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Wake up. Check the clock. Just before 5 AM. Bit must want breakfast. Here's a fresh can of food, kiddo.
Looks like Harriet is awake now. OK. Feed her, too.
Still before 5 AM. Might as well get some more sleep.
Turn the TV on to something quiet and calming.
Close my eyes.
Get comfortable under the covers.
That distinctly sounds like a cat throwing up.
Don't think I'll be getting back to bed now.
In May of 2013, Joe Carter, writing for The Gospel Coalition, discussed the results of a five-year study. In the study, a group of people who tithed at least ten percent were compared against a group who did not in order to determine the overall state of their respective finances. According to the study, those who tithed regularly tended to be in better overall shape across all of the metrics used in the comparison.
"How do we know," said poster "Robert" in the article's comments section, "it is not the reverse, that Christians who have healthier finances tithe more?" His words echo statements made by 71% of the non-tithe-payers in the study, who claimed that their finances would not permit them to tithe. Robert’s post set off a side discussion on the topic of economics and personal finance that lasted a full three days.
At this point, I should perhaps mention that according to their "About" page, The Gospel Coalition is "a fellowship of evangelical churches
New Toys, Old Fires New Toys, Old Fires
It has come to my attention that some people are confused as to how so much could have happened, one incident right after the other, in the relatively short space of time between my arrival on Solaris and the Blakist invasion a few years later. In particular, at least one person has alleged that my narrative should have already served to cover the span of time in question. The truth of the matter is that many of these events happened simultaneously, and I have simply been focusing on each event one at a time for the sake of clarity. My associates and I have been attempting to reconstruct the timeline of events as we go along, and so a formal listing of what took place when should be made available one of these days.
An example of things happening simultaneously is the story of how Gysa came to join our ranks. The story starts right after I opened that first Any Time Food Company facility, but didn't come to a firm resolution until after the match against the co
Burning In Paris"Talcum 2, reporting in," he said into the comms. "We've broken them; it's just a mop-up operation now."
"Understood, Talcum 2," his commander replied. "Be careful, Michael; they might still try one last feint."
"Wouldn't surprise me."
For centuries, Paris had been regarded as one of the most important cities in the entire Inner Sphere in terms of culture and education. While the Amaris Coup had briefly brought a halt to this as part of the devastation that covered the entire planet, the city succeeded in rebuilding itself and reclaiming its title. That is, until the Word of Blake took over the planet. Now it was back to square one.
By all rights, he should be mourning for the city. His family - the LeFluers - could trace their origins all the way back to Earth. In fact, a lot of the families who resided within the New Nauvoo region could. It was why he had volunteered to join the effort to liberate the planet, and most likely why several others had volunteered as well. But at the mome
A ConspiracySometimes, life has an odd way of working out. For starters, the final three storefronts in the strip bugged out, each one having been lured to strip malls elsewhere in the city. I bought them off of the owner, completing my ownership of the strip; Olympus Drive, as it would soon be re-named, was now entirely in my possession.
And I didn't have to wait very long for a new tenant, either. It seems that the Simmons Corporation was looking to open up a used vehicle lot in the area, and the now-empty half of the strip corresponded exactly to where their site placement software predicted would be the best spot. The plan was that they would lease all three storefronts. The corner storefront would be the showroom / customer service area, the one next to it would be the back offices, and the third one would be converted into an admittedly small mechanic's bay. That half of the parking lot would become the sales lot. To compensate for all the work that would be needed to convert the third bay o
A Mon-umental Mistake A Mon-umental Mistake
Although it might seem like a side-story right now, Maxwell related a story to me one Sunday, about a month after the incident with the cow and the reporter, that wound up setting the stage for later incidents. As such, in order to understand some of what was to happen, I need to go ahead and explain it. Fortunately, he left me a fair amount of documentation to back up what was going on.
Apparently, between the introduction of Terran animal species to the planet and the forcible changes to the environment from the centuries of warfare (warfare that included NBC weaponry – nuclear, biological, and chemical), the planet is home to a number of unique creatures, unique even by the standards of such galaxy-wide transplants as the Odessan Rax. Enough people on the planet get it into their heads to try and tame the things that the New Nauvoo region actually put rules in place for how to properly handle them, and even encouraged the creation of a number of comp
That's A RapBack during Bulldog there was a rather famous (now somewhat infamous) group of mech pilots that operated within the Lyran ranks. The leader, whose trademarks consisted of his perpetual smoking and his wearing a beret no matter what his uniform, piloted one of the rare Avatar units that had been given to the LAAF. His henchmen consisted of a thug type that piloted a captured Thor and a mad scientist type that piloted a captured Loki.
On the surface, the three were legendary pilots who could just plow on through whatever enemy forces came their way, their only help being a fourth pilot that they would select to go with them each mission as a sort of "mission specialist". In reality, the three had put together a scam in which they would make the unfortunate fourth pilot do a good chunk of the dirty work while they swooped in at just the right moment to save the day. Given that the fourth generally had their mech shot out from underneath them, it took a while for anyone to actually catch o
red bird in the rainthe other day I saw a red bird
bright against the skies so gray
but it only paused for just a moment
and then it quickly flew away
it's so easy to forget now
that when the skies pour down
if we'd only look about us
sometimes beauty can be found
a little red bird in the rain
a little smile with the pain
a little sweetness for the sorrow
a little hope before the morrow
you say your life is cold and lonely
you say the dark skies will not end
well I'm here if you would only
say you want to be my friend
girl, I've been around
I know that times are tough
it's time to leave the ground
we've got to rise above
oh o, oh o
oh o, oh o
oh o, oh o
oh o, oh o
[guitar fades out]
you see the sky is gray in my world
I can barely see the sun
but I won't wait until the clouds clear
because I've only just begun
oh o, oh o
oh o, oh o
[guitar fades out]
Dead Man's SwitchIn control, then not -
Sudden loss of grip.
Headlong to where?
Details lost, smudged, streaked.
Careening; no system of
No dead man's switch,
On a fast track -
With or without a god?
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