-Plink.
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Monday, April 2, 2012
Mourning to Morning
It's Monday, the weekend over, and the schoolwork to be done. But this week is special.
When something is special, it could be for a number of reasons. As we all have known and acknowledged, everyone has their own eyes, their own view, and their own perception. It's a fact. And a well known one.
I would most certainly be correct if I were to say that every week in the life of all of us (for at the moment you are alive) was special in it's own way.
After all, time is a gift. A gift from God.
Alas, we most often forget that this is truth. Sometimes we do not take care to savor the days we receive. Often we doubt if these moments have any particular relevance in the least bit.
But earnestly I say: this week is special, to both you and me.
Once upon a measure of time, in a land far enough from where I type, a king rode on a donkey's back. His people cheered from the streets, raising their voices, proclaiming his name.
And glory was given to the one who deserved it all.
Then the time dawned.
For this was the time that had been soon in coming before there was a dawn in time. Before the sun came forth and showed is face among the stars, before the animals were sung into existence, and before man walked the face of the place called 'Earth', this moment was being ratified.
The Son of YHWH was to be Savior of all humankind.
---A big feat for someone even bigger.
And in the day to come, my Lord gave up his life, dying a bloody, horrific death, only to save the idiot that I am.
At this I puzzle. Why would he do that? What madness would drive a man to willingly lay down the strength that he had to save someone not worthy to look into his eyes?
The answer? It was not madness, but love.
Love so powerful, it cast out all shadows, devoured all darkness, swallowed all evil, and became bane to all suffering, agony and pain.
The power of love is no small thing.
As he hung from the nails in his hands, tortured by pain, and blinded by the blood from his brow, the only thing he could say was "Father, forgive them, they do not know what they are doing".
It takes my breath away. How could he bear it?
The dawn was black, the curtain torn, and the tears of the people fell into the dust of the planet. The hour had arrived, and death entered through the door.
He lay under the earth. Asleep without dreams. Hope was not found.
Miracles of the past were doubted, many who once saw became blind. The cross that bore the sins of all brought only memory of despair and disappointment.
The beauty of life and time dissolved.
Until the sun rose on the third day.
Awake all children of the Father! Rise from your sleep! The one who died has bested the spear of death! He is alive!
HE IS ALIVE
-Plink
When something is special, it could be for a number of reasons. As we all have known and acknowledged, everyone has their own eyes, their own view, and their own perception. It's a fact. And a well known one.
I would most certainly be correct if I were to say that every week in the life of all of us (for at the moment you are alive) was special in it's own way.
After all, time is a gift. A gift from God.
Alas, we most often forget that this is truth. Sometimes we do not take care to savor the days we receive. Often we doubt if these moments have any particular relevance in the least bit.
But earnestly I say: this week is special, to both you and me.
Once upon a measure of time, in a land far enough from where I type, a king rode on a donkey's back. His people cheered from the streets, raising their voices, proclaiming his name.
And glory was given to the one who deserved it all.
Then the time dawned.
For this was the time that had been soon in coming before there was a dawn in time. Before the sun came forth and showed is face among the stars, before the animals were sung into existence, and before man walked the face of the place called 'Earth', this moment was being ratified.
The Son of YHWH was to be Savior of all humankind.
---A big feat for someone even bigger.
And in the day to come, my Lord gave up his life, dying a bloody, horrific death, only to save the idiot that I am.
At this I puzzle. Why would he do that? What madness would drive a man to willingly lay down the strength that he had to save someone not worthy to look into his eyes?
The answer? It was not madness, but love.
Love so powerful, it cast out all shadows, devoured all darkness, swallowed all evil, and became bane to all suffering, agony and pain.
The power of love is no small thing.
As he hung from the nails in his hands, tortured by pain, and blinded by the blood from his brow, the only thing he could say was "Father, forgive them, they do not know what they are doing".
It takes my breath away. How could he bear it?
The dawn was black, the curtain torn, and the tears of the people fell into the dust of the planet. The hour had arrived, and death entered through the door.
He lay under the earth. Asleep without dreams. Hope was not found.
Miracles of the past were doubted, many who once saw became blind. The cross that bore the sins of all brought only memory of despair and disappointment.
The beauty of life and time dissolved.
