cardboardwagon

Bandwagons are fun to jump on. If you want to, you can imagine yourself doing some James Bond-esque manoeuvre involving a fast car, a ridiculously intense situation and a perilously attractive foreign national, but that's not necessary.

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cardboard graffiti

Check out the Graffiti Tunnel! We painted it today!

*brrr*

help

could you please pray for me?
tiredness is distractingly high
motivation is inexplicably low
apathy is dangerously present

rhetorical cardboard

I was struck on the weekend by the image of my grandfather's loneliness, brought about by my grandmother living in a nursing home because of dementia. She's not at home anymore, physically or mentally. How could he hold up under that... with going to see her every day; seeing her make so little sense and forgetting her grandchildren and talking about people who died years ago as though they were still alive and being unable to function properly after being so sharp for so long, then going home to a house that is empty for the first time in more than fifty years? And why, oh why, do I want to be in his shoes?

random think of the day iii

it's no mistake that "loneliness" doesn't have "u" in it...

for evermore

the king of chaos overruled;
by light, the darkness ever fooled;
delight: the blazing longswords still
and ringing yet of conquest's thrill.
the vanquished foe becomes no more,
and victory crowns glory's door
for evermore.

the king of glory, saints surround;
such light, for glory does abound;
no night: the glory never fades,
it sings the kingdom's accolades:
from start of days the king foresaw,
that bitter death would this day fall
for evermore.

the king of mercy seated nigh;
by blood, the fallen lifted high;
a flood: the saved who stood in faith;
their hope confirmed, they see his face.
all joy on earth will never draw
the like of this joy, without flaw
for evermore.

cardboard criminal

[before]

[after]

In my defence, I'd only just woken up.

$608 and rising.
(if you need a receipt, talk to me)

for the cardboard waits with eager longing

FWA 06 - who would have thought? When you mix a handful of Christian nerds, a life giving message and a lot of pegs, you'd expect something remarkable... but I never, despite my eager excitement, could have imagined just how much life would be given.

Now, I feel the need for a formula:

Sleep Requirement: S(T) = N(w) + ALσ(n) exp(F(t)Φ(t)) / s(t+T)

where F(t) = food consumption over time
Φ(t) = fun acquisition over time
s(t) = sleep acquisition over time
σ(n) = general spading activity per camp attendee
L = teaching quality factor
A = arbitrary personality constant
t = time since start of camp
T = time since end of camp
N(w) = formula writer's nerd factor: function of formulas written

Watch this space, I'll write soon.