Pointless Brain Droppings (May 17, 2018)

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negasonic teenage warheadNegasonic Teenage Warhead.

She of the two Deadpool movies. She’s also in the comic books, I’m told. Interesting character. One question that nags me, though:

What is she going to be called when she turns 20?

She wouldn’t technically be a Teenage Warhead any longer. Would it be Negasonic Warhead? Or just streamline it to just Warhead? I’d go for the latter, actually.

In hindsight, choosing to use the word “Teenage” in the name may have been a bit shortsighted. Like with New Kids On The Block, or Backstreet Boys. Sooner or later, they’re all going to have to give up and admit to the passage of time rendering those edgy monikers null and void.

Besides, life really does begin at 30, guys. This whole “teenage” thing was what you would call overrated.




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nightmareLast night I was attacked. In my sleep, again. I had a very oppressive dream involving being in a dark, dank dilapidated house, watching television with someone I didn’t know but seemed to have struck up a friendship with. Then said person took me down to the basement of the house, which was much more dank and dark and foreboding than the main floor. There was a pile of several pieces from various G. I. Joe action figures (not the dolls, but the smaller action figures sold in the 1980s and 90s), and suggested what would be really, really fun would be to create new men out of these pieces. So, I began putting some together, while the guy slipped into the shadows. I stood up, went looking for him; he tried to go invisible, but I was able to see him despite the subterfuge, which is when he began shrieking and taking on a look more of Golum from the Lord of the Rings. I grabbed hold of him in a bear hug from behind, and began rebuking him in the name of Jesus, which lead to him deforming into some kind of blob-like thing, before melting completely into the floor. I then woke up, feeling like some kind of heavy, hot wool blanket was pulled from me. It was 2:10am. I then began wondering if Nick or anyone from the congregation experienced anything like that as well, or if it was just me…


Seems Pretty Apt, Really…

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Saw this, and it made root beer come out of my nose. Thinking it’s pretty apt, considering the current political climate and all…

how the world really ends


Space is warped and time is bendable…

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space is warped and time is bendableSunday mourning. I appear to have lost an hour of time overnight. I’ve checked the couch cushions, but the hour wasn’t there. It was there when I went to bed, but when I woke up, all gone.

I know I’m missing an hour, because the clocks all say it’s 7am, but everything acts like it’s 6am. Have we all experienced a skip in time? This seems to happen every year; there’s a time skip, then later — several months later — it corrects itself.

Theory: Time is unraveling exponentially. Which would explain why time seems to be going faster than it did when I was a young boy. Is there a wormhole causing the population to time travel? And if so, why isn’t Phoenix affected? Are they situated on an anomaly of some sort?

Whatever it is, it seems to be stable and predictable enough as to be able to warn everyone about the skip a week or so in advance.


Like A Cat On A Leash…

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cat on a leashBetween the ages of four and five, my family was living in Iceland at the Keflavik Naval base. One afternoon, my dad came back home with a cat that he said was rescued from an abandoned car, and became our family pet. This cat didn’t like me too much, because–for reasons logical to my five-year-old mind at the time–I would always try to walk the cat like a dog. I would tie a belt around her neck and try to go for a walk with the poor thing. Of course, that cat wasn’t having any of it, and would do the passive-resistance thing by laying on her side and not moving while I tried dragging her along, urging to just walk instead of being dragged. It’s a miracle I didn’t inadvertently choke the poor thing to death.

Again, I was five. I didn’t know any better. My parents did punish me when they caught me doing it. Please keep the threats to my life to a minimum, they do get boorish after a while. Anyway…

I bring up this trip down amnesia lane for the purpose of illustrating another bit of truth about my daily wanderings in this post-Evangelical wilderness of mine: my flesh just doesn’t want to cooperate. Since endeavoring to become a disciple of Jesus Christ and not merely a follower (there is a difference; perhaps one day I will finally write about that as well…on the list it goes), and letting the Holy Spirit do His thing with the sanctification process that will be going on until the day I go Home, my flesh isn’t very happy about it.

