the Unexpressed Advantage

For those of you who haven't seen me in a while, I look quite a bit different these days than I have in the past…

So Guess What?

That's right, the Suburban Refugee is back, but now he's the World Wide Refugee or something. Just like Randy Johnson at the bottom of the 8th, right when I was about to space out and stop blogging forever, SBR is back to finish the day. Whohoo. But I guess all that R.I.P. stuff and the enless tears and the shrieking and the counselling were a waste of time. Dude sure knows how to play with a guy's emotions.

Anyway, Now you don't have to be bored anymore. I'll throw up a feed for the right column as soon as I have time.

God doesn’t speak to me audibly. There are some Christians who say that he does. Not me. Not ever, as far as I can remember. But there are times where He seems to come pretty close. Sometimes he comes close literally, as in really emotional moments. Othertimes its more figurative, as in most of yesterday. In those situations, I sometimes look back and sort of imagine if we were to have a conversation how it would have gone. Often this conversation is like the one I wrote about a few days ago, a bit wry and pithy with God one-upping me in a Job-esque way, as if to remind me who He is and whom I am not. But he does this in a loving way that leaves me feeling better.

Junt in case you are sick of hearing me complain about the cruddy weather up here, I thought I'd complain only visually this time. It must be nice if you live in a place called "Chico."

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special thanks to google desktop

So this has become all the rage in the world of inter-office internet gaming. I'm not really sure what that means.

Anyway, I present you with Desktop Tower Defense

Just play it or find out more after the jump.