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Saturday, June 14, 2003

Of Irish Spring and God

I meant to link a specific post of Bryan McAnally’s yesterday, then decided to post about the new blogs in the roll instead. Then I realized this morning, that I really do need to mention the post that got me hooked to Bryan’s blog. An excerpt:

    ...I had to first undergird the important task of melding the old wafer of Mountain Fresh into the new block of Sport Scent. This is an extremely important process, accomplished by the vice-like squeezing of the two products between my hands. There are many risks associated with this irregularly regular event (which is necessary, because—God forbid—I waste that last 1/32nd of an inch of soap). First, if the wafer be too thick, it could break in half while adhering it to the surface of the other bar. This would result in what is technically known as “lumpy bar” and causes an untold number of irritating soapings. The other main risk is squeezing too hard, causing the the bar of soap to torpedo from between my hands like a lubricated projectile, ricocheting off the walls, and striking me in the head, knocking me unconscious, or worse. I have pledged to my wife that if tragedy ever befalls me, I will do my level best to be completely dressed when it occurs, so she is not assuming the added burden of clothing me before the paramedics arrive.
Somehow he gets from that to this:
    This is how my life in Christ is to be.
Why, yes, yes it is. Go read it all, please. Posted by at 10:06 AM
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