What do you get when St. Nicholas marries an elf?
A bunch of dependent Clauses.
What are an elf's in-laws called?
Bought a new capo today. I lost my old one, a simple bar with an elastic band. My new one is the alligator kind, designed to bite down on the guitar neck. The music store folks were surprised that I was content with my old one. This one is easier to reposition, they explained, and it'll last much longer.
"I've had my old one since [about] 1980," I said. Whereat they boggled.
Now to try this out.
Just fought a struggle with myself after reading the smug, self-righteous comment of a colleague on another friend's FB post. It's hard to just walk away. I want to rip into him so badly. But the thing about internet flame wars is, even when you win, you lose. It's just not worth it.
I remember meeting clergy like this guy back when I was an unchurched kid. I didn't know what to believe back then, didn't know who Jesus was, was clueless about Church -- but I knew a phony when I met one.
Now, we're all sinners. I can understand that. I'm not going to throw stones at preachers who mess up, 'cause everybody does. But phony is a choice, a choice to defraud others. The people who come to Rev. Bogus's church don't get "the faith once delivered to the saints," but Rev. Bogus's personal theology, which often bears little resemblance to anything in the Bible or the Creed. Rev. Bogus knows which rules should be obeyed and which should be disobeyed. Rev. Bogus has been consistently promoted by the denominational powers that be because he stands for all the right causes and knows all the right people, but without the safety net of a guaranteed appointment, I don't think he would last two years in pastoral ministry; there is just no substance to what he offers.
No doubt Rev. Bogus thinks I'm an embarrassment to the cause. The feeling is mutual.