I guess a lot of people have seen the movie, “The Passion.” I haven’t and won’t. As an Orthodox Christian, I just don’t feel that sort of thing is rightly-glorifying of God. For me. Still, I’ve been thinking about the price Christ paid for us and it seems that God values us pretty highly, since He sent his only begotten Son …

God values us infinitely more that we value ourselves or each other, don’t you think? How can we change our vision of life, and our actions toward it, to help close that gap?

Well, when it comes to bad guys getting their comeuppance, the news just gets better and better.

dailyrecord – SUCKER

I just love it when cultural events spawn new words, don’t you? If I’d been tasked with finding a word to compliment the following definition, I would have gone with bushcluster, but rumsfailure is probably better.

I found this at Antiwar.com Blog:

“Rumsfail (rums? fa-l), v.,

1.To self-destruct, melt-down or implode

under the weight of one’s own arrogance.

2. To fail spectacularly, particularly in

matters of warfare or diplomacy; to plunge into chaos.

3. Absolute, unmitigated disaster of national or

international proportions and consequence;

policy failure so utterly abject and miserable as to

approach the realm of the epic.

‘Although long considered to be a costly and murderous

to be nothing short of a rumsfailure.’

See also: ‘Karma'”

Oh, I just love to see the wheels of justice turning, grinding down on creeps like this. Four years is good, but I wish they could’ve given him 40. I hate spammers, scammers and other bottomfeeders.

E-Mail Scammer Gets Four Years (TechNews.com)

For my Mac friends:

Silicon Valley – Dan Gillmor’s eJournal – Horrible Apple OS Security Hole

This is too bad. A funny guy. One of those people that are great to have around, if only to keep things cheerful. That’s important.

CNN.com – Tony Randall dead at 84 – May 18, 2004

A column at the Cleveland Plain Dealer explores the rationality of tomorrow’s planned gas boycott.

News Link

We’re all going to have to hold on for a week while Pete and Chix are on vacation, havin’ boat drinks and scuba diving or whatever. I hope they have fun. They have the best vacations. It must be a talent that I simply don’t possess. I usually wind up in the woods, getting menaced by obstinate wild turkeys.

So it goes. I love the places I get to go, and a man’s gotta know he’s limitations. But one of these days, I’m gonna find out what the hell boat drinks are, anyway.

this is :: petebeck.com

I’ve written a new short story. Want to read it and give me your comments? Great. I made a pdf for you.

You can get it here.

My Mom asked me to ride along to the bigger city with her today. She wanted a little help picking out a new fax for her office. She decided on a Panasonic. It looked pretty heavy-duty to me, which is what she needs.

Then we stopped by Costco, a store for those who secretly question their own mortality to an extent that justifies buying stuff is great quantity.

Joe, if you’re reading this, I got a bag of almonds the size and shape of Bush’s cabeza. Excluding his ears. We’re also fixed pretty well for TP and paper towels, so those annoying messes aren’t such a problem anymore. Forgot the DVD-Rs, though. Dang.

Well Tasha and I are home again. It was a long drive, about 450 miles, but Tasha slept most of the way and I just sat there. Mom did the driving.

I write that just to write that the San Joaquin/Sacramento valleys that make up the core of California have their own vague beauty. I wish their was a better stewardship over their environmental future.

need to know what time it is? Here you go.