slamjet

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  1. PC is here to set the example of what true theological discourse among fellow brothers should be like.
  2. My parents were Catholic. I can still remember my dad telling me about Catholic stuff. My mom even got a masters degree from Loyola Marymount University. She loved how it reminded her of her Catholic upbringing. So I'm fond of the Catholic faith because of my Parents. Besides, if I weren't LDS, I'd be Catholic.
  3. slamjet

    I confess

    I own a sewing machine and know how to use it. I miss being married *eck* I know the first impression I give is weird and strange and the more I try to fix that, the worse it gets.
  4. Harry Potter is an evil franchise that peddles black magic and evil spells, all with the goal of promoting satanic lifestyle and worship actually, I like the original Dumbledore (RIP) much better than his replacement. And no, I didn't read the books (too many words).
  5. And then dive into a deep depression because she has dynamic allocation.
  6. IE can't go away soon enough, but, my understanding is that it's so integrated into the OS that i doubt it's going to go away anytime soon.
  7. Ok, I'm going to go very, very unpopular here (especially since this board has it's share of cops). I feel for the families that lost their loved ones, but I have difficulty getting past the uniform. I was raised on a block where there was a cop who would come out and hassle and threaten us kids every time he got drunk. He was always on a power trip telling us that he put kids in jail for less than what we did (what, ride our bikes up and down the street?). In my schools, I've had school cops put their hands on their guns while smiling at us, intimidating students, and other run-ins that only added to my disdain. What finally clinched it for me are the corrupt, lazy, needling deputies in jail that wanted to egg us on to do something. I wasn't taken to medical after being attacked then later passed out on the floor from the concussion I got. I was a "good" inmate who didn't cause any troubles but they pulled me out and made it look like I was snitching. Fortunately, I was big enough and proved myself that no one in my pod messed with me. Then they raided and took away all kinds of legal papers and let the trustees come in and take our stores. Complain? Please, the complaint forms went to the deputies and we were straight out told that they were not going to be forwarded. I have Sheriffs and LAPD in my ward that I socialize with, but I have difficulty looking past their badges. So I get why there's so much anger towards the police and their feeling of alienation that no one is listening. Do I agree with their methods? No, burning their neighborhoods and generally getting violent isn't acceptable. But if no one is willing to do something to reign in the bad cops or the ones on power trips but shield them, well, you get a tarnishing of the decent cops and a whole lot of frustrated people.
  8. But then my favorite is the nerdy-legal version (it's the very last line that makes it for me): Whereas, on or about the night prior to Christmas, there did occur at a certain improved piece of real property (hereinafter "the House") a general lack of stirring by all creatures therein, including, but not limited to a mouse. A variety of foot apparel, e.g. stocking, socks, etc., had been affixed by and around the chimney in said House in the hope and/or belief that St. Nick a/k/a/ St. Nicholas a/k/a/ Santa Claus (hereinafter "Claus") would arrive at sometime thereafter. The minor residents, i.e. the children, of the aforementioned House, were located in their individual beds and were engaged in nocturnal hallucinations, i.e. dreams, wherein vision of confectionery treats, including, but not limited to, candies, nuts and/or sugar plums, did dance, cavort and otherwise appear in said dreams. Whereupon the party of the first part (sometimes hereinafter referred to as "I"), being the joint-owner in fee simple of the House with the parts of the second part (hereinafter "Mamma"), and said Mamma had retired for a sustained period of sleep. (At such time, the parties were clad in various forms of headgear, e.g. kerchief and cap.) Suddenly, and without prior notice or warning, there did occur upon the unimproved real property adjacent and appurtent to said House, i.e. the lawn, a certain disruption of unknown nature, cause and/or circumstance. The