The Mad Dodd

I come to dance.

This entry made with love.


So, I guess if you're allergic to love you can just pick it out...or read around it or something. I hear some people are so allergic that they can't even read anything written in the same room where love has been. Love is insidious like that...just like peanuts. I hate peanuts so much. They're in everything. Why? Because they are evil. Pure. Evil.

Wow, I'm boring.


It's been a while since I posted. It is at times like this that I realize how boring I am. I've had a few ideas that I thought might be worth posting, but none were developed enough for my taste. I'll have to come up with something. I still owe my aunt an explanation of what I preached.

I hate that I let it go so long without an update.

On getting tickets.


I made up my mind when I first heard about it that I wanted to see Bob Dylan and Willie Nelson in concert at BellSouth Park in June. Tickets went on sale the 23rd. I was warned that the last time those two graced this part of our state, the tickets sold out fast. So, I planned on simultaneously calling the Memorial Auditorium box office and going to the website that was selling the tickets. I would go with whichever proved faster. Fifteen minutes before the tickets went on sale, my grandmother called, knocking me off the internet. Then, she called the cell phone. I talked with her...and talked with her...and talked with her. Several times I thought she was done talking with me, but I was mistaken. I refreshed the site with four minutes before the tickets went on sale, and they were already on sale. I panicked. I was trying to hurriedly fill out all these forms while talking to my grandmother. Well, I got the tickets.

John, I got a ticket for you.

In which our hero briefly skips ahead.


It was my twenty-fifth birthday yesterday. Not a bad day. Got together with John and his family. We ate some food, watched some television, and opened some gifts. Plus, my grandmother got out of the hospital. Not a bad day at all.

In which things happen.


Well, the preaching went okay. Not great, but okay. The woman that usually runs the show wasn't there because she is recovering from surgery. So, the organ player, the second in charge lady, and myself put the order of worship together ten minutes before the start of service. We had a testimonial from a young boy who forgot what he was saying several times and looked like he was going to break into tears during those pauses. I only did slightly better myself. I was paid twenty-five dollars.


I saw Sin City today. Quite graphically violent, but also pretty darned good. My favorite stuff was the way they played with color, light, and shadow. The art of it was absolutely brilliant. It makes me wish all movie makers were willing to play with the visuals more. I thought that Elijah Wood would always be Frodo in my mind. Now I'll be seeing that stare in my nightmares.

In which our hero panics.


Oh man, I have to preach tomorrow and I'm still not completely sure what I'm going to say. This will be the third time I've preached, so I already know it won't be good. So, I don't have that hanging over me at least. I'm pretty sure I'm going to use the story of the Tower of Babel, but I'll check the lectionary texts after I get back from work. I want to use that particular story because I have something of a radical interpretation for it. Could be cool.

Also, I may have to start running a D&D adventure on Monday or Tuesday. I don't think I will, but it's still a possibility. I also have to get a character made for a friend who's going to be playing for the first time in years.

I also need to finish my final grad school application. There's no real cut-off date, but I still need to get it done. So much to do. I know I'll forget half of it.