2014–The Obligatory Year-End Post

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MeWell, here we are, at the end of the year that was 2014. Soon, this year shall gasp its last, and from its still-warm corpse shall burst forth 2015. And while you’re busy trying to excise that disturbing image out of your brains (it’s no use, just relax and let it take you), I shall regale you with how this year has been for your Uncle NecRo. Hope you brought snacks.

The year that was 2014 started off like any other year that ultimately turned out to be a crap-shoot: with hope and promise. I was engaged to the most wonderful woman in the world. We were planning our lives together, and we couldn’t wait to begin our new adventure together, for better or for worse. At least, I knew I was. We went through the preliminary pre-marital classes at her church in January; in February, after months of putting out resumes and interviewing, I finally found work as a manager-in-training at an Arby’s in Lincoln. It was going to be a challenge, I knew, but the money was good, and–not trying to sound cliché here–hard work never scared me. I was willing to do what it took for our future together.

March was rough, but still good. My time at Arby’s was, as the trainer put it, more like Boot Camp–I was being trained on every part of the business and store in a very compressed amount of time, putting in long hours that were very erratic, having all manner of Arby’s-related information pumped into my skull, and putting through the proverbial ringer by a general manager whose training style can be described as Full Metal Jacket-era R. Lee Ermy Drill Sergeant as filtered through Major Margaret Hoolahan from M*A*S*H.

I was determined to make a go of it–I figured anything worth acquiring is never going to be easy. After over a month, though, it was clear that I wasn’t acclimating enough to keep up; I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t keep food down, and it was getting to the point where I was experiencing extreme anxiety with the prospect of going through another day there. I was showing some beginning physical symptoms of a potential breakdown. But, I kept going as long as I could. I needed to be the “man of integrity” that Kim needed. Even if it killed me, it seems. I had the loving support from my spouse-to-be and my family and soon-to-be family.

April 1st was when this life of mine imploded. Collapsing, everything crushed into a dark singularity, where light cannot escape its sucking pull. The fact that it was April Fools Day is an irony that isn’t lost on me.

It was a Tuesday this year. April 1st can be listed, without any kind of hyperbole whatsoever, as My Worst Day At Arby’s, which also doubles as My Last Day At Arby’s. Only, I didn’t really know about that second part, there. I couldn’t seem to be able to do anything right, second-guessing myself, making stupid mistake after stupid mistake, with every little mistake getting a royal chewing out by not only the GM, but also other members of the managerial staff, usually in full view of everyone other employee and customer there. And if you know me at all, you know that constant verbal berating like that makes me much more jumpy, which makes me make even more mistakes, which results in further verbal berating…a vicious cycle, this is. Finally, the shift ended in late afternoon, and halfway to Kim’s apartment I finally had what turned out to be the first of many breakdowns to come this Spring and Summer. But more on that later. This first one came on, and it was a miracle I was able to make it to the apartment while my eyes were stinging and mostly blinded by tears and such, and I found it hard to breathe after a bit. I made it to the apartment, though.

April 1st was also the day I discovered one of my long-time online friends–Anderson Mar–had died from smoke inhalation due to a fire in her apartment complex. The information was posted on her Facebook page, and given the day it was, I spent a good hour or so to make sure it wasn’t some Troll’s idea of a sick joke. Sadly, it wasn’t.

On April 2nd, the decision was amicably made that I wasn’t really cut out for the pressures of being an Arby’s manager. Maybe if I had been working from the ground up for a few years, I could have made it; but it was agreed that I was not ready, if ever. Without a job, and only two months until the wedding, things were looking dark, but I still clung to hope that this would work. I met Kim that evening to tell her, and discuss things before the Bible study that night. She took the news in stride, and reassured me that, despite this temporary setback, she wasn’t going anywhere, that she would still be by my side. We even talked with the pastor who was going to officiate our wedding after the Bible study, making plans to meet with him later in the month for planning and such. I left for home that night, shaken but still optimistic.