party of the first part did immediately rush to a window in the House to investigate the cause of such disturbance. At that time, the party of the first part did observe, with some degree of wonder and/or disbelief, a miniature sleigh (hereinafter the "Vehicle") being pulled and/or drawn very rapidly through the air by approximately eight (8) reindeer. The driver of the Vehicle appeared to be and in fact was, the previously referenced Claus. Said Claus was providing specific direction, instruction and guidance to the approximately eight (8) reindeer and specifically identified the animal co-conspirators by name: Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donder and Blitzen (hereinafter the "Deer"). (Upon information and belief, it is further asserted that an additional co-conspirator named Rudolph may have been involved.) The party of the first part witnessed Claus, the Vehicle and the Deer intentionally and willfully trespass upon the roofs of several residences located adjacent to and in the vicinity of the House, and noted that the Vehicle was heavily laden with packages, toys and other items of unknown origin or nature. Suddenly, without prior invitation or permission, either express or implied, the Vehicle arrived at the House, and Claus entered said House via the chimney. Said Claus was clad in a red fur suit, which was partially covered with residue from the chimney, and he carried a large sack containing a portion of the aforementioned packages, toys, and other unknown items. He was smoking what appeared to be tobacco in a small pipe in blatant violation of local ordinances and health regulations. Claus did not speak, but immediately began to fill the stocking of the minor children, which hung adjacent to the chimney, with toys and other small gifts. (Said items did not, however, constitute "gifts" to said minor pursuant to the applicable provisions of the U.S. Tax Code.) Upon completion of such task, Claus touched the side of his nose and flew, rose and/or ascended up the chimney of the House to the roof where the Vehicle and Deer waited and/or served as "lookouts." Claus immediately departed for an unknown destination. However, prior to the departure of the Vehicle, Deer and Claus from said House, the party of the first part did hear Claus state and/or exclaim: "Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!" Or words to that effect.
  9. A bit late, but what the heck: 'Twas The Night Before Christmas - Scientific Style 'Twas the nocturnal segment of the diurnal period preceding the annual Yuletide celebration, and throughout our place of residence, kinetic activity was not in evidence among the possessors of this potential, including that species of domestic rodent known as Musmusculus. Hosiery was meticulously suspended from the forward edge of the wood burning caloric apparatus, pursuant to our anticipatory pleasure regarding an imminent visitation from an eccentric philanthropist among whose folkloric appellations is found the honorific title of St. Nicholas. The prepubescent siblings, comfortably ensconced in their respective accommodations of repose, were experiencing subconscious visual hallucinations of variegated fruit confections moving rhythmically through their cerebrums. My conjugal partner and I, attired in our nocturnal head coverings, were about to take slumberous advantage of the hibernal darkness when upon the avenaceous exterior portion of the grounds there ascended such a cacophony of dissonance that I felt compelled to arise with alacrity from my place of repose for the purpose of ascertaining the precise source thereof. Hastening to the casement, I forthwith opened the barriers sealing this fenestration, noting thereupon that the lunar brilliance without, reflected as it was on the surface of a recent crystalline precipitation, might be said to rival that of the solar meridian itself - thus permitting my incredulous optical sensory organs to behold a miniature airborne runnered conveyance drawn by eight diminutive specimens of the genus Rangifer, piloted by a minuscule, aged chauffeur so ebullient and nimble that it became instantly apparent to me that he was indeed our anticipated caller. With his ungulate motive power travelling at what may possibly have been more vertiginous velocity than patriotic alar predators, he vociferated loudly, expelled breath musically through contracted labia, and addressed each of the octet by his or her respective cognomen - "Now Dasher, now Dancer..." et al. - guiding them to the uppermost exterior level of our abode, through which structure I could readily distinguish the concatenations of each of the 32 cloven pedal extremities. As I retracted my cranium from its erstwhile location, and was performing a 180-degree pivot, our distinguished visitant achieved - with utmost celerity and via a downward leap - entry by way of the smoke passage. He was clad entirely in animal pelts soiled by the ebony residue from oxidation of carboniferous fuels which had accumulated on the walls thereof. His resemblance to a street vendor I attributed largely to the plethora of assorted playthings which he bore dorsally in a commodious cloth receptacle. His orbs were scintillate with reflected luminosity, while his submaxillary dermal indentations gave every evidence of engaging amiability. The capillaries of his malar regions and nasal appurtenance were engorged with blood which suffused the subcutaneous layers, the former approximating the coloration of Albion's floral emblem, the latter that of the Prunus avium, or sweet cherry. His amusing sub- and supralabials resembled nothing so much as a common loop knot, and their ambient hirsute facial adornment appeared like small, tabular and columnar crystals of frozen water. Clenched firmly between his incisors was a smoking piece whose grey fumes, forming a tenuous ellipse about his occiput, were suggestive of a decorative seasonal circlet of holly. His visage was wider than it was high, and when he waxed audibly mirthful, his corpulent abdominal region undulated in the manner of impectinated fruit syrup in a hemispherical container. He was, in short, neither more nor less than an obese, jocund, multigenarian gnome, the optical perception of whom rendered me visibly frolicsome despite every effort to refrain from so being. By rapidly lowering and then elevating one eyelid and rotating his head slightly to one side, he indicated that trepidation on my part was groundless. Without utterance and with dispatch, he commenced filling the aforementioned appended hosiery with various of the aforementioned articles of merchandise extracted from his aforementioned previously dorsally transported cloth receptacle. Upon completion of this task, he executed an abrupt about- face, placed a single manual digit in lateral juxtaposition to his olfactory organ, inclined his cranium forward in a gesture of leave-taking, and forthwith effected his egress by renegotiating (in reverse) the smoke passage. He then propelled himself in a short vector onto his conveyance, directed a musical expulsion of air through his contracted oral sphincter to the antlered quadrupeds of burden, and proceeded to soar aloft in a movement hitherto observable chiefly among the seed-bearing portions of a common weed. But I overheard his parting exclamation, audible immediately prior to his vehiculation beyond the limits of visibility: "Ecstatic Yuletide to the planetary constituency, and to that self same assemblage, my sincerest wishes for a salubrious beneficial and gratifyingly pleasurable period between sunset and dawn."
  10. Nope, no revoking of membership number. They used the same number I've always had during and after my excommunication. Other than that, being ex'd and rebaptised, there's not much else I can add to answer the OP's question. Others have done a fine job.
  11. Love it! To bad it's a bit pricy.
  12. One must go into a marriage with their eye's wide open, then squint while married.
  13. A couple of ribeyes, a couple of potatos, a little bit of salad, bolillo rolls, cheesecake. Keeping it simple and within my cooking skill-set (i.e. store-bought stuff).
  14. Well, now that it's the next day, I probably should edit and soften my comments since I broke my #1 cardinal rule: STAY OFF ALL COMMUNICATION DEVICES WHEN I'M IN A BAD PLACE OR MOOD! I've been trying to be nice to one of the Elder's Quorum Counselors regardless of how judgmental and superior he's been towards me. But yesterday, he ended up being pretty cruel. It got to the point that, in Elders, after he openly made a snide comment about me, I lost it and sincerely told him that I really wanted to smack his head off (actually, I raised my voice, I can be pretty entertaining at times). You can imagine where the Spirit went after that. I have a difficult time suffering fools. Seems the holidays brings them out for all to have to deal with. Thus, my rant.
