Tagging the Scriptures

Kim Siever points out a website that lets readers leave their own comments on any given verse of scripture.

We don't know what kind of traffic this site will get, but suggest some parental supervision if your kids browse through comments in "The Song of Solomon".

Elisabeth, Priesthood, and Women

So Elisabeth adapts a line of discussion from the Great-But-Not-Quite-Spacious blog, and gets 100+ comments over on By Common Dissent, whereas the original thread on T&S garnered somewhere around 40. Sigh, if only every blog post on T&S were as edgy, then we'd never have to hunt around on all those "other blogs".

To answer Elisabeth's question, yes. I know of a woman who holds the priesthood. In fact, she even blogs. Right here in the Bloggernaccle. Well, she used to, anyway.

Until she told the world that she was really Steve Evans. Hmmm, I guess that wasn't the best example after all. Well, in the mean time, don't underestimate the power of prayer.

Thou Shalt be Banished!

All this talk of banning commenters has left one question in my mind:

What magic do the Lords of the Bloggernaccle possess? Enquiring minds want to know.



Personally I have never been threatened with banishment. I guess I'll have to try harder. Either that, or maybe I should actually leave comments on some of these blogs. It's hard for them to banish me if they don't even know I'm there.

Some Naccers throw around the threat of banishment like it's a magic spell that makes your keyboard stop working.

Are you going to banish an IP address? That would be an act of utter brilliance. Let's not forget Kaimi/NedFlanders-Same-IP-Addy-Gate. And you might want to read up on DHCP and NAT while you're at it. Are you going to banish the screenname? Well, let's hope the offending commenter isn't a rocket scientist, or they might just come up with a new one. Oh yeah, if they're really smart, like T&S off-the-charts smart, they might even delete their cookies.

What else. Let's see, how about requiring all new commenters to register with your site, thereby tanking the amount of comments you receive and giving yourself a complimentary, overwhelming administrative headache? Then what, perform background checks on all new, prospective commenters? Security screening each time you enter the Bloggernaccle? Pat downs included?

Banishment? Yawn.



Anyway, while we're on the subject, I hereby ban D. Golden Shizzle from making any comments on my posts. Just try it, you infidel! You will rue the day!

FMH Cure For Happiness

Are you happy? Are you in a semi-decent mood today? Well, if you are - and you feel guilty about that, fmhLisa has a solution for you.

Life sucks - just ask her. If, by some miracle, you manage to suck it up and face life with a little bit of good cheer, you must be faking it - at least you are in the eyes of fmhLisa.

Years ago at a CES Fireside at BYU, President Hinckley related his reaction to a newspaper columnist who had written a piece about all the things that were wrong with the world. President Hinckley remarked that he believed the author spent a lot of time sucking on pickles.

The of the day is "How many pickles did fmhLisa consume prior to posting her declaration that Life Sucks?"

And, Lisa, for the record, we're commanded to be happy.

Trouble In Paradise

Wind Chill Factor 68 degrees, nice ocean breeze, and a cloudless sky. Most of us would be thankful, haul our carcasses out of bed, and head to church.

For Kaimi, however, evidently 9am church service is a cause to mourn.

C'mon, Kaimi. Quitcherbellyachin!

Bloggernaccle Theater Presents: First Annual Bloggernaccle Convention

This meeting is hereby called to order.

Who are you?

I'm Kaimi. Who are you?

Geoff J. How come you get to call the meeting to order? Who elected you king of the naccle?

Kings?! The meeting is barely called to order and already we're dominated by a male patriarchy!

Who the heck is that?

That's fmhLisa. Would anyone else like to introduce themselves?

I'm here, too!

Julie! How was the trip from Austin?

I brought lots of material to stimulate our intellectual journeys into the metaphysical juxtaposition of modern day...

Zzzz....

... (ahem) anyway, I am looking forward to a very enlightening and engaging round of...

Anyone need a website?

Hi, J. Stapley. No. And I don't want that loud, blue island logo on my mostly earth-tone site, either.

(SULTRY VOICE