I’m not all that into boats or construction myself (seeing as our bathroom is still sinkless!) But what a cute watch kitty… the kitty is living on the boat? How does he like water?
Yeah, the cat is a boat cat. He’s not inclined to venture out of the cabin most of the time. He did go into the cockpit a couple of times, but noises spooked him and he charged back inside. He’s a bit of a wuss. And he’s nameless so far.
[Chris Farley]FOR THE LOVE OF GOD[/Chris Farley]
Will the hijacks never end? 
Sound like a nice boat though.
Okay, so the guy who said he wouldn’t interfere is interfering. Ridicule me at your leasure. That means you, welby.
I am breaking my semi-solemn vow for two (2) reasons:
- His4Ever, we get it. Really. We ain’t stupid. I posted here, and so did a bunch of other Christians. Heck, Polycarp posted in this thing. When he posts in a thread, you can be sure it’s kosher.
See, I made a joke. Please read some of the older MMP threads, so you can gain some understanding of what this is. If you are still upset, start a Pit thread and link to this. Rue won’t show up, because he doesn’t need to, but I will, because I would be thrilled with an opportunity to provide you with a free education. Not that it’ll help this time, either.
- I got here eventually, don’t sulk.
I love Pupshaw. You will be posting regularly in the MMP threads, won’t you? Don’t bother to answer, I know you will. I won’t hound you around the boards about it, either. Really.
Sorry for polluting the experiment, but I did learn some stuff about my posting habits through introspection, so that was good. I’ll be leaving again now.
BTW, I think it’s going along swimmingly.
um, it’s a Rue thread, so, no, the hijacks will never end… 
I figure God needs a refrigerator so he can stand in front of it and decide what he wants. I mean, sometimes it’s easy to say, “hey, I want Mud pie ice cream with whipped cream” and sometimes it’s not. Sometimes you don’t know if you want ice cream or a cherry tart. Or cold chicken. You don’t know what you want until you see it in the fridge. Or don’t see it, and realize that you have to put on real clothes and something on your feet and drive to the store. Not that God would have to drive to the store–in that case, it would just appear.
But then, does God ever not know what he wants? Would he need to stand in front of his refrigerator to know what he craved? Maybe heaven is always knowing what you want, and being able to get it.
What about God’s yard? He must have a riding lawn mower–but does it have a bag (for that neat look) or does God mulch?
Speaking of God’s appliances, apparently even God has to use the bathroom.
I was out riding my bicycle last year when I passed a church which had a sign in front that said:
God is on the throne
I almost fell of my bicycle, I was laughing so hard. So that’s why God is not leaving his phone number for Pupshaw to call back.
Yeah, but does He use a composting toilet? That would explain, among other things, ocean sediment and certain features of politics.
There’s a church in downtown Toronto with a big sign that says
Either someone at that church has too much of a sense of humour, or not enough. I’m betting on not enough, really.
Lissla update I went to a drum circle-and-firedancing thing last night. I got to dance lots. Filipino fire-dancing is cool. There were too many mosquitoes, though. I’m betting that there won’t be mosquitoes in Heaven. And especially not in the kitchen, because that would be really, really annoying.
Aww Ex, I’m not gonna ridicule you. At least not here where you might see it. Maybe I’ll send FCM an e-mail later and tell her all about the time I caught you with 5 pounds of raw shrimp, a funnel, and a book about unique home enemas. That way it’ll be private, and no one but her will ever know.
And don’t sweat poor His4Ever either. Apparently closed minded humorlessness (too many syllables for a Rue thread) is the bedrock of her version of Christianity. To each thier own. You’d never educate His4Ever either. Do a search sometime, it’s been tried, and ended in failure every time.
Um, welby, my, uh, email is broken. Yeah, really, So, um, don’t bother with the raw shrimp thing. Bummer, huh? :eek:
I was going to ask if God had a big screen TV, but I figure He has one of those walls of TVs - that kind that each TV can be a different station or they can work together to make one giant picture. And I figure each indivitual TV shows the goings-on of different people. Like Rue’s TV shows him hunched over the keyboard, creating his MMPs while Soupo and Katcha try feeding different stuff to the dog. I imagine more than one TV has caught a mod snickering and cackling before locking a thread. And there have to be a great number of TVs that capture the great whooshes that certain Dopers experience all too often.