April 3rd, I began the process of emailing and sending out resumes and pounding the streets to look for work again. I was determined. I kept this up on the 4th, and the 5th (mostly emailing and filling out applications online on the 5th, as it was Saturday). On Sunday, April 6th, after accompanying Kim at the early traditional side service as she played piano for the men’s choir, and then taking in the contemporary service afterwards, we went out for a nice lunch at Grisanti’s, window shopped in a nearby music shop, then went back to her apartment, where she then proceeded to tell me that she couldn’t marry me, giving me a reason of “I’m not able to love you the way you deserve.” I still don’t know what that means, to this day. She hasn’t spoken to me since then, not in the way she used to. Just like that, in less than a week, my world was ripped asunder. I’m sorry if I sound overly dramatic, here, but that’s the way it was. No warning, no explanation that didn’t seem like an insult to my intelligence; in one fell swoop, the person I loved more than I ever loved anyone else outside of my immediate family pushed me out of her life and locked the door, with one of the lamest reasons given.

And while that would be enough to wish for a reset on the rest of the year, Murphy was just getting warmed up, it turned out. I did manage to get my old position at another Jimmy John’s back if but for a brief period to generate some income while I looked for something more substantial. Because, while the labor there sucked, at least I did get some good money from my time at Arby’s. And let’s face it–I am far more awesome and talented to waste away as a sammich jockey, regardless of how well I got along with the co-workers. And better work I did find soon thereafter: I am currently a POS Terminal Help Specialist at First Data. It’s challenging, the money is really good, I’m still trying to acclimate to a job where everyone is not trying to continually tear you down to get ahead themselves, and the best part is being able to use my rather expansive vocabulary without worrying if I have to dumb things down and explain what I just said all the time.

At the beginning of the Summer Holiday, two classmates of some of the kids in my youth group died in a very tragic road accident. I never met the two victims; the accident effected the kids in the group, and when they mourn and are in pain, I too mourn and am in pain. Just the way it is.

In mid-June, a thunderstorm blew through that caused so much devastation, it caused enough property damage that certain areas were declared disaster areas. On my family’s farm, several trees were felled, some of which I remember playing on as a child, much structural damage was done to the buildings, and more than just a couple of windows and the roof were in severe need of repair. The power was out for us for a good three days before it was restored. Unfortunately, the damage the storm wrought on the church that my ancestry built in Uehling was enough that, over one hundred years after being built and serving as the worship center for several generations of my family, the decision was made to close the church for good, and sell the land with the building being torn down after the first of 2015. Again, in one fell swoop, another part of my life, despite having not attended Uehling Congregational Church since graduating High School in 1992, will be gone.

The final kick in the tender spot that this year made, the one that sent ripples that were felt well beyond where I can even see, was the sudden and devastating death of my cousin Jerry in August. I’ve already posted my thoughts on that; needless to say, I still catch myself still thinking of him as still alive, and not gone.

Fortunately, nothing more has happened to equal the kind of devastation that has hit my world this year. The darkness that has descended this year will carry over to the next, to be sure–not a day goes by where I’m not thinking about Kim and if I did all I could have done on my part, and I’m still very much haunted by memories of the very recent past–but that’s to be expected. Go forward, I must. And it’s not like I’m unaware of the abundant blessings that my Lord and God has bestowed upon me; certainly, He has blessed me with an abundance of the kind of friends and family that were there for me the best they could, giving support and not just empty platitudes. I’m also thankful that I was gifted with the ability to make my family members laugh and hopefully take some of the sting off of the loss of our beloved family member. And, of course, the job I work at now is a good fit, and I’m finally beginning to make the kind of income to start to move forward substantially. And while I decided to stop doing NECRO SHOCK RADIO permanently this year, as my I found my heart was no longer in it, I somehow know that the future may end up with something different, and better. As with all things.

So, to summarize this rambling down Memory Lane: 2014, for the most part, sucked. Sucked in a way that I pray I never experience again, and anyone I know and love will never have to experience themselves. But, in a morbid, twisted kind of way, it could be I will look back on the year that was 2014, and think, “yeah, this was more beneficial than I thought it would be.” But, for now, I find myself ready to enter 2015, not with a smile and a song in my heart, but with a war face, and \,,/METAL\,,/ blasting through my speakers. Possibly wielding something blunt and heavy, festooned with spikes.

Happy New Year from your UNCLE NECRO. I’m still alive. Be afraid. Be very afraid. Cheers, all.

