

I’ve got my pictures from there trip uploaded and will have the video edited soon. While you’re at it, you can also check out pictures from MSMT05 and MSMT06.
God bless you all.

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