A Christian Cruising Q and A

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Q:  Any problems finding the ship for the Big Christian Cruise?  Did you go to the wrong port?

A:  Did I go to the wrong port?  That's kind of a strange question.  Did I go to the wrong port?  Whatever.

Q:  Did you go to the wrong port?

A:  I don't get why this question is relevant, and --

Q:  Did you go to the wrong port?

A:  Yes.

Q:  When did you figure out that it wasn't the right port?

A:  When there was no ship there. 

Q:  You didn't even find out before you left which port the cruise ship was leaving from?

A:  I'm not a details guy.  I'm up front about that. 

Q:  How Christian was the Christian cruise?

A:  Well, the casino was open, and fully staffed, but no one went in there to gamble.  There was a staff person at each table, all night, standing by him or herself.  No one in there.

Q:  What about drinking?

A:  Very little drinking.  We were told the bars would be open, but drinking might "confuse people" who see you do it, so don't do it.  When Christians behave in ways that are unhealthy, it confuses people.

Q:  Did you drink?

A:  Can't answer.  I don't want to confuse people.

Q:  But doesn't maturity often confuse the immature?  Shouldn't we welcome confusion if the dissonance yields eventual understanding and wisdom?

A:  That's an insightful question.  I have no answer for that.

Q:  Well, maybe it's good to have a solid witness to avoid confusing people.  Cruise ships have hundreds of staff, too, from other countries, who may be confused by seeing Christians using the bar.

A:  The staff, it might be noted, weighed an average of 300 lbs less, per person, than the Christian passengers.  Every staff person was slim.  We passengers were even larger than the usual cruise crowd.  I think they might find that confusing.

Q:  But that's food.  Jesus never said, "Don't eat food."  He just told us, "Don't drink alcohol."

A:  Yes, I remember that.  I heard there would be some huge Christian music fans on board, and there sure were.

Q:  Did you play any mini-golf in 100 MPH winds?

A:  Funny you should mention that.  Yes, yes, I did.  The course was atop the ship, and it got stormy.  No actual putting necessary.  I just set the ball down, and watched it roll uphill.  I may be the first-ever golfer, at any level, to score a hole-in-none.

Q;  Wow.  That sounds like a funny story, but it's really not.

A:  I know. 

Q:  When you got your luggage delivered to your room, was anyone's underwear stuck to it?

A:  Why...yes.  Freaky.  I got my luggage, and some guy's gray underwear was adhered to the outside of my suitcase.

Q:  Sick.

A:  I know.  It confused me, so he shouldn't have done it.

Q:  What did you do?

A:  A bellhop-guy said he would take it, but first I wanted a picture with it, so Carolyn took a picture of me with it.  Then I turned around and tried to get the bellhop's attention, since he was now facing the other way.  I kept saying, "Here's the underwear.  Here's the underwear.  Excuse me, here's the underwear," and I was holding it out to him.  "Here's the underwear."  And he turned around, and it was a different guy.

Q:  ...

A:  Yep.

Q:  What was your favorite part of the boat?

A:  They had a library!  I like libraries a lot.

Q:  That's neat!  I guess the idea that our culture is completely intellectually lazy is defeated by the presence of a library on board!  Sure, there were large crowds hovering over the ice-cream machine 24 hours a day, but at least they had a library!  Long live the life of the mind!

A:  The library was open from 11 a.m. to 11:15 a.m.

Q:  So was the whole thing a huge celebration of food?

A:  There were some good concerts. "Tobymac" always puts on a good show, and Ayeisha Woods is really talented, among others.  But food seemed to be the star, yes.  When people weren't eating, they were talking about eating. 

Q:  What was the last thing you heard while leaving the boat?

A:  Well, as we were walking through the hall on the way out, one lady was leaning in a cabin doorway, talking to someone inside the room whom I couldn't see.  She was mad, and she said, "I thought you was gonna eat that on the deck."

Q:  Was the cruise enjoyable?

A:  I love being with my wife, and I get to work with some very, very cool people who were aboard.  It's sure a neat job perk to be able to do that. 

Q:  What about the net affect of being around all that food, and the sight of all those people eating all the time, non-stop?

A:  I lost two pounds.

But Seriously, Folks

Pipe_smokin_feller_2For now, not all have come to recognize The Greatest Joke Ever for what it is.  Comments ranged, generally, from the truthful, "Brant, that's genius," to the truthful, "Brant, you're an idiot."