Those who belong to Christ Jesus have crucified the flesh with its passions and desires. Since we live by the Spirit, let us keep in step with the Spirit.– Galatians 5:24-25

The thing about crucifixion as a means of execution is, it’s not the most efficient or even humanitarian way of being put to death. It could take hours, days, even weeks for the condemned person to finally die. In the meantime, it’s a very painful, very horrendous and slowly antagonizing death. The metaphor is very apt, as my flesh is slowly dying, being put to death by the Holy Spirit’s work of sanctification on me, and it knows it’s dying. It can feel the death processes very clearly. And it’s not going to go without a fight.

Basically, when my flesh can’t get what it wants, when it feels it’s being dragged along by the Holy Spirit upon the leash that ties it to me, it does what the cat in Iceland did: it tries to make the process as rough as possible by laying down and dragging along. I want to follow the Holy Spirit, but my progress is being hindered by this dead weight not wanting to comply.

But, I seem to be in good company with this struggle. As the same guy who wrote the words in Galatians, also wrote this in Romans:

So I find this law at work: Although I want to do good, evil is right there with me. For in my inner being I delight in God’s law; but I see another law at work in me, waging war against the law of my mind and making me a prisoner of the law of sin at work within me. What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue me from this body that is subject to death? Thanks be to God, who delivers me through Jesus Christ our Lord!– Romans 7:21-25

So, here I am, wanting to follow the Holy Spirit’s guidance, but being bogged down by my flesh more often than not. I despair, but then I remember that the Apostle Paul himself struggled with the same thing. And if one of the greatest followers of Jesus Christ had trouble, what makes me think I’m going to get to the end of this path I follow unscathed?


This Is My Shocked And Appalled Face…

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Hey, everyone! Stryper is set to release a new album this April! Here’s the album title and artwork!

stryper - god damn evil

It’s the follow-up to 2015’s excellent Fallen, and is the first to feature their new bass player, former Firehouse member Perry Richardson (that hair, man).

Yeah…nobody cares about that part. What seems to have everyone talking is that title they went with. Lots and lots of people within the various Christian rock and metal pages on Facebook are up in arms, loosing their minds over this album title. They’ve gone too far! seems to be the rallying cry.

Seriously, you are all acting like Stryper’s never courted controversy before.

Now, let’s just say, for sake of argument, all of these people flipping out over the album title (that’s some rather awesome artwork, I want to point out) have just came into being Stryper fans in the last decade or so, and aren’t familiar with their work from the first decade of Stryper’s existence. You know, pulling the ol’ “It was from before I was born” excuse. So, let’s review, shall we? History lesson time, kiddos…

Let’s start with their very first release, The Yellow And Black Attack

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No no no, not that one. That’s the 1986 re-released version Enigma put out after realizing Stryper could make them money. No, I’m talking about the original 1984 release…

yellow and black attack

You see that? A mysterious, glowing blue hand guiding a bunch of ballistic missiles toward a shiny blue, yellow and black Earth. Presumably, that’s the hand of God, pointing thataway, with the warheads bearing the band members’ initials. As controversy goes, this isn’t really that big, but I’m sure it raised its share of eyebrows once it hit the record shops.

But, that’s merely peanuts compared to the big controversy surrounding this album…

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That’s actually the censored version of the album, as the original artwork caused conservative Christians everywhere to loose their collective heads and demand the cover be changed to a black finish with just the band logo and title. Do you know what that original artwork was? Brace yourself, for the offensive original cover art was this…

to hell with the devil

Yep. Four ripped and swole angels, presumably modeled after the band members, tossing the Devil into the abyss of Hell. Yeah, I don’t get what the problem was, either. And frankly, even as I wasn’t a Christian when this came out, I was a bit more dubious about an alleged Christian band using that kind of album title to begin with.

But, then again, nothing could prepare anyone for what was to come a few years later…

against the law

Hoo, boy, was this the one that kicked the proverbial hornet nest. Where to begin? Well, there’s the title, Against The Law, which made everyone assume they were in rebellion now; then there was the modified band logo, which did away with the Bible reference, that seemed to reinforce the assumption that the band was now GOING SECULAR and TURNING AWAY FROM THE FAITH! As if that wasn’t enough, the band photos showed them wearing more black and — *gasp* — growing facial hair and toning down the big hair! They were just one step away from joining the Church of Satan by now.

