If I didn’t already have a cause that I’m dedicating my life to, I would take up this one:

bancomicsans.com

We are summoning forth the proletariat around the globe to aid us in this revolution. We call on the common man to rise up in revolt against this evil of typographical ignorance. We believe in the gospel message “ban comic sans.” It shall be salvation to all who are literate. By banding together to eradicate this font from the face of the earth we strive to ensure that future generations will be liberated from this epidemic and never suffer this scourge that is the plague of our time.
–bancomicsans.com

Amen and amen! Comic sans immediately puts me in a bad mood, I thought I was weird but now I know I’m not the only one and this has made me happy!

Can I still be a part of the marching band even if I can’t harmonize with Swedish midgets?

Firstly and foremostly, thanks everyone for your prayers against el raging fires. No Family Homes burned - we prayed, He answered, and we are glad. Praise God!

On a freeday not too long ago when I had more time than things to do, I meandered around the archives of Jason’s blog and found what I believe is the best piece of historical fiction I’ve ever read. I was moved, I really was. You could start a whole thriving cult around the legend of The Jason Phenomenon. It’s long so read it when you’ve got more than a minute to spare. Don’t rush through it. Savor it. Savor the sincerity.

My favorite part is the ending paragraph:

Andy sat on his bed for seven days, trying to understand what had happened. Maybe it was his imagination but the fact remained that Jason was Gone. The community also remained baffled at his strange disappearance, and worried for Andy’s sanity. A week later Andy immersed from his room with a smile on his face. “I know what happened”, “Jason’s alright”. “I know what happened”. “He walked, just like Elijah he walked with God, that’s why his body is gone”. “He told me. I saw him. He told me, I swear. He told me that In exchange of his forgiveness that I must forgive.” “I think I understand.” The community, though totally confused somehow understood. and to this day, in Hualtico Mexico, there is talk of a miracle. A miracle of forgiveness. And this is the story of The Jason Phenomenon.

I always knew it was true!

Naw, I found this fun little generator site - perfect for the days when your ego could use a boost.

Chuck: hey
Chuck: here’s a thought
Chuck: my butt is numb
Chuck: asleep
Chuck: I can’t feel it
Chuck: its almost like its not there!
Chuck: WOW!
TallGoddess: wowie zowie
Chuck: Maybe I’ll be lighter if I step on the scale
TallGoddess: good luck with that one
Chuck: so
Chuck: what are you going to do for me
Chuck: for my 21st birthday?
Chuck: I hope you’re thinking about it at least 21 hours in the day
Chuck: 1 hour for each year I’ve lived
TallGoddess: I’ll bake you a cake as fast as I can
TallGoddess: I’ll pat it
TallGoddess: roll it
TallGoddess: and mark it with a J
TallGoddess: to celebrate ME
TallGoddess: yay!
Chuck: That’s terrible
Chuck: here I am
Chuck: comeing into adulthodd
Chuck: hood*
Chuck: learning to spell properly
Chuck: and all you can do is think of yourself??
Chuck: That’s it
Chuck: On YOUR 21st birthday…I’m…I’m…
Chuck: Going to buy a tub of ice cream
Chuck: and eat it MYSELF
Chuck: hahah
TallGoddess: maybe I’ll finish that vector of you and post it on my blog
Chuck: I knew you were going to do that
TallGoddess: really? I just thought of it now
Chuck: I know
Chuck: I thought of it before you
Chuck: I knew you were going to think of it
Chuck: I told you I can see into the future
TallGoddess: you’re bulimic
TallGoddess: you can read minds
Chuck: I know
Chuck: no
Chuck: I can see into the future
Chuck: If you just thought of it now
TallGoddess: oh
Chuck: How could I have read your mind before?
Chuck: I have to outdo everyone on your b-day present
Chuck: because i’m your BFF
Chuck: its important
Chuck: to out do people
Chuck: I have to be BETTER!
TallGoddess: I hope I outdo everyone with you
Chuck: Its important!!
TallGoddess: but i don’t know
Chuck: well - if you’re unsure
Chuck: just get two things
Chuck: it solves everything
TallGoddess: I did
Chuck: ha!
Chuck: wow
Chuck: That’s pretty fantastical
TallGoddess: now I’m insecure
TallGoddess: what if you like Luca’s speakers more then my present?
Chuck: Ah
Chuck: I wont
Chuck: I’ll like the speakers
Chuck: But I’ll like yours more
TallGoddess: promise?
Chuck: See - its the BFF’s responsibility to out do everyone else
Chuck: but it’s also the opposite BFF’s responsibility to like the BFF’s present more then everyone else’s
Chuck: its a real give and take
TallGoddess: well, I just hope I can deliver
Chuck: me too
Chuck: I have high expectations for you
Chuck: hee
Chuck: Are your palms sweating yet?
Chuck: Don’t ruin your keyboard
TallGoddess: I’ll do my best
Chuck: good
Chuck: Now
Chuck: Good bye
Chuck: and good night
TallGoddess: good night BFF
Chuck: I said it first
TallGoddess: wutev
Chuck: wutevEREREREERERERERERERERERERERE
Chuck: You need to go to ER
Chuck: Get it?
Chuck: Emergency Room?
Chuck: hahahahah
Chuck: GO there to get your ER’s back
TallGoddess: wow, we’re feeling bril today aren’t we?
Chuck: Yea
Chuck: we are
TallGoddess: you’re such a dork
Chuck: but you like it
Chuck: You think i’m cool
Chuck: You want to be just like me
TallGoddess: you don’t have to rub it in

HBD BFF! I thought I’d go with the abstract instead of the sentimental this year. And, oh hey look, I finished the vector.

Feel free to leave mushy gushy berfday love for Chuck, just the way she likes it.

All hail matte, say it with me Marky!

All hail!

So many saints to thank. Okay, deeeeeep breath, and:

There were a lot of things that impressed me about the whole XD experience, but the one that impressed me the most is how a hard-working field Home managed to leave their house and personnel for three weeks to the mercy of a hoard of (as Ryan would say) jacked-up-on-Mountain-Dew young people. Ryan, Becca, Nicole and everyone else in the PR Home, you guys are some of the most awesome people I’ve met and I admire you so much! I only saw a fraction of what you guys had to sacrifice for us wayward young’uns to get strengthened but what I did see is enough to make me want to sell all my possessions, move to PR and offer myself as your slave for at least a decade or so. I’m serious.

Okay, if I go on too long I start to sound like something straight out of Chicken Soup for the Soul but believe me, I could go on for awhile. May your names be written in the Golden Book. You all rock.

That also goes to you Brian, and all of you cool organizers and sheps - except for Jason, the fat shepherd who only wants to sell my wool (it’s okay, I can say this partly because I jest and partly because Jason doesn’t read my blog) I love you Prom, and I’ll miss you and how you laugh at everything I say.

And thank you so so so much, all my too-kool-fo-skool Home members, for stuff-staying and covering all our dish slots, phone slots, dinner slots, jobs, JJT’s and everything else. Y’all are every synonym in the book for “awesome”. Now that I’m back, feel free to make me do your jobs for you at any given moment and watch how I do it wholeheartedly out of the abundance of my gratitude.

To finish up, here’s a little samsing for your edification. This was part of a praise time dance competition - Johnny and Chuck doing a killer contemporary number. How they rawk my world!