Quintessential Quirk

I've got a brand new superstition:  Fog is bad luck. Period. (Get it tattooed. It's a new discovery!)

*Impersonates Ed Wood writing style*

Do you dare to read the awful truth that I have written down, truthfully? These future events have been documented after interviews from eye-witnesses who witnessed those events on that fateful day so long ago (in the future) with their very eyes. Can your heart stand the truth? Can you survive...bad weather?

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 Like most children of the male pursuasion, I grew up loving all super-heroes. (except Superman. I never liked Superman.) I spent a large portion of my early years pretending to be them.

And then I turned ten.

And decided that I was too smart for that kind of stupidity. People can't really fly. Men can't really spin spider-webs. Women can't really kill with a kiss. And people who ask incessant riddles don't  really rob banks. They go to institutions. Or work in politics.

Now that I'm older, I understand the modern mythos behind comic book heroes. The death-and-rebirth theme. The metaphors contained in series like X-Men or Superman. The idea of the ordinary man doing something extraordinary. 

For that reason, I can appreciate them on a deeper level (are there even deeper levels to comic books?), but I'll never be able just love them because they exist, like I did when I was younger.

Well, this post is a day late and not an hour too soon, but it's the thought that counts right? So, in honor of Earth Day, this post is green. Literally.

First of all, I'm a firm believer in making earth-loving changes to our lives. I kinda like our planet. I've lived here all my life. I've tried to make a few changes (which my television proudly tells me, is not enough). Let's just say that living green in small town America....can be a little difficult.

Well, last week was the first time my parents talked me into attending Wednesday services at our church. It was an...interesting experience to say the least.

First of all, let it be known that I've been to a lot of churches in my life. It comes with the territory of having a preacher for a dad. That being said, most of the youth groups I've had to visit are primarily the same. They work off the basic principal of "you stay in your corner...and I'll stay in mine", which is perfectly okay with me.

When they told me that I absolutely had to go this time, I thought that the rest of the youth group would abide by those time-tested traditions of complete indifference.

Of course, I had to be wrong. That's just how life works.

Oh, yeah...and I was sick, too. 

For some of you who have been wondering about the life of St. Euphineas, here is a excert from Great Saints! A Collection of Religious Figures that You've Never Heard Of Before by Vick Shunall-Arthur.

"One of the lesser known of these early-neo-classical-revival 2.0 prophets is St. Euphineas, the founder of the Prestadigitarian faith. Euphineas was born in the small village of Sanctorvania in the tiny country of Agramenia (which is currently covered in water) to a woodcutter and his wife.