...with showers forecast for later this week...

Job status update: I REALLY!! hate my current one (I'm never a happy camper after my 9 hour Saturdays, my apologies). I have been called for a second interview at Colorado with the store manager. So that's a good sign. I hope. Please pray I get this jobat Colorado, and then have the guts to quit the current one. There seem to be some added complications with the current one and what will happen if I quit.

Other than that, not much else to report. Not from the real world anyway. Not that I'd really call anywhere I go "the real world".

I have been contemplating some oxymorons of late (no my face ISN'T, Sean Taylor). Some of my favourites are: Microsoft Worx, MTV's "Real World", free - will offering, virtual reality, unbiased opinion, steel wool, specialize in everything, American English and waterproof sponge.

Also, thanks to the aid of ABC's "Spicks and Specks" (watch it, not just cos it's named after an fantastic Bee Gees song), I have taken more interest in what is known as "mondegreens". The origin, according to John Carrol of the San Francisco Chronicle is thus:

"As a child, the writer Sylvia Wright heard a plaintive Scottish ballad titled ``The Bonny Earl of Murray.'' One stanza, she believed, went like this:

Ye Highlands and Ye Lowlands/ Oh Where hae you been?/ They hae slay the Earl of Murray/ And Lady Mondegreen.

How romantic, she thought, Lady Mondegreen perishing with her lord in the fierce, romantic wars of medieval Scotland. It was only much later that she realized that they had actually slain the Earl of Murray and ``laid him on the green.''

She began to collect similar mishearings of song lyrics, poems, patriotic utterances and the like, and in 1954 published a small article about them, coining the word ``mondegreen.'' Then she died and 30 years passed and, voila, a columnist in San Francisco discovered the term and founded a small cottage industry -- the collection and dissemination of mondegreens.

So here are a few of my favourites (DISCLAIMER: None of these are my own. Some are lyrics my sister misheard, but to my knowledge I've haven't misheard lyrics since the Caramello Koala ad where I thought he said, right at the end, "I go with the flow", but my sister insists it's, "I overflow". I'm still open to hearing others opinions on this one).

Jimi Hendrix - Purple Haze
The real lyrics were: 'Scuse me, while I kiss the sky
But were misheard as: 'Scuse me, while I kiss this guy.
Creedance Clearwater Revival - Bad Moon Rising
The real lyrics were: There's a Bad Moon on the Rise
But were misheard as: There's a bathroom on the right
Toby Mac - Extreme Days
The real lyrics were: I spy the eye of aprehension
But were misheard as: I spy the eye of every mansion

I makes me realise the complexity of both language and human perception. It's amazing that our brains can put together sounds in a different order to what we heard them, but not only that, often be able to correct it.

So after a monumental post, the floor is yours once again.

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Time for a mid - week update, but it's always so difficult to think of something to write about. There is an enourmous amount of pressure on me to make this a worthwhile subject because whatever subject I choose has the potention to appear on other blogs. So if my blog stinks that means that potentially many other blogs could stink too and then we have a stinky commuity of unimaginative people. And we just can't have that can we?

So without further ado, here it is: Beef Stew. Kidding. I do however wish to explore the notion of imagination. It is obvious as humans we will never have an original thought. This is best illustrated by the following amusing anecdote.

A scientist meets with God one day in the future and says, "God, we don't need you anymore. We have developed our own way to create humans without your input, we have many other, less restricting religions and we just don't need you around anymore."
God says, "In that case, let's see what you really can do. I'll make a person all on my own and you make a person all on your own."
"Fine," says the scientist and he picks up a handful of dirt.
"Oi," says God, "Get your own dirt!"

Everything we think and imagine comes from base knowledge of things that God has already created. So really imagination is just thinking of possibilities without consequence. Like pink zebras. God already made the colour pink and zebras, and we've just put it together. We haven't thought of the impact this would have. The pink zebras would not camoflague at all and would soon be wiped out, leaving a hole in the ecological biodiversity chain, and then we'd all be pretty well stuffed. But in our imaginations, destruction doesn't occur. There are no consequences.

