Beth

If I were Joseph…

The dream tells me that you should lay off the sauce or share it with your wife while watching cartoons and also, you and Becky should try out for next “The One that I Want” competition. 

My face was in the crowd because I was the only one glowing from owning an iphone and or, I am strikingly handsome.

So, you are a frustrated liquor-hogging cartoon-addicted Danny in a CCMer’s body and you should pee before you go to bed.  The end. 

Or,

The blogging and Christian Rockstar world feels unreal like a cartoon where you sometimes feel trapped and sometimes people misunderstand you even when you are trying to be serious, all the while you are fearful of neglecting husband/father duties from being preoccupied with everything else that you feel enslaved by. 

If that’s the case, I’d say you need a good vacation my friend.

seems your link to my post about these obscene and surreal products brought confusion and some tragedy.

yes, sexism is bad. isn’t war profiteering like this even worse? well, sorry if trouble found your door because of that surreal scam.

still, i would bet cash money that the President and crew have at least one set of these in the White House, which they bring out from time to time when they need a laugh.

btw, i am a newbie to your blog, but fund it most enjoyable to read.

And everything’s clear.  I still agree with your basic point.

Seth, can you please change your online identity to “Jabez?”

I was a cartoon drink cup with lid and straw.  I was dancing on a movie screen at a drive through a la Greese.  (It’s the word you know?) Becky was also a cup.  Also dancing.  ON a movie screen a la Greese.

There was a large pitcher of alcohol pouring its contents into me while I was trying to listen to Becky.  SHe was really serious about something, frustrated that I was doing a better job listening.  Thing is, it wasn’t my fault.  Every drop that evil pitcher poured into me made me drunker and drunker.  I was stumbling around, in cartoon cup form, trying to desperately to stop laughing and pay attention to my wife.

Then the “camera” zooms out and there’s a crowd of people watching this little movie I’m in.  Seemed like I knew a lot of people there but yours was the only face I remembered when I woke up.  The whole crowd – you included – were laughing at the movie not realizing I wasn’t trying to be funny.  Very frustrating.

That’s the last time I read my blog before bedtime.

Wow.

I’m so glad to be a real boy again.

Either way, you said I was too harsh and that Shaun didn’t deserve “the same rebuke that the buyers and sellers of such trash clearly deserve.” I was not angry with Shaun but apologized for apparently coming across that way in the post. 

Hope this is all clear now. Thanks.

Shaun, no I got it.  I was just throwing a little trash talk your way.  I thought the post was pretty darn funny, as well as the fantasy conversation. Jabez… Although, you should quit fantasizing about me, immediately.

I hate to say it but… The boo# jig#ler thing is sort of funny, in a Ricky Bobby kind of way.  It is a little on the edge of the ole’ perv cliff for me to pay a dollar let alone 50 for it.

I actually wouldn’t mind a little anger there.  I felt some.  I just felt it directed towards the makers of that garbage, the fools that think giving them to soldiers is an act of altruism, and the people making money off this whole thing – not Shaun for pointing it out.  Though trust me, lest anyone think I disagree with Nancy’s point about exploitation or dehumanizing of women via reducing them to a series of body parts, the point is a very valid one.  And it’s a whole other topic.

I realize it was all part of a bigger point, and a good one, but I thought the point-in-a-point was well done.  The whole business of this stinks, says I.