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2014: End-Of-Year Book List

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pile of booksSince 2012, I’ve made it my yearly mission to try and read a book a week for the entire year, and post the list of what I managed to get to on the final day of that year. Obviously, I haven’t been able to make it to 52 books–yet–but I continue to try; this year has been the closest I’ve been able to get, and surprising considering all that has transpired to try and demotivate me. It’s almost like I kept reading to get away from reality without sleeping all the time. But, anyway, here’s the list of books I’ve managed to read in the year that was 2014 (alphabetically by title):

BRAVE NEW WORLD (Aldous Huxley)
BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER: Carnival Of Souls (Nancy Holder)
CABAL (Clive Barker)
DAMNED (Chuck Palahniuk)
DIARY (Chuck Palahniuk)
DOCTOR WHO: 50th Anniversary Collection: 11 Doctors 11 Stories
DOCTOR WHO: Beautiful Chaos (Gary Russell)
DOCTOR WHO: Dreams of Empire (Justin Richards)
DOCTOR WHO: Earthworld (Jacqueline Rayner)
DOCTOR WHO: Fear of the Dark (Trevor Baxendale)
DOCTOR WHO: Festival of Death (Jonathan Morris)
DOCTOR WHO: Last of the Gaderene (Mark Gatiss)
DOCTOR WHO: Only Human (Gareth Roberts)
DOCTOR WHO: Players (Terrance Dicks)
DOCTOR WHO: Remembrance of the Daleks
DOCTOR WHO: Ten Little Aliens (Stephen Cole)
DOCTOR WHO: The Wheel Of Ice (Stephen Baxter)
GLOBAL FREQUENCY: Detonation Radio (Warren Ellis)
GLOBAL FREQUENCY: Planet Ablaze (Warren Ellis)
ILLUSION (Frank Peretti)
JUSTICE (Alex Ross, Jim Krueger, Doug Braithwaite)
NEUROMANCER (William Gibson)
PRINCE CASPIAN (C. S. Lewis)
SPAWN OF THE WINDS (Brian Lumley)
STAR WARS Vs. STAR TREK (Matt Forbeck)
STAR WARS: Agents Of Chaos I: Hero’s Trial (James Luceno)
STAR WARS: Agents Of Chaos II: Jedi Eclipse (James Luceno)
STAR WARS: Balance Point (Kathy Tyers)
STAR WARS: Dark Journey (Elaine Cunningham)
STAR WARS: Dark Tide II- Ruin (Michael A. Stackpole)
STAR WARS: Death Troopers (Joe Schreiber)
STAR WARS: Edge Of Victory I: Conquest (Greg Keyes)
STAR WARS: Edge Of Victory II: Rebirth (Greg Keyes)
STAR WARS: Enemy Lines I: Rebel Dream (Aaron Allston)
STAR WARS: Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand (Aaron Allston)
STAR WARS: Traitor (Matthew Stover)
The BEST OF ROBERT BLOCH (Robert Bloch)
The BURNING (Bentley Little)
The CLOCK OF DREAMS (Brian Lumley)
The HORSE AND HIS BOY (C. S. Lewis)
The LAST BATTLE (C. S. Lewis)
The LION, THE WITCH, & THE WARDROBE (C. S. Lewis)
The MAGICIAN’S NEPHEW (C. S. Lewis)
The PHILIP K. DICK READER (Philip K. Dick)
The PRIEST’S GRAVEYARD (Ted Dekker)
The RESORT (Bentley Little)
The SILVER CHAIR (C. S. Lewis)
The VOYAGE OF THE DAWN TREADER (C. S. Lewis)

And in case you were wondering: Yes, I have my pre-determined reading list for 2015 all ready to go. Cheers, all…

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Music Review: LSU – Live At Cornerstone vol. 1

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LSU - Live At Cornerstone Volume 1

L. S. U.
Live At Cornerstone volume 1
Millennium Eight
2000

I was in grade school during the first part of the 1980s, and whenever my class put on a recital, my parents would always record the audio of our performances on a portable mono cassette recorder–probably with the word Radio Shack proudly emblazoned somewhere on there–with one of those budget quality recordable cassettes they had back then. On the drive back home, they would play it back on that portable cassette player, and the playback was…well, passable. They captured their progeny’s performance–usually indistinguishable with all the other kids singing whatever Top 40 song we were butchering at the time–and that was all that mattered. Not the quality of the recording. Which may or may not have contributed to me being the audiophile that I am.