Not me, of course. I don’t get whooshed. I’m hip. I’m with it. I get jokes.
“Excitement” Swampy? I think you spelled that word wrong. Oh, you meant the last couple of weeks. (I know, because that’s what you said.) I was thinking the next couple of days until Winston Rothchild of Winston Rothchild’s Sewer and Septic Sucking Services gets done with ya. (That’s really funny to me, and maybe a good six or seven other people who might read it.)
-Rue. (Green)
Rue, I love yue.
Fanks for da smiles. Me make picktchure for you now of MeandMommyandDaddyandSteveandFish. God already has dis one now you can have it too.
dwyr, I’m baffled too! Not that I’m a liguist or anything (but I did take one class in college!). I’m going to have to go look some stuff up. I only know the definition of “apheresis” from the blood center, dontating platelets is called apheresis (which I do about on a monthly basis). But surely it means something like ‘separate.’ Hm. Off I go to research.
FCM I looked at all the boat pictures! Cool! Last summer I went on an enormous houseboat on Lake Cumberland and was very impressed with its homey features. But your boat is much classier. I didn’t realize hubby lived on the boat. Cool x2!
** Pupshaw** I once heard the Voice of God on the telephone. Well, it was just my mother, but the impact was approximately the same. We were having bad weather and she knew I was asleep. She was watching the weather and saw a tornado heading straight for my house! (It was my own mother, after all.) So she called me, and I sleepily answered and heard, “Ellen get into the bathroom RIGHT NOW there’s a TORNADO COMING!” (no basement) Of course in my half-asleep state, hearing the commanding voice of mother, what choice did I have? I was up, had scooped up the baby and was cowering before the sink before I knew I’d ever stirred from the bed.
I aspire to that level of Godlike command, in my own mothering voice.
-Ellen. (contributing to the whoosh factor)
plagiarised from Kallessa’s post
God mulches. i just couldnt imagine a compost heap at the back of His garden…
On a side note, i also think the Big Guy has a proper 7.1 (yes, they do exist) sound system to go with the wall tv, but i think He’d have flat panel speakers to go with it…
Forget mowers, what kind of power tools would God have? Would he (for the sake of brevity, I will use “he” as God’s pronoun. Feel free to substitute “she” “it” or any other pagan slogan. Thank you) go for the big 18v Dewalt cordless pack, or would he go for the more convenient 14.4v? Or does he have enough outlets and extension cords to use all powered drills, saws, and other fun things? Does he do his own home improvement or is he always bugging his son (a carpenter, ya know. No relation to the Carpenters, though. Their music is waiting for me in my own special circle of hell) to do it for him?
And after he’s done with all the work, what does he drink? Does he just stick to wine, or does that whole “blood of Christ” thing bother him? I mean, how would you like to have a nice glass of Shiraz only to have your son say, “Hey, Pops. Go easy on my blood.” I guess God would stick with beer, and I think he’s a heaven-brewer. Or at least I hope he is. That’d be pretty jake.
So in God’s workshop, is the Earth God’s Big Project, that visitors point out when they come over and ask, “What’s that going to be?”
Thanks to you guys, I now have a comprehensive view of God’s house, complete with garden, workshop and beer-brewing apparatus. It’s great!
Thank you to everyone who said nice things to me. I will post more often now!
Yeah, we knew you’d be posting more Pupshaw. You have to. I’m not sure why, but once you join the MMP crowd (that’s the “Monday Morning Post” if you’re wondering), you’re, like… tained. You might try to scrub it off or ignore it, but the… taint just keeps pulling you back. You HAVE to keep posting.
You think I LIKE writing these things up every week?
-Rue. (tainter)
Rue doesn’t like posting his MMPs?!?!? Now there’s the biggest blasphemy of them all. What would monday be without Rue! And he’s led us along so cheerfully through a litany of hijacks and even made sure when he wasn’t here that our thirst for a MMP would be somewhat slaked with a substitute! Why the last of my innocence has been shattered. May as well make me a lawn ornament of the gods now
T (ainted) nookie!
Tainted Nookie! Band name!!