Check Thy Holy Underwear

Following rabbit trails has always been an amusing sport for me, and although I can't give my full attention to all of the rabbit trails I stumble over, I have recently found a very interesting one to which I will give some attention on this post. Recently, I started thinking about Paul's teaching about putting on the "armor of God" in Ephesians 6.

Waving hello

Just got my first personal preview with Google Wave. I hate jumping on bandwagons, especially for the sole reason that Google's name is pasted on it, but it seems to me that Wave is the only innovation to a system that has basically not changed since I first started using the internet. I don't think I have really seen much innovation on email other than being able to do it from my phone, but that really isn't any different from an email on my computer.

Anyway, I am excited to see what Google has cooked up, and I am also excited to see how everyone else is going to either copy or improve upon it, if Google does not stay ahead of the curve.

New layout, new blog

Instead of spending all my time writing today, I updated the look of my blog, and made some account changes to more effectively manage my blogging endeavors. So the result is that not only is Beating the Ho-Hum Drum much less humdrum, but the address is now hohumdrum.blogspot.com. All the posts are still available for my reader(s?), and at the old address (pdrobbins.blogspot.com) I have added a new blog that more aptly fits the address.

I have been writing conversations with God in a journal, and I am posting those conversations at the old blog address, and I will continue to post here, pulling largely from the ideas and meditations from living, journaling, reading, etc.

So, to those who stumble onto this blog, I hope you enjoy what I have posted.

Threading a Needle in a Haystack

Today, as I was spending time with the Lord, I heard Him tell me that I was like a mixed metaphor. At first, I thought it was silly of the Lord to tell me this using a simile, but then the severity of what He told me set in. Mixed metaphors can be funny, but are usually unacceptable form, and I really did not like the idea of being like something unacceptable.

Italian Tortilla

Tonight, I was faced with a typical daily problem for many people all throughout the world. I had no idea what to make for dinner. I looked into our fridge, and noticed the contents: leftover stew, leftover pot pie, leftover mashed potatoes, etc. All looked like viable options, but then my eyes settled on “the big one.”