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i guess that poor kevin getting left out of george’s whitehouse photos is a classic lesson in being very careful how you treat people, even if they’re not as smart as you… perhaps especially so… :-)

Having had issues with transporting media from one space to another, this cartoon has a certain logic to it which is disturbing…

i thought this one from my amy was very funny, largely because i vividly remember my mother once telling me (during a particular low moment) that there were plenty of fish in the sea… it didn’t seem so funny at the time…

OK, so this one got me smiling… I discovered the app below for the iPhone, specially designed for those door-knocking folks from the JWs. Asides from being kind of humourous that someone would get something like this up and running for door-knocking, it gives an interesting insight into the expectations placed on JWs for their “service”…

Beyond this, don’t forget to check out my other iPhone-based blog for more bits and pieces…

New: FieldMinistry (productivity): “

FieldMinistry 1.0

Category:
Productivity
Price: $4.99 (iTunes)

src="http://appshopper.com/images/screenshots/292/694645.jpg"
align="right">Description:

This app (written specifically for Witnesses), lets you keep track of your time, literature placements and return visits for each month. It automatically keeps track of your progress through the service year. You can start a timer at the start of your work and add your placements directly in the main screen. No need to keep the app open. It will keep tracking time even when it is off. Entries can always be added or changed. At the end of the month a single click on the months report will generate an email addressed to you as well as one more person (optional).
Always keep track of your time… anywhere !

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(Via 0: App Store – New Apps.)

couldn’t help but laugh out loud at this one… i spent a bit of time with lee mcfarland a couple of years back on a visit to radiant church in phoenix – cool place with a cool dude leading them…

and this is a way cool approach to challenge people about money… :-)

ok, now, where did i put that dew rag and my air guitar…?

I now know (thanks to my kind daughter, Amy), that I have a serious problem… (I suspect Baggas has a similar problem, judging from the number of Amazon boxes I spied in his surgery…)

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You know you’re a bookaholic when…

You walk into someone’s house and you have to check the impulse to ignore them and immediately begin scoping out their bookshelves. A corollary: You walk into a house with no visible reading material anywhere and you immediately get nervous.

You reject purses because their book-holding potential is low.

You choose the exercise bike (or elliptical) over other nominally more appealing forms of exercise, because it offers the opportunity to read.

You’re stressed out on vacation because there are too many people around (extended family) and they won’t leave you alone to read.

You feel naked if you don’t bring a book to some social event (baseball game, dinner with friends, church, jury duty).

You get irritated with your spouse or family member when they want to talk to you and you’re right in the middle of a particularly good part of the book you’re reading.

You feel the need to ask those who say they don’t like reading “Don’t you get bored?”

You’ve memorized your library card number from always typing it in online to request a book.

The librarian at the branch library you go to recognizes you and knows what books you like to read.

You take two books with you on a 5-day trip and return with thirteen.

You read books as you are walking to school and keep running into trees because you veer off the sidewalk.

You must attend a relative’s graduation and are asked to stake out seats at least an hour beforehand, and you do this only under the assumption that you can bring a book.

As a child, your parents tell you that bringing a book to the table is anti-social (unless they’re bookaholics too, in which case, they’re reading at table too.)

You never pass by a used bookstore without stopping in.

You get in trouble at school for reading too much.

You keep a book on the passenger seat for stoplights. (DUH)

You read books in movie theatres instead of watching the movie (or try to anyway).

You still had a nightlight at age 12 just so you could read. And your mother knew. And she didn’t say anything because she did it too.

You’re glad for the chance to eat out alone, so you can read

You start collecting books for your kids … at least a decade before you actually procreate.

You arrive everywhere early, just for the extra time to squeeze in some reading.

You sometimes pick up books just to smell them.

You’d really like to have a party where everyone invited brings his/her book. You’d all say hello, get something to drink or eat, and then read!

You can remember where all the bookshops ought to be in a town you last visited a decade ago

The guys from the moving company who are going to be helping you move from your apartment revise their estimate upward considerably after they get a look at your bookshelves and boxes of books. (Ouch!)

You seriously consider never moving again in your lifetime, because you remember so vividly the chore that it was to move all your books and then re-shelve them.

When renovating your house, you put built-in bookshelves or room for bookcases in almost every room (the only room spared was the bath, and that only because humidity isn’t good for the paper).

You wouldn’t think there was any reason to seek a cure, and even if you did, it would involve buying a book

Visitors often ask “Have you read all of those?”

You sneak off with your glass of wine, from a family gathering/dinner/barbeque or party being thrown at your own home to read 10 or 15 minutes in your bedroom while everyone probably assumes you’re in the bathroom.

Clerks in 3 huge bookstores seem to know you on sight…in and out of the store.

Also, people behind you in line at your biweekly trip to the bookstore (or library) look at your pile of books and say things like “I don’t think that I have even read that many books in my entire life!”

When you are preparing to go on holiday, you spend more time choosing books than packing your clothes [and books take up more suitcase space than your shoes and clothes].

Gee, and I thought I was just regularly dopey, but all the way from Kalgoorlie and the good Aash out there, comes this VERY enlightening piece of research…

Read and learn… :-)

Sharing a bed with someone could temporarily reduce your brain power – at least if you are a man – Austrian scientists suggest.
When men spend the night with a bed mate their sleep is disturbed, whether they make love or not, and this impairs their mental ability the next day.

The lack of sleep also increases a man’s stress hormone levels.

Wow!

[via sparker - nice!]