And the point of that little trip down Live-Or-Memorex Lane having to do with this particular review is thus: The sound quality on the Live At Cornerstone Volume 1 release by Millennium Eight is maybe slightly better than those recordings my parents made back then. It may have to do with the quality of the cassette used in what I can only presume was a Talkboy or something similar that recorded these shows at the Cornerstone festivals in 1991 and 1993. Cassette recording tape quality had advanced pretty far then, as I was heavily into the whole tape mixing hobby at the time. I really do think that Millennium Eight just took a couple of bootleg tapes of LSU shows at Cornerstone and slapped them together on a CD to sell. And considering the quality of their re-releases in the past, I have doubts that anyone did any kind of mastering of the tracks.

Which is a pity, because those shows, for all intents and purposes, sounded like they were awesome to behold. I obviously didn’t discover LSU, Mike Knott or any of his other projects until much later in the 1990s, which meant I missed out on LSU’s heyday. These shows cobbled together unique performances of songs culling from their catalogue leading up to The Grape Prophet. Live At Cornerstone Volume 1 could have been a great presentation of a moment caught in time, a beautifully unique and raw performance of a band that will never be experienced in that situation again…but due to the sound quality being tolerable at best, it falls flat right out of the gate. Yet another example of M8’s track record of great ideas with little follow-through. Pass.

Music Review: VARIOUS ARTISTS – Midnight Clear

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VARIOUS ARTISTS
Midnight Clear
Solid State Records
2014

So, it’s Christmas time once again, and that pretty much means that I will do my traditional review of a Christmas-themed record. Okay, so it’s a tradition I decided to start this year. Better late than never, right? It’s not my favorite time of year, no, but I must admit that I am a fan of the old hymns and traditional carols, as much as I am a fan of \,,/METAL\,,/.

This year (2014, in case you happen upon this review in a year that isn’t 2014, which is very much possible, relativity and all that) Solid State Records released their very first Christmas-themed album, featuring artists that are on their roster, and some that are what you would call “special guest appearances”, doing their respective renditions of Yuletide classics that we know and love. Always up for that. So, I bought the download version of the album through Google Play, and popped it in my media player device of choice, and gave it a few good spins, in a manner of speaking. Here’s my track-by-track assessment:

“Joy To The World” (August Burns Red)

…and we start off with a rendition of the classic-if-not-ubiquitous hymn by mall-metal stalwarts August Burns Red. Not too bad; a little too screamo for my taste, but not too bad…

“God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen” (Fit For A King)

…I could have sworn Fit For A King was listed as “metalcore” on some website, but this cut by the band is really more straight up indie rock. Dark, yes, not bad, some would say a rather sombre rendition of the classic. Not what I would say “metal”, though. Bit surprising, at least…

“O Come O Come Emmanuel” (For Today)

…straight-up hardcore. Good, straight-up cover, heavy and anthem-ic. Nothing more, nothing less…

“Come Thou Long Expected Jesus” (Wolves At The Gate)

…surprisingly melodic and, dare I say, traditional sounding, with touches of the mallcore I’ve come to expect. Take that as you will…

“He Came With Love” (Memphis May Fire)

…had to double check online, as I seem to remember this band being listed as “metalcore”, and they are…however, this cut sounds so much like the kind of contemporary crap the Sanctified Hipster Band at my church plays, it was quite the chore to sit through…

“Jingle Bell Rock” (The Ongoing Concept)

…now, this is interesting. I know next to nothing about The Ongoing Concept, but when this came on as I was driving home from work, my first thought was, “Wow, these guys are really channelling the spirit of 1978-era Van Halen.” Just straight-ahead hard-rocking feel-good metal, something I was not expecting from the label. I might have to check out more from these guys after hearing this cut…

“Silent Night” (Forevermore)

…huh, progressive power metal instrumental rendition…was not expecting that, impressive…might have to check these guys out as well…huh…

“The King” (Wolves At The Gate)

…more of a straight-forward metalcore tune than the other Wolves At The Gate cut on this compilation…again, doable in a pinch, but not still not my kind of metal, here…

“O Holy Night” (Becoming The Archetype)

…and if you get this compilation for only one reason, here it is. The name Becoming The Archetype should be enough motivation alone, but let me tell you, from the uber-creepy and dark opening to the moment it decalcifies your spinal column with its extreme bombast of \,,/METAL\,,/…well, I needed a towel after this was over. Clearly the standout cut for me…

“Flurries” (August Burns Red)

…and another instrumental to end the album, and the second cut from August Burns Red. Pretty good, probably the better one of the two, mostly due to not having to put up with the vocals…I can see someone using this as the music for their Holiday Montage Video for YouTube or something…

Suspiciously absent in this collection is Demon Hunter. Or Living Sacrifice, for that matter. I’m assuming Living Sacrifice is still on the Solid State roster. I know Soul Embraced isn’t anymore, but that’s beside the point. They saw fit to put two cuts by August Burns Red and Wolves At The Gate, who are good but not personally as enjoyable as Becoming The Archetype here. But, that’s just mindless nit-pickery. Overall, Midnight Clear is a decent enough Christmas record with a handful of standouts. A little something for everyone who counts Solid State as one of their favorite labels.