Until the sun rose on the third day.
Awake all children of the Father! Rise from your sleep! The one who died has bested the spear of death! He is alive!
HE IS ALIVE
In this I stand.This is a special week.
In this I live.
In this my all to him I give.
-Plink
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Are You Missing Something?
Feat. Evacuating London by Harry Gregson-Williams.
This is home.
I made this video
Because sometimes I wonder
Are we missing something?
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Lookit Lookit Lookit!!
Picasa is so wonderful to meeeee! They updated their tools today. Let me introduce you to...
THE CINAMASCOPE
And with the click of the mouse...
It's magically transformed to a MOVIE QUALITY PICTURE!
More examples to feast your eyes on: (all pictures taken by me myself and I =D )
Anyhows, I'm pretty psyched.
...Not to mention getting geekier every giga-second.
-Kismint
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Chum O' Mine
Hi.
It's raining.
This is my pal "Dell".
We like to hang.
We're tight. *flips sunglasses up*
Through the years, Dell & I have gotten quite close. Our friendship started when he was only a poor, memory-wiped, data base, bursting with potential. Ever has he been a faithful companion to me, always there when I need to convert my braincells into mush, and waste all the time in the world. Our daily fellowship has created that ever-so-magical bonding which resides between girl and computer.
As Dell is from the species genre often remarked of as "man's best friend", it is only fitting that we take great pains not overlook him and his kind. Though modest machines they remain, they have graced us with countless hours of enjoyment, entertainment, enlightenment, and anything else under the sun that starts with an E-N.
Dell faithfully sits on my desk, wishing me a sweet dreams every night, and forever warms up to me in the morning. We've shared good times and bad, and yet, our relationship through virus threats, spilled drinks, and screen-freezes remains ever true.
(Amen to that)
Yes, we as human beings certainly would not be the wholly refined couch-potatoes that we are today without such as Dell.
-Plink.
It's raining.
This is my pal "Dell".
We like to hang.
We're tight. *flips sunglasses up*
Through the years, Dell & I have gotten quite close. Our friendship started when he was only a poor, memory-wiped, data base, bursting with potential. Ever has he been a faithful companion to me, always there when I need to convert my braincells into mush, and waste all the time in the world. Our daily fellowship has created that ever-so-magical bonding which resides between girl and computer.
As Dell is from the species genre often remarked of as "man's best friend", it is only fitting that we take great pains not overlook him and his kind. Though modest machines they remain, they have graced us with countless hours of enjoyment, entertainment, enlightenment, and anything else under the sun that starts with an E-N.
Dell faithfully sits on my desk, wishing me a sweet dreams every night, and forever warms up to me in the morning. We've shared good times and bad, and yet, our relationship through virus threats, spilled drinks, and screen-freezes remains ever true.
(Amen to that)
Yes, we as human beings certainly would not be the wholly refined couch-potatoes that we are today without such as Dell.
-Plink.
Saturday, March 17, 2012
I Am Artist
Over the past few months, I've come to a conclusion. Or mayhaps, a series of conclusions. Thereover, I announce the following.
I'm into drawing.
I toy with words.
I'm blessed by music.
And I'm paranoid when it comes to taking pictures.
Suddenly, the world makes more sense.
Whew, I feel better already.
-Plink.
Friday, March 16, 2012
Trust Not The Toothbrush
I took a picture of this because I'm a dork.
I can't for the life of me figure out what a rubber handle grip on a toothbrush would provide control of.
Tell me people, do they think that we are all ignorant to proper teeth-cleaning utensil handleage?? It looks to me as if they're hinting at something in this all but suspicious appearing diagram! Perhaps the toothbrush I so innocently ripped from its tidy little plastic packaging job is really a weapon of destruction!! (I'm sure you've all heard about the File-in-Cake Prison Delivery Co.) Obviously this element is has a secret capability of the unthinkable. A missile of some sort? Otherwise used for impaling unsuspecting victims?? Methinks surveillance is in order. You are all warned. If anything anti-ordinary is noted, contact mytoothbrush=evilestantagonistsincedarthvader.org * immediately.
Trust not the toothbrush. For they shalt deceive.
[While cracking up at my own absolute idioticness],
Plink-a-Dink
* not actual webpage
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