i need glasses

"better or worse?"
"better."
"how about this one?"
"the previous one."
"hmm, i see. how about #4?"
"it's only clear at the edges."
"okay, let's go with #2 and get you fitted for a new pair."
"how much will these cost?"
"all you have to do is carry this."

EDIT: 2:37pm goodnight, karol wojtyla.

surprised?

or disappointed? -_-'
you raised some good points to ponder.

wowsers

i never got to see the ending of our production. such is the life of AV guy. but i saw a grainy night-shot video of it and that was good enough for me. biggie props to the kitchen krew, the actors and actresses, the jugs, the snakes, the costume team, the writers, the directors, AV dudes, and whoever else i missed. biggest props of all goes to the Guy that made it happen, because, if you didn't notice, we weren't ready. we weren't prepared. we had nothing. and then things went wrong. but it still turned out. beyond what anyone ever expected.

i don't think that God was using this production solely for spreading His message. truth be told, i found the message of the play a bit lacking, written as it was by many people. the play was directed more towards already Christians. this was evident by the different reactions at the end of each night. friday's attendance was loaded with new people. a good 60% were unknown to the general congregation. saturday's was probably brimming with believers (this i can only hypothesize, as i was not there, though it is an informed hypothesis) and the general reactions reflected this.

from my perspective, God was using this experience to bolster our faith. a large percentage of the congregation participated, be it on stage or behind the scenes. an unprecedented number of people tucked their cloaks into their belts and put everything they had into this production, all in just a month of work. the drama only started to come together the night before. many scenes were untouched or stagnant or unmusiced because no one knew what was going on. yet things just started falling into place, even when they were falling apart. and i can't think of a conclusion because i'm doing calculus.

i've used

- every letter of the alphabet to start my post titles except x and z.
- a diaper pun to parallel a microsocietal pattern.
- chafing toilet paper
- a sundial
- a harmonica
- a graphing calculator to draw a rabbit
- a wireless mic to broadcast bathroom commentary.

syllogism

in the night you can only see what's not there.
the stars can shine through lightyears of space
but they cannot shine through clever black beaks.
thus, ravens will peck out your sightless eyes
and feast on the brains behind - a bold assumption.

wait,
am i to whisper to the winds that we are wed in our want
but wet behind the ears and early on the years?