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why?

Why do people have dedication stickers to dearly departed loved ones on their crappy cars and trucks?

Why, pippa?

Why?

You’ve all seen this, right?

You pull up at a stoplight behind some dilapidated truck and sprawled across the back window is a giant memorial decal that says something like:

In Loving Memory Of

MUFFINS O’GRADY

1948 — 2006

Uhm, yeah. I don’t get it. I really don’t.

Is it the measly sticker that’s “in loving memory of Muffins O’Grady” or is your entire truck now a rattling, smoke-smelling, oil-leaking — but loving, don’t forget loving — memorial to good and dead ol’ Muffins?

Which is it?

“I dedicate this measly sticker to you, dead person”?

Or

“I dedicate this crummy car to you, dead person”?

And do you, the dead person, looking down from heaven — one hopes — feel grateful for said memorial of a measly sticker or a crappy car?

Or would you rather have flowers? Or rather they live a loving life in your memory?

Or do you kind of wish you could come back to life for five seconds to kick your loved one in their stupid ass keister?

That’s ass keister. You heard me.

I’ve told MB that’s he’s not allowed to do this if I crump it first. It is absolutely forbidden. But then I’ve also told him if he crumps it first, I will pull his pants down in protest and THEN call 911.

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“come thou fount of every blessing”

My other favorite traditional hymn, “Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing.” This is a really cool version by Sufjan Stevens. I love it. Quirky and open and vulnerable.

I even like the video here. Although the images have nothing to do with the song, they’re gorgeous.

The lyrics below are the more modernized version. I prefer the original lyrics.

Come Thou Fount of every blessing
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,
Mount of God’s unchanging love.

Here I raise my Ebenezer;
Hither by Thy help I’m come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood.

O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let that grace now like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.

(An Ebenezer or Eben-Ezer, found in 1 Samuel 7:12, which says: Then Samuel took a stone and set it up between Mizpah and Jeshanah, and named it Ebenezer; for he said, “Thus far the LORD has helped us.” It’s a stone of remembrance and fresh beginnings, acknowledging God’s help. Pretty cool, huh?)

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“the hopeless incognito of antoine”

Okay. Another Hopeless Incognito girl based on Marie Antoinette. Uhm, obviously, I hope.

Actually, I’m showing you what I consider a screw-up. This is old, from several months ago. The blue background didn’t scan so well, which is probably just as well, because the blue paint didn’t take — I must have spilled some glaze or something next to the right arm there, so it’s just white. Uhm, I’m also not pleased with her dress — it’s collaged with papers and tissue and, eh, didn’t turn out the way I wanted. But, I have to say the whole tied-on fake mole thing pleases me because I find it so ridiculous. And I’m happy with her hair. I’ll think I’ll do more of these little “Antoines.” (Her nickname.) I think I can do better.

Still, here she is. Even though, shhhh, can’t see her, especially with that mole:

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is it too early?

Uhm, is it too early in the season to utterly renounce the Chargers?

I mean, I usually renounce them at least once per season, but we’re only four weeks in.

Maybe it’s premature. Still. I’m sorely tempted.

Also, I know this is a sacrilege to say, but I’m getting mighty tired of that LaDainian Tomlinson. He is constantly injured, a delicate diamond-studded flower. Groin pull. Twisted ankle. Hang nail. Runny nose. Ear hair.

Yup. There’s LT, standing on the sidelines, limping in pain from ear hair. Wait. A trainer’s on hand to rub the ear hair, keep it loose, etc. Phhhew. Thank God.

Come ON, precious.

Get up, take those diamond stud earrings out and win us some games!!!

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heard on “the nfl on fox”

Troy Aikman: Well, he should have saw that.

You know, at first, I didn’t agree, Troy. I mean, I watched the play and did not see how he could have saw that. But on replay, yeah, duh, he totally should have sawn that.

Those kinds of stupid mistakes are SO embarrassing, aren’t they, Troy Aikman?

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no, church is really weird

“Weird” is too mild a word. Honestly, you have no idea. But I have slipped into a gray aphasia on the whole thing.

I want to write about it. I cannot find the words.

I am numb today.

Let’s just talk about the coccyx some more.