Quizzing September 5, 2007
Posted by Anya in : spontaneous degeneration, smiling is good for you , 2commentsYep, back to that time of year again, when we all go bananas at quiz practices, supposedly practicing Galatians, Ephesians, Philippians and Colossians.
Anyway, tonight was… interesting.
Anna: *doesn’t know answer*
Mr. G: “Think about it!”
Anna: *thinks about it while walking towards me saying, “Anya? Answer is???”*
Mom wanted to know how that worked for her. Pretty well, as a matter of fact.
Andrew discovered that apparently, if he holds his tongue just so, it is very helpful to getting the correct answer. Although that plan seemed to fall through when he became so engrossed in explaining the tongue technique to Samwise and consequently, they both missed hearing the question and I got it. *sighs*
Let’s see. We were discussing (in youth group) plans to go to this live-mystery thing.
Pastor B: “Someone always seems to get killed before we get there.”
Peter: “Yay!!!” *claps*
me: O_o
Peter and I: *laugh and continue laughing every time we look at each other for the next five minutes*
…
after the lesson
me: “Peter! And here I thought that you were a reasonably nice guy, too!”
Peter: “You began thinking evil thoughts about me though! Because the next time he mentioned something about someone being killed, you looked at me. I saw you.”
Samwise and I are improving on the twin act. We were talking for a minute after quiz practice.
us: *look at each other* *begin at the same time* “I dunno, but…”
Then let’s see. Peter and I were talking with the water fountain in between us. Samwise needed a drink, so he hopped in between, apologizing for breaking up the conversation. Then he and I started talking, but Peter wasn’t done talking yet, so…
*confusing when too many people want to talk to me at once*
Star Trek September 4, 2007
Posted by Anya in : spontaneous degeneration, smiling is good for you , 4commentsWe’re currently watching season II (kindly lent to us by a man in our church!) and I’ve made a few random observations…
Funny, how the communications are always jammed when they really NEED them to work.
Odd, how Kirk always takes all the vital crew members off the ship and then he wonders why the Enterprise gets into trouble…
If the line, “He’s dead, Jim,” is overused, I think that the Kirk-realizes-that-this-is-going-to-be-a-nasty-bit-of-work-Hey-McCoy!!!! bit is equally overused.
What did Chekov do to his hair?? It poofs out in the front. Guys’ hair is not supposed to poof that way.
Speaking of hair, how much gel does McCoy use in his? Huge wind storms don’t do a thing to it.
Why does the view screen crumple when Spock slams his fist down on it in Amok Time? There’s nothing in the thing? That’s pretty high tech, alright. 
The poor extras. The expendable extras, we shall say.
Dear me, it’s rather inpolitically correct. All this talk about “The One God” who is sufficient for humans and then about “Satan” as if he were an evil entity… my my.
I would hate to work in the transporter room. :( Especially when people flicker. Especially when it’s the captain.
Spock is funny, but I think I know people who he doesn’t hold a candle to. ^_^
Dr. McCoy ROCKS/trees my non-existent socks off (yes, I’m barefoot, of course!)
WHY does it always take Kirk soooooo long to figure out the only obvious sensible course? I’m telling you, he would be doomed without Scotty, McCoy, and Spock. Sheesh.
WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEHOOOOOO! September 3, 2007
Posted by Anya in : spontaneous degeneration , 1 comment so farYou see? I’ve done it again!!! Changed it again! I still really like the Hobbit template, but since I couldn’t get any links there, it wasn’t ideal. 
So… um… now I’m back to using A.W.’s beautiful knot. Until I figure out something better, that is. ^_^
My brain is fried from school. And other things. Hopefully it will recharge overnight.
Oh, Scotty…
Sudden glimpse of myself September 1, 2007
Posted by Anya in : I won't keep things purposely vague , 2commentsTonight Hyarion (aka Ibey, which name I’m going to call him as I actually use it in real life) was supposed to be doing something which involved him going into Dad and Mom’s room. It was dark.
”Anya?” he said nervously. “Will you go in there with me?”
I did something along the lines of refusing. He didn’t exactly decide to spunk up.
“Chrissie?” he tried. “Can you come in with me?”
She was busy.
I took pity, or something like that, on him, and turned on the light in their room. However, as he had to go into the BATHROOM in their room, that wasn’t good enough.
I took him by the shoulder and escorted him most of the way in.
“Chrissie!” he yelped. “She’s pushing me in!”
Silly boy, I wanted to say, don’t you know that if I am pushing you towards the (insert scary music) dark, spooky bathroom, that means that I am with you, and you don’t need to be scared? (Now why he thinks anything that could hurt him so fast that no one else could get there in time to help him would be severely hindered by me is a mystery to me. It must just be that monsters are scared of older sisters.)
But as I was about to say that to him, I realized how this applies to my life…
How often do I not say, in essence, if not in the exact words, to God,
Hey, God, what are You doing? You’re pushing me TOWARDS the darkness! Towards what I want to run away from! Someone, come help! God is putting me in this place where I don’t want to be! I’m scared! … and I never stop to think that if God is putting me there, then that means that He is with me.
Silly me.
I put it more… something… poetically, maybe, when I was about 13. “There can’t be shadows unless there is light.” For there to be a “Valley of the Shadow of Death”, there has to be something more than death.
But now thus says the Lord,
he who created you, O Jacob,
he who formed you, O Israel:
“Fear not, for I have redeemed you;
I have called you by name, you are mine.
When you pass through the waters, I will be with you;
and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you;
when you walk through fire you shall not be burned,
and the flame shall not consume you…
Because you are precious in my eyes,
and honored, and I love you,
I give men in return for you,
peoples in exchange for your life.
Fear not, for I am with you;
I will bring your offspring from the east,
and from the west I will gather you.
I will say to the north, Give up,
and to the south, Do not withhold;
bring my sons from afar
and my daughters from the end of the earth,
everyone who is called by my name,
whom I created for my glory,
whom I formed and made.”…
I, I am he
who blots out your transgressions for my own sake,
and I will not remember your sins.
Put me in remembrance; let us argue together;
set forth your case, that you may be proved right.
(From Isaiah 43 ESV)