How The Goth Stole Christmas

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how the goth stole christmasIt’s that time of year again, my wonderful freaks. And, since I haven’t done so in a few years, I thought I’d dust off this Christmas classic for you all:

HOW THE GOTH STOLE CHRISTMAS
(with apologies to the late, great Dr. Seuss)

Every Who
Down in Who-ville
Liked Christmas a lot…

But the Goth,
Who lived just north of Whoville,
Did NOT!

The Goth hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season!
Now, please don’t ask why. No one quite knows the reason.
It could be his face wasn’t made up just right.
It could be, perhaps, that his Docs were too tight.
But I think the most likely reason of all
May have been that in August, there were Elves in the mall.

But,
Whatever the reason,
His Docs or the mall,
He stood there on Christmas Eve, hating it all.
Staring down from his lair, with a sour gothy frown
At the warm lighted windows below in their town.
For he knew every Who down in Who-ville beneath
Was busy now, hanging a mistletoe wreath.

“And they’re hanging their stockings,” he said with a pout.
“They’re not even *fishnets* for crying out loud!”
Then he growled, with his fingertips nervously drumming,
“I must find some way to stop Christmas from coming!”

For,
Tomorrow, he knew…

…All the Who girls and boys.
Would wake long before sunset. They’d rush for their toys!
And then! Oh, the noise! Oh, the Noise! Noise! Noise! Noise!
“That’s one thing I hate! It’s really quite loud.
“It’s worse than a rivethead blasting Merzbow!”

Then the Whos, young and old, would sit down to a feast.
And they’d feast! And they’d feast!
And they’d FEAST!
FEAST!
FEAST!
FEAST!
They would feast on Who-pudding, and rare Who-roast-beast
Which was something the goth couldn’t stand in the least.

And THEN
They’d do something
He liked least of all!
Every Who down in Who-ville, the tall and the small,
Would walk outside (after finishing their cena)
They’d stand close together, and do the Macarena!

And the more the goth thought ’bout this Who-Christmas-Dancin’,
The more the goth thought “This is worse than M. Manson!
“Why, for twenty-three years I’ve put up with it now!
“I MUST stop this Christmas from coming!
…But HOW?”

Then he got an idea!
A spooky idea!
THE GOTH
GOT A SINISTER, SPOOKY IDEA!

“I know just what to do!” the goth said in the gloom.
And he made a black velvety Santa costume.
And he cackled, and wailed “What a great gothy plan!
“With an outfit like this, I’ll take all that I can!”

“All I need is a reindeer…”
The goth looked around.
But, since reindeer are scarce, there was none to be found.
But, did that stop the goth?
No! The Goth simply said,
“If I can’t find a reindeer, I’ll make one instead!”
So he called his cat, Curse. Then he took some black lace,
And he tied a big horn on the side of his face.

THEN
He loaded some bags
Into the back of his hearse.
(A ramshackle car,
To which he tied Curse.)

Then the goth revved the engine,
And Curse started to run.
Down to Who-ville they went
To steal their fun.

All their windows were dark. Quiet snow filled the air.
All the Whos were naively dreaming without care.
When he came to the first little house on the square.
“This is stop number one,” the old Gothy Claus hissed
And he climbed to the roof, empty bags in his fist.

Then he slid down the chimney. Which could have been hectic
Except that the goth was quite anorexic.
He got stuck only once, for a moment or two.
Then he stuck his head out of the fireplace flue
Where the little Who stockings all hung in a row.
“These stockings,” he grinned, “Are the first things to go!”

Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant,
Around the whole room, and he took every present!

Siouxsie and Sisters tapes! Eyeliner! Shoes!
Nail polish! Thigh-high boots! Lipstick! And Booze!
And he stuffed them in bags. Then the goth, very nimbly,
Stuffed all the bags, one by one, up the chimbley!

Then he slunk to the icebox. He took the Who’s feast!
He took the Who-pudding! He took the roast beast!
He didn’t eat any. He had to stay thin.
(Though he did take a swig of Momma-Who’s gin.)