In the end, these were all merely knee-jerk reactions to superficial surface-level judgments. Personally, my only question to Stryper about their new release is this:

Will it come with a vinyl edition?



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xmas treeWell, well, well. Deep subject, I know. Here we are, yet again, with the end of yet another year. Blinked, and what was 2017 is closing down, making way for the mystery and suspense that 2018 will bring. So, let’s do a bit of year-in-review, shall we? Here goes…

I do have to say that, as a while, 2017 wasn’t too bad. That’s not to say that it didn’t come with its own set of challenges. What year doesn’t, really? But, comparative to the previous years, 2017 wasn’t so bad, personally.

The first big thing to happen in January was the removal of a cyst from my back; it was situated right between the shoulder blades, and was roughly the size of a large orange. Or a small grapefruit. Point is, this thing was large enough to press against my spine, and even sitting up straight was painful. I gave it the name Lloyd, because that’s what I do. I went in for outpatient surgery, and experienced everything due to requesting a local administered, rather than being induced. That was quite the experience, lying on my stomach, feeling what felt like a melonballer remove what was on my back. It was very cold in that operating room, let me tell you.

cyst removal prep

I also got this neat hat out of it…

It was also around the end of January when my knees started acting up constantly. But more on that in a bit.

uncle necro spooky-ish


Let’s see…there were no graduations or deaths to speak of this year. At least, ones that impacted me. Hey, this is my year end review and all. My sympathies if you’ve experienced loss this year. I know how that goes all too well. Regardless, there was one wedding I got to go to, for Other James and Melissa, back in October. It was quite lovely. And brief, which was nice. Here’s a picture of those wacky kids:

other james and melissa

complete with a surprise Stephanie in the back…

…and here’s a pic of me and Other James before the wedding:

me and other james

moments before the carnage began…

Yes, yes, I’m wearing a tie. Try not to choke on whatever it is you might be choking on at the moment.

pen empty

this happened more often than not…

Bit out of sequence, mind, but I had to bid adieu to my beloved youth group kids in April. Shelli decided to retire this year, and focus on her family and such, and so the group was given over to the just-formed Fellowship of Christian Athletes. I miss them, I really do. It took a bit to acclimate to not having to come up with a lesson every week. I sill wonder how they’re doing. Ah, well. It’s out of my hands. Like it was ever in my hands, if you catch my drift.

The only live show I went to this year was Iron Maiden back in July. It was during the Book Of Souls tour, they played Lincoln, and it was friggin’ AWESOME. I went with one of my Brothers From A Different Mother, Matt O. Bad knees or not, there was no way I was going to miss this chance. I can now scratch this one off my Bucket List. Now, to try and catch Alice Cooper and Megadeth before it’s too late.

awaiting iron maiden

patiently awaiting to RAISE THE IRONS!

Which brings me to this last bit: Remember earlier, when I mentioned that my knees started to go bad in late January? Well, in the past they would flair up, but then go away. Not so this time–since January, the pain was almost a constant, usually feeling worse in one knee and switch periodically. Since January, I had been using a cane to get around. Then, in late August, I woke up one morning and I couldn’t stand up. The pain was too great. After visiting my doctor–I’ll spare you the details of what kind of adventure getting down from my second floor domicile over to the doctor was–I was admitted into the hospital, where I was given a battery of tests, and finally received cortisone shots into both knees. It turned out I had a severe case of gout in both knees, which I’m told is a very rare kind of occurrence. The cortisone shots helped immensely, but the general arthritis still flairs up now and then. I’m still using the cane, and on the really bad days I’m using the walker my Grandma Betty once had. Knee braces come into play once in a while, as well. We’ll see what comes when I get my annual checkup in February.

hammer time sellout

from the I Can’t Even files…

So, there we have the year that was 2017. Yeah, some pretty good movies were watched, some books were read, some \,,/METAL\,,/ was had. What will 2018 bring? Well, outside of the movie schedule already being planned by the Exalted Geeks, there’s my middle nephew’s confirmation, and another cousin’s progeny graduating High School, both in May. Otherwise, we shall see what the year brings. Until then, I remain your humble servant Uncle NecRo. See you all next year.

Yeah, that joke never gets old. Cheers.


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