A very long time ago, in the first few centuries A.D., the christian church was unstable as a sack full of cats as it tried to iron out a lot of different theological matters, foremost among them being the relationship between the holy trinity. And by "tried to iron out" I mean "resorted to violence". At the urging of local bishops and other religious authorities, bands of monks would roam around cities like Alexandira looking for other bands of monks and beat them to a pulp, usually because they (the beaters or the beatees, doesn't really matter) belived that the son in the trinity was a step below the father. Eventually, after aseveral more centuries of nationwide excommunications and heretic burnings, things died down, to the point today when, generally, the majority of christians tend to get along.

Except, of course, in the South, where things never seem to change at all....

per·cus·sion·ist
Pronunciation: p&r-'k&-sh(&-)nist
Function: noun
a) one skilled in the playing of percussion instruments
b) a guy with a trombone, according to the annoucer of today's Wisconsin-Richmond NCAA Tournament game on CBS.

One of the "perks" to having a full-time job is that you receive money on a regular basis, something that I had rarely been exposed to as a college student. And, because I tend to spend relatively little cash on such trivialities as food, shelter, and clothing, I end up with a good amount of that wonderful word, disposable income. This means I can buy things like the insanely difficult but fun Ninja Gaiden or a new all-in-one printer-scanner-copier without taking out a student loan. I'm on the other side of that transaction now.

Anyway, this is the first time I've owned a scanner, so, as a follow up to an ancient post, here are some pictures from Lucas's Summer Tour of Funtastical Wondertude, specifically the part of the Funtastical Wondertude where we made a detour through Knoxville to pay homage to the Simpsons by "haw-haw"ing at the sunsphere.




As you can see, the Knoxville authorites have posted informative signs in case you're trying to find their premier landmark.



And here I am, not doing a good job of conveying my utter contempt for the mostrosity behind me.



Lisa, who has taken infinitely more modern dance classes than I have, did a better job of emoting. However, her pointing aim leaves something to be desired.


And no, we weren't able to buy any wigs.....