Then he stuffed all the food up the chimney with relish.
“And NOW!” grinned the goth, “For that tree that looks hellish!”

And the goth grabbed the tree, and he started to shove
When he heard a small sound like the coo of a dove.
He turned around fast, and he saw a small Who!
Little Siouxsie-Sioux-Who, who was not more than two.

The goth had been caught by this little chanteuse
Who’d got out of bed for a shot of Chartreuse.
She stared at the goth and said, “Santy Claus, why,
“Why are you taking our Christmas tree? WHY?”

But you know, that old goth was so smart and so slick
He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick!
“Why my sweet little tot, it’s really quite sad.
“This tree looks just ghastly, it’s covered in plaid!
“So I’m taking it home,” he told the pre-schooler.
“And when it’s fixed up, it will look a lot cooler.”

And his fib fooled the child. Then he patted her head
And he poured her a drink and he sent her to bed.
And when Siouxsie-Sioux-Who was in bed with her cup.
HE went to the chimney, and stuffed the tree up!

Then the last thing he took
Was the log for their fire!
Then he went up the chimney, himself, the old liar.
On their walls he left nothing but hooks and some wire.

And the one speck of food
That he left in the house
Was a crumb that was even too small for a mouse.

Then
He did the same thing
To the other Whos’ houses

Leaving crumbs
Much too small
For the other Whos’ mouses!

It was a quarter to dawn..
All the Whos, sleeping worse,
Each one passed out on booze
When he packed up his hearse,
Packed it up with their presents! The ribbons! The wrappings!
The tags! And the tinsel! The trimmings! The trappings!

Three thousand feet up! Up the side of Mt. Strumpet
He rode with his load to the tiptop to dump it!
“Pooh-Pooh to the Whos!” he was morbidly humming.
“They’re finding out now that no Christmas is coming!
“They’re just waking up! I know just what they’ll do!
“Their mouths will hang open a minute or two
“Then the Whos down in Who-ville will all cry BOO-HOO!”

“But there’s no time to listen,” the goth said with a frown.
“The sun’s starting to glisten. I’ve got to get down!
“I’ve got to get back to my lair with haste
“Or all that I’ve done tonight will go to waste!”

So the goth dumped the whole load
And returned to the road.
And started his flight
To avoid the daylight.

And asleep in his coffin, the goth smiled with glee.
For now there’s no Christmas for you or for me.

(and you thought it’d have a happy ending, didn’t you?)

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Christmas Eve Post

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Christmas Eve PostChristmas Eve. The day before Christmas. Seven days before the final day of the year that was. Eight before the cycle begins anew. Can’t wait. Can’t wait for all of this to be over. Day after day after day after day, putting on my grave shroud, following the Master into the big, scary Unknown that is my mortal existence. No complaints. No remorse. No regrets.

Truth be told, Christmas and winter are held in my heart as the darkest, most Gothic season of the year. No, not Halloween silly. Halloween is happy fun time. Amateur night for the Normals. No, Christmas and winter are when I feel the most alive, where I see with vivid realness the beauty of death, the true gift it is been given us from up on high. The quiet dark as the snow falls silently to the earth. The chill that grabs your bones. As my breath escapes in faint wisps of vapor, I am reminded of my mortality. And I praise the Lord Jesus for this season of death. For without death, there is no rebirth. His Spirit is what makes me alive. The closer I get to Him, the more I see the beauty in the dark and and still death that surrounds us.

Merry Christmas, one and all.

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Sunday A’La Carte: December 21, 2014

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hD5B9424DI’m going to make this very, very brief. I spent this weekend watching a couple of five-month old Staffordshire Bull Terrier puppies, and their nearly-two-year old mother, all of which have enough kinetic energy to power a small city for a couple of years alone, for my sister and brother-in-law while they went to watch my teenage nephew wrestle in a far-off, mystical  land named Kearney, Nebraska. Needless to say, I’m more than a tad drained. So, considering the final legs of 2014 are upon us, I decided to take the rest of the year off, and start back up the A’La Carte posts after the New Year. Of course, that doesn’t mean that I won’t be posting regular stuff on the blog. Just not going to sweat the week-ending exorcise that I’ve been doing for a while now.

Until next year, I bid you all the obligatory Merry Christmas and Happy New Year and all that. Cheers, all.

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