Musings:

How many people at faith know of/about me? Sure I’ve been a couple of shows and I’ve had compliments on my excellent portrayal of a Christmas tree, but those were mostly from elementary students. Today I realized that I’m more recognizable than I thought I was. It’s kind of weird in the sense that I don’t know any of these people but my name seems to have made at least some traversions of the Highschool Information Transfer System (HITS for short [which I just made up on the spot in drama today]). Now don’t get me wrong I don’t think I’m some big shot at faith or anything or anything, it’s just that people who I’ve never met call me by my name. It’s kind of surreal. (like the Angry White Boy Polka [http://flashplayer.com/music/angrywhiteboypolka.html])

Today my father arrived home from Tulsa and my mother and sister left for Tulsa. Had they not been using different modes of transportation, I’m sure they would have passed each other on the road. Being as it was that my father and I were home alone tonight we did what any true blue guys would have done we went to Albertson’s and bought (this is exactly what we bought, and all we bought) pizza, beer (for him), Dr Pepper (for me), hotdogs, pork rinds, and cashews. We then came home and watched a movie.

It’s kind of weird, since Wal-Mart has opened up and Burrus closed, the Albertson’s in grapevine has become the new Burrus. By that I mean that a bunch of old people shop there and not much of anybody else. But at least it wasn’t busy.
Tomorrow I start Twin Arrows, the scout junior leadership-training course I’m staffing on. It’ll be very little sleep, lots of songs, poorly cooked food and caffeine. Fun!

This is the story of two brothers, Hing and Ming. One day their pet chicken fell ill, began to molt, and soon lost all of its feathers. Each was devoted to the search for the cure. They differed greatly on how it was to be found. The brothers decided that this would be an ideal test case and agreed to each spend two months trying to cure the chicken.
Hing immediately went back to the university. Having boned up on ornithology and traditional Chinese medicine, he decided that the answer was a prescription of gum-tree leaf tea. He gathered bushels of the tea leaves, brewed gallons of the tea, and poured it into the chicken for the two months.

Meanwhile, Ming traveled all around China, praying at the shrines of his ancestors. One night he had a dream. His ancestors appeared and told him to feed the chicken tea made from gum-tree leaves. Ming, aware of his brother's lack of success, decided that the problem was quantity. He gathered whole CARTLOADS of leaves, and brewed BARRELS of the tea, and poured them into the chicken for the two months. At the end of the time, the poor chicken was still as naked as a bowling ball.

Moral: All of Hing's courses, and all of Ming's kin; couldn't make gum tea refeather a hen.
(Courtesy of http://www.dullmen.com)
  ¶ 3/11/2004 11:00:00 PM