Friends, here's one we can agree on:  Try it with friends, family, respected colleagues, your partners at the firm, the other members of the College of Cardinals, fellow Justices of this Solemn Court:

You say, "Knock-knock"

They say "Who's there?"

You say, "I'm a pile-up."

Then, after they respond, say "Yeah.  You are."

Wait for room to stop laughter-eruption.  Bask in glow of popularity, newfound respect, attention from the ladies, etc.

Just in Time for Valentine's: Mathematical Proof of God's Existence!

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There it is:.  God is alive, and He loves us.

This equation calculates a guy's "odds" when pursuing a woman, and, more importantly, demonstrates that, in a purely rational universe, my wife shouldn't have married me.

For my single brothers, fill in the variables yourself, scale of 1 to 10 for each:

Let "W" = Your wittiness

Let "G" = Your aggressiveness

Let "Ay" = Your attractiveness

Let "Ah" = Her attractiveness

Let "R" = Her "amount" of current relationship with a possible current boyfriend

Try it!

The mathematician who developed this says:

  • If ASK is less than zero you should lower your standards
  • If ASK is between zero and 1, you have exactly a snowball's chance in hell with her
  • If ASK is between 1 and 10, game on!
  • If ASK is greater than 10, consider her more attractive friend instead
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    How it worked for me:

    I tried to be realistic.  I met Carolyn in college, and I was wittier than most guys my age.   (I had a t-shirt with a picture of an alien guy that said, "Be a Lert!   The World Needs More Lerts!"

    So I gave myself a "9" for that.  I gave myself a "1" for aggressiveness, and a "5" -- being generous, perhaps -- for my own physical attractiveness.

    I gave her an "8" for attractiveness, though she's closer to a "10" now.  She didn't have a boyfriend.

    Sum:  Snowball's chance.  And, indeed, if it weren't for a well-timed Appalachian snowfall -- I'll write about it sometime -- it never would have happened. 

    We've been married 17 years. 

    God lives.

    No, You Won't Be Seeing My Abs on Kamp Krusty. Quit Asking. Geez.

    EmbarrassedmonkeythingThis is really embarrassing.

    NO, I'm not going to show my abs on this blog.  I resent even having to address this.  It's beneath us, folks.  What is this, MySpace?

    "Chris from Kentucky" is challenging me to post a pic of my abs.  (He wrote this in the thread on the new George Barna book.  This is a thread that apparently veered somewhat from the new George Barna book.)

    Point is, I never said I had ripped abs.  This whole thing is out of line, and undignified.  It simply doesn't matter whether my abs really are ripped or not, and my cut-from-marble abs are no one's business here.

    I don't have to prove anything.  I wanted to work on an entry regarding ancient Assyrian cultural hegemony, but nooooo...now I have to talk about my incredible abs.  Humiliating.

    Does anyone ask Richard John Neuhaus about his abs?  Nobody talks about George Will's abs, or Chesterton's abs.  Okay, they do go on about Chesterton's abs, but my point is valid.  You'll never know whether my crazy-cut abs are ripped or not. 

    Final analysis?  In the Kingdom, one's abs don't matter.  Sure, people with lean-muscle-ridden abs are held in high honor in this culture, and maybe we should be, but in Kingdom terms, awesomely-chiseled abs don't make one's ideas "superior" to anyone else's. 

    So no one need talk about abs here.  Not mine, or, conversely, someone whose abs are not off-the-hook jacked.  There's room for all of us in this big tent.  It's not a priority to me what you think about my abs.  I spend time focusing on priorities daily during my Quiet Time, as I pray during my vigorous 1,000 crunch regimen.

    So quit it.  Seriously.  Embarrassing.  I'm not going to say whether my ripped abs are ripped.  None one's business but mine, except for my awestruck family.

    As 2007 Fades into a New Year, There are Some Things That Will Not Change

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    HT: Doug

    How Much Would They Have to Pay You?

    HannahpicthingAnswer:  $200.

    To give up a whole evening, mess with crowds and traffic, plus sit through the show?  $200 is my price.  Plus expenses.(gas, CornNuts)

    If I could bring noise-cancelling headphones, plus mobile reading lamp and book?  $150. 

    How much would they have to pay you?  Honest figures please.  Would you go if you had a free ticket?

    I asked, on air,if anyone would pay $500 to see any living performer.  Anyone?  Who would it be? 

    True story:  One emailer said Shaun Groves.  And the emailer wasn't Shaun Groves. 

    In other news:  I would pay up to $15 to meet Bono.

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