Thoughts?

And if you look to the left, you'll see...

I was going to give a mid week update, however the last topic seemed to still be attracting comments. It's surprising how quickly mid - week disappears. Nevertheless, this is my late mid week update.

I was not supposed to be working today, but last night the boss called and asked if I would do 10 - 2 and I was silly enough to say, "Yes," despite the fact I have stuff to do today. 10 - 2 might only be 4 hours, but it takes a huge chunk out of your day. I am currently printing resumes so that I may go in search of another, less difficult place to work at. You really need to get along with the people you work with to SOME degree. Anyway, enough about my usual gripe.

I have an interview on Monday for a BRAND NEW, SHINY job, so let's hope that goes well and I actually get a brand new, shiny job. Its shininess is subject to change. As is its brand newness, assuming I get the job.

But enough, I am the bearer of good tidings... now THERE'S a flash back. That was a line from my highschool's production, "Man of Steel" in 2000. That was Superman's line, and I distinctly remember one rehersal he just kept putting, "But enough" in front of every single one of his lines in scene 1. It was hysterical.

Okay, here's the topic this time. Despite all my ramblings about jobs and memories, here is the discussion material, which oddly enough is a combination of memories and jobs. Sort of. Is there anything you've always wanted to do, and have either acheived it or are still waiting to acheive it? For instance, I have known since I was 11 years old that I wanted to be a youth leader. We had a separate program for years 6 and 7 and I loved it to pieces, I loved the leaders to pieces and I knew I wanted to be a leader for a youth group one day. Throughout my years attending various youth groups I always held close to the dream, but for some reason hoped that a different youth group, a "perfect" youth group would be the place where I would be a leader. Thanks to God's sense of timing and humour I am a leader at one80, and while I see room for growth and improvement, it's just sensational the way it is. It might sound superficial, but it's true.

So what about you?

The Nominees Are...

Do you ever have those strange realisations the split second before something happens to you? Like when you've only got ice left in your glass and it's all stuck to the bottom of the glass. You start tapping the bottom of the glass while it's angled towards your face, and an instant before it releases you realise "All this ice is going to fall on my face" and then it does. Yet we do this time and time again. Or maybe it's just me.

It's probably one of those really stupid habits I have. I have lots of stupid little habits. Things like, I have to look in the mirror when I brush my teeth. I can't help it. If I'm in my bathroom and I'm cleaning my teeth I have to look in the mirror. I don't have to look in the mirror to do my hair, just my teeth. I always look for my keys last before I leave the house. I always open the fridge in the morning, close it and then think about what I want for breakfast, regardless of whether the fridge is involved or not. I always lie on my right side when I first get into bed. I never rub my eyes with my index finger.

What are your stupid habits? What are some you've noticed about me that I haven't mentioned?

Is it a bird? Is it a plane?

I have adopted for myself the nickname "SuperTiph" (usually there are stars involved, but not today). I truly believe that we are all Super. But why? That's what I'd like you to tell me. Give me 5 reasons why you are Super. If you don't, I'll give you 10 reasons why you are Super, or 3 why you should get off my blog :P:P.

Here's my list

1) God made me (that better be on everyone's list)
2) He made me /‘bjutəful/,
3) I have friends who love me
4) My life has a plan and purpose, thanks to God
5) I have been blessed with an abundant life.

Your turn.

How to win friends and influence people without weapons

ToDay was a gooD Day. Not one of those Days that leaves you so blown away by it's amazingness, but one of those comfortable Days. The type of Days that holD events, aren't super boring but are really the stuff that life is made of.

I coppeD out of work early so I coulD go to commanDo games. Definitely a worthwhile exchange. I haD the greatest team for the games and we DiDn't win, but we Definitely haD them squiming for a while. Like, nearly the entire game. We rockeD big time.

This week however, I want us all to reflect on our influences. Just cos we can. If you can, think of one event that has influenceD you to Do something Drastically Different.

For me, I remember watching DeaD Poet's Society anD I realiseD how fragile human emotions really were. So I trieD being nicer. Let me know if it workeD.

So, the floor is yours.