Archive for December, 2004
M E R R Y C H R I S T M A S
Bonus points to anybody who can decrypt the meaning of this post title. If nobody figures it out, I’ll post the explanation here after the holidays.
Thanks to all of you who visit this site, especially those of you who comment. I’m grateful for the community that you’ve helped to create and for the enjoyment of reading your blogs, as well.
Inuchan, you came closest to deciphering my meaning. Indeed, the “Delta” does refer to the trinity.
I was sitting back trying to think of what I had to say about what Christmas really means to me and what I couldn’t quite capture in words was the extreme difference that I believe Jesus Christ’s life made in our society.
Many social innovations – from women’s rights, to the brand of democracy that we enjoy in the United States – originated from Christ-focused thinking and beliefs. This one solitary life made an impact that we’ll never truly be able to measure.
But then I realized that it’s not just Christ’s life alone, but also the Holy Spirit who dwells with us now and their mysterious trunity with the Father… Yep, Delta Force.
December 24th, 2004
For those of you going away for the holidays, might I suggest leaving a fun voicemail message back home for all of the well-wishers to enjoy as they leave season’s greetings on your answering machine.
Here are some good ones…
We aren’t in at the moment, if you are trying to sell us something please start speaking now and hang up at the beep. Everyone else start speaking at the beep and hang up when you’ve finished.
Being reincarnated as an answering machine is the pits. Keep your karma clean by leaving your name, number, message, and the time that you called.
Hi, you have reached the Borg collective. Please leave your name and star system and we’ll assimilate you as soon as we can.
Please leave a message. However, you have the right to remain silent. Everything you say will be recorded and will be used by us.
You are dazed, bewildered, trapped in a world with no time, where color collides with sound, and shadows explode. You see a sign up ahead. This is no ordinary answering device: This is “The Twilight Phone”
Hi. I’m probably home, I’m just avoiding someone I don’t like. Leave me a message, and if I don’t call back, it’s you.
This is you-know-who. We are you-know-where. Leave your you-know-what you-know-when.
I’m writing the definitive work on pain. I would like you to tell me how this machine makes you feel. Remember, be honest. This is for posterity.
[Klingon] ANSWERING MACHINE. SPEAK.
Alpha Centauri Space Station. Commander Aurorealis can’t come to the phone right now. She’s either saving the universe from some dread, unnamed peril, or perhaps taking a nap. Leave your name and number after the beep and she will return your call.
Suicide Hotline… Please hold….
Prepare for alpha test of Beep Software revision 2.05. Counting down to test: 5…4…3…2…1…
[Voice 1] Answer the phone, please, Hal.
[Voice 2] I’m sorry, Dave, I can’t do that.
We’re sorry. You have reached an imaginary number. Please rotate your phone 90 degrees and try again.
This is a test. This is a test of the Answering Machine Broadcast System. This is only a test.
Thank you for calling Santa’s workshop. Santa can’t come to the phone right now, and the elves are out back barbecuing Blitzen. After the tone, please leave your Christmas list, and maybe we’ll get back to you!
December 23rd, 2004
Normally I leave all of the celebrity poop for Perez Hilton to scoop, but today I must speak. Last night after two hours of DDR I hopped in the shower, turned on the radio just in time to catch the last three songs of the top ten, and proceeded to rock out… You know, like always.
When suddenly my ears were assaulted…
Thinking Britney Spears had finally lost it, maybe that Federline fellow has done a number on her… She was bad before but for heaven’s sake, a remake of “If I Were a Rich Man” from FIDDLER ON THE ROOF?! You’ve got to be kidding.
Wait a minute… Then the DJ informs us that wasn’t the sound of Britney jumping the shark – It was Gwen Stefani, former punk goddess. I tried to turn a blind eye to that Alice in Wonderland travesty because we’re allowed a bonehead move once in a while. But this, Gwen… Why?
Do they make an XM shower radio?
December 21st, 2004
Everybody thinks their pet is the best thing since sliced bread. In my case however, there is no need for exaggeration. You see, I own… Well, to be accurate… I am owned by a lovebird.
No, that’s not one of my photos… My baby is way cuter than that and would refuse to stand still long enough for me to snap a good picture.
Our little agapornis is of the Dutch Blue variety, which means he has a peach forehead, a pale yellow face, wings and body in various shades of green, and bright cobalt blue back and tailfeathers. He’s gorgeous.
Personality? Oh my… He thinks he’s a bird of prey, but he’s really a bird of play. Half falcon, half bat, half clown, half not so good with fractions. This little guy is just so much fun! Am I turning into one of those people that buys Christmas presents for their pets? Yikes, I think so.
December 20th, 2004
Wishing you a Merry Christmas and
a Happy New Year! Love, Aurora
December 17th, 2004
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