Anyway..

Now you’ll all think that what I care about is a bunch of head knowledge so that I can have an intelligent conversation with someone about epistemology or something boring. But in fact, I just read it to help me shape my view of the world and shape the way that I live. I just thought I should be clear on that so that nobody thinks I’m a snob.

What I like

I don’t really like reading fiction. I told that to Tim today and he seemed pretty surprised, if not disappointed. I don’t dislike it all. There’s some good literature out there. But honestly, you want to know what I really like? What I spend most of my time reading? And what I also probably know the least about? Theology. Girls think I’m weird. I don’t know a lot of girls who would rather read theology than Jane Austen, but I’m going to admit it: I would. I’m probably just not well-read enough as far as fiction goes, but that’s the stuff I have to force myself to read. It’s the theology that I’d rather spend my time with.

Now you all are going to think that all I care about is (oh great, I think I’m burning something on the stove…)

Robin Williams on Michael Jackson
Comedian Robin Williams has poked fun at Michael Jackson for years, but wait ’til you hear what he’s got to say about the King of Pop now. While Jackson claims he was the victim of racism at the hands of the Sony record label, Williams claims that the superstar doesn’t have a leg to stand on because he really doesn’t belong to a race!

Insisting that the 44-year-old Neverland inhabitant can’t be racially discriminated against, Williams explained, “Michael Jackson’s standing outside Sony with a sign claiming racism. I said, ‘Honey, you gotta pick a race first. All of a sudden you’re a black man, then you’re Diana Ross, now you’re Audrey Hepburn.’ Then he’s got the little beard going on. He’s like Lord of The Rings, the entire cast. Michael’s about to jump species!”

Things You Probably Never Knew

Rick and I were just talking about the time back in December when he decided to move up here to be with me. Well, when he came to visit me on December 10th, it was supposed to be a two week long visit; he was planning on flying back to Oklahoma early on Christmas eve. That day was approaching more and more quickly, and every time I thought about him leaving me, I would start to cry and beg him not to leave. But I was positive that he would go back. It was the plan. We all talked about when he was going home, and I couldn’t bear to think of it. I even schemed a few things, like duct-taping him to the couch where he slept when he was staying with us, or stealing his money or plane ticket or something. I had to do something to prevent him from leaving. But I knew that if he was planning on going home, he’d find a way to do it, despite all my efforts.

It was the morning of December 23rd. This was it. Unless I could think of something to do to keep him here, he would be leaving me the next day. But then, later that day, he called his mom: “Hey, I’m not coming home for Christmas.” That meant he was staying with me! Yes. He decided to stay the day before his flight was scheduled to leave. And you thought that we were crazy before?