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Illegal Aliens. Check out Jon’s (Captain Rooba) interview of Nick Pollata, author of Illegal Aliens. It’s quite amusing. And there’s other cool stuff, too. At Banshee Studios.

Snake Handlers. The reason snake handlers handle snakes is Mark 16:17-18. They believe in the inerrancy of the bible–a phrase meaning that they believe that the bible, no matter where it came from, no matter who edited it, etc., is literally true. 17: And these signs shall follow them that believe; In my name shall

Turkey Day. Due to the overabundance of turkeys, we declared Turkey Day on Sunday. I cooked and got rave reviews. “When I say I liked the brussels sprouts, I mean, I didn’t think they totally sucked. For me, saying that about a green vegetable, that’s pretty impressive.” –Joe. Ooh yeah, ooh yeah.

Oh, yeah. One of the incidents of Thanksgiving day: Ray walked off with Matt’s beer. First I freaked because it was a can–she could cut herself, you know. Then I saw what she had. AAAACK!

Screen Savers. While diddling around with the settings on the computer, I happened upon a desktop theme for jungle that I liked. Heh. Ray watched the screen saver for half an hour. We also set up the small tree yesterday. A day for all good bebes to stand, transfixed, in wonder.

Trivia. There are approximately 4 times as many conversions to Mormonism as there are new births, although less than half of those conversions remain with their new religion for over a year. —Perspectives on American Religion and Culture, Peter W. Williams, 1999.

NaNoWriMo. Please, if you have not done so already, check out Doyce’s story. He wrote a 50,000-word novel in November. Waaaaan month. Yeah, he finished it. Woo Hoo! I’ve only read three days’ worth, but I can tell you already that if you’re up for a good beginning, then begin. By the end of the

Happy Thanksgiving! We went to Matt & Stacey’s house. I had a good time; Lee had a good time; I think Joe had a good time; Ray had a “The hills are aliiiiiiiiive with the Sound of Muuuuusiiiiic” time. M&S’s beagle, Sable, proved to be the life of the party from a one-year-old’s perspective. We

Cheap Thrills. Anybody that knows the David Allen Coe song…well, they just don’t know unless they know. My brother-in-law Mike sent us a CD of David Allen Coe songs that you’ll never hear on the radio. Never. And now I know more about David Allen Coe than I need to know. You know, I didn’t

Back Online. Well, we’ve been through our periodic screwed-up-the-internet party again, but we’re back now. I can’t say it was too terrible a thing, since now a) I get to read everything all at once, b) I did some good writing (let me remind myself that I don’t know how to write novels, it’s all