So this morning I went online and checked our bank account balance. It seems that we've gotten our money back already. May I be the first to say, God works quickly.

In other crime-related news, my mother is a social worker in the downtown area of the 3rd most dangerous city in the United States (see link for complete rankings). And, if I'm not mistaken, the ranking was based on the sheer number of crimes. Flint has a population of 120,000. Detroit, ranked #2, has a population of 950,000. St. Louis, ranked most dangerous, has a population of 350,000. In order to keep up, individual residents of Flint must commit far more crimes than residents of the other two cities. Pray for Mom.

I was mugged today. And yesterday. And the day before that. But not the day before that. But also the day before that. See Sarah's post for a longer explanation. After all, it's her money too (or entirely, she's the one with the job; I'm just a moocher).

The good news is, we didn't need the money ($2004.50). We were just hoarding it so we could do something fun--like pay off student loans, buy a house, or start a Roth IRA. Like I said, we didn't NEED it (we've got plenty of food, shelter, DVD's, etc.). Responsibility is for suckers anyway.

You know, I had a busy week this week. I read multiple books, wrote multiple papers, and attended multiple classes. But do you know what I learned? I learned that if you post a picture of an injured tongue on your blog, you get the most comments you've ever gotten for one post. In fact, what's amazing is that this post only tied the record for most comments. Do you know the other post that holds the record? Last Dec. 19. WHEN I BRUISED MY TONGUE THE LAST TIME!!! Go tigers.

Next year.

Perhaps you'll recall that last December 19, I bruised my tongue. Well, tonight I was subbing in a basketball league and...

On the plus side, I had 13 points at the half...

This is hilarious. And sad. And hilarious. But not the kind of hilarious that makes you laugh. Don't get your hopes up. Just read it.

It would be a real shame if he cheated...


For those of you not familiar with the subsections of baseball rules, note the brown spot on Mr. Rogers' palm. If it's pine tar (a substance that would cause a pitched ball to move in strange ways), he cheated. If it's dirt, he didn't. I'll give him the benefit of the doubt. Go Tigers.

I've got a weekend class tonight and tomorrow. There's just something I don't like about sitting in class for 12 hours when the Tigers are in the World Series for the first time in 137 years. They'll be playing Portugal for the title. Oh wait, there are no teams for other countries in the major leagues. Unless you count Canada as another country. Maybe that's why called it's a "World" Series...

I thought this was amusing. This was more amusing, but Mr. Seinfeld used some inappropriate language.

In case you were curious, I've writing papers all week. That's why you've been getting links instead of original content. Unless you want to read an essay on the form-critical method of Old Testament literary analysis...

I don't either.

I thought this was interesting. I also thought this was interesting. In the case of the latter, my comment is, "Duh...".

If you're interested (and have a relatively quick internet connection), you can now listen to one of my sermons (Sanctification: the difference between public transportation and salvation) online. Go here. If you'd rather listen to someone else's sermon, go here. I recommend choosing the latter. Mine is boring, and I pause a lot.

Sarah's blog is more interesting than mine. I refer you there. Go Tigers.

Go Tigers.

I got one of my first papers back this week. It was just something short, nothing major. There wasn't even a grade attached to it (credit or no credit, that kind of thing). Nonetheless, I got the paper back and there were some 'grammar' and 'syntactical' 'suggestions' penciled in. I used the single quotes with all those words for two reasons: 1) I wanted you to picture me making air quotes with my fingers, and 2) some of the suggestions were purely preference related (one synonym over another), and the rest were actually wrong (i.e., he suggested I change my paper from grammatical correctness to grammatical incorrectness). I am not happy.

Victory! God: 1, State Farm 0.

And by that, I mean that State Farm "elected" to "extend or coverage". And by that, I mean that State Farm has finally decided to cover our mold loss (up to $5000). And by that, I mean, "Praise God!"

Everything is, of course, still busy, but my pace has slowed somewhat. Before things get frenzied again, I just have a Hebrew exam and a few papers to start thinking about. Other than that, not too much is happening around here. So little is happening, in fact, that I can't really think of anything else to write. I suppose that I could make something up. Maybe some other time; for now, I just have to go put out that fire on our balcony.