  15. Dang-it, wrong forum. Hopefully Pam will switch this over to "General."
  16. Ok, I have a bad attitude, fine. But I take issue when I read so and so bought a car for a really poor person, or so and so group helped out a super needy family, or so and so did something so nice for this person. Why? Because they love them, people, whatever. They're propped up as an example of being full of charity. I'm sorry, no. So now we come to this time of year when people take time to go help at a homeless kitchen. Ok, where were you the rest of the year? Someone get's into the Christmas spirit and helps someone. Ok, what about the rest of the year? An individual who decides to be friendly to everyone around them because it's Christmas! Ok, go away you disingenuous person. Then I hear that same old phrase "it's the love of people that drives me." Ok, BLEH! To love someone so much that you do something for them is easy, almost cheap. To go up to someone and say "you're a fellow brother/sister so I love you" is easy. To volunteer somewhere only on the Thanksgiving or Christmas holiday is cheap. It's easy to love people that are basically good people who have never caused any problems and have clean lives. I'm sorry, whatever. Charity is to not only love the one's that are easy to love, but to also love the criminal, to be able to look at a rapist, murderer, molester and see them for what they really are - children of God who have had horrific things happen to them as children that broke them and became the catalyst for the decisions they made (not abdicating their responsibility, but looking honestly at why they do what they did). Charity is to give the time of day to the mental case who is breaking down, the felon who is unhirable and undesirable, the person full of angst, that person who is so easy to dismiss because they do not fit in, that person who will never be a candidate for the clique, the unwanted. Charity is more than just giving during the holidays because "tis the season." Charity is looking in a persons face, regardless of what they've done, who they are, what lot in life they are in, what the do or don't have, whatever lifestyle they're living, and seeing the image of God, in who's image we are all created in. I dislike this season because I really don't care to listen or read when people have done such wonderful things because of the time of year it is. It's dishonest and disingenuous. If a person is not willing to do the same the other 11 months of the year, then don't do it on the 12th. At least they'll keep some semblance of their integrity. So have a Merry Christmas and whatever good you've done this season, please, don't do it or give the excuse that it's the season of giving, but do it because its your lifestyle to be caring. This way, you'll be more open to hear the Holy Spirit all year round as He whispers to you about that person who needs help and their and your Father in Heaven is trusting you to be that tool in His hand for their betterment. Because most of the time, all that's needed is the comforting acknowledgement that someone knows they exist and that they are worthy of being given kindness.
  17. The first lesson I learned is that most management will not spend money on something they don't understand. Thus, the crappiest and oldest servers out there tend to be the ones that are the most $$$ critical while priorities are to make sure everyone has colored staplers.
  18. Proverbs 22:10 Cast out the scorner, and contention shall go out; yea, strife and reproach shall cease. Matthew 5:37 But let your communication be, Yea, yea; Nay, nay: for whatsoever is more than these cometh of evil. Titus 3:9 But avoid foolish questions, and genealogies, and contentions, and strivings about the law; for they are unprofitable and vain.
  19. At any time. Tell them that they're both idiots (seriously) and walk away (done this many times). But then, I'm not a nice guy.
  20. Temple. I'm feeling more on track (after getting side-railed for a bit) so my goal for next year is to qualify to have my blessing restored by next Christmas.
  21. Yea, about kids, we didn't let our young kids go up there. Because of that, they didn't go up on their own to give their first testimonies until they were about 12 years old. But they've given plenty of talks so it wasn't like the pulpit was a new place for them. We didn't want them to think that it was "fun" to get up every testimony meeting. Besides, me and my ex really don't care for little kids giving their testimonies.
  22. Today's meeting started off with one of our elderly brothers who has a pension of making his life seem miserable as a way to be better than us. And today, he was in rare form. Let's see... - We don't know what suffering was because HE lived through the great depression. - We don't know what hard time are because HE lived through the great depression. - Both of the above with the added reason because HE lived through WW II. - The world is so full of sin, that homosexuals are being treated as normal (yea, he went there). I will not go further on is ranting because it should have been shut down with all his blathering’s about how tough he has it, how sinful the world is, practically daring the leadership to shut him up and, yes, more on homosexuals. On the one hand thankful that the Lord loves him and all sinners, but on the other hand, the evils of the gay people. The one good thing, and this was a lesson on how good rises up in the face of evil (yes, I do believe he was spouting evil) there were others who stood up and in a very gracious, and in one case, beautiful and thought provoking way, countered and brought the spirit back into the meeting. It was to the point that it got me off my duff to contribute, talking about how I am thankful for those people, and there are many in my ward, who looked past my major indiscretions and, with warm hearts, welcomed and fellowshipped me back into activity. I generally am not fond of testimony meeting, using that day to go around the Stake to take care of my tech calling, but today was an interesting meeting.
  23. To try to understand what we will be doing in heaven with the feeble mortal minds with nare much of a prospective beyond this life that we all have been born with is pretty much a futile feat, unless we think we know the mind of God. The best yardstick we've got is the love our Father in Heaven has for us. He's given us a beautiful earth to live on as we live in this period of probation where we can further our education on what it is to be eternal. So have faith my friend because He's a whole lot more involved in our lives than we can imagine so that we can all have a chance to qualify for a promised inheritence of all He has. Boring? I don't think we can even begin to imagine even a dinky percentage of what that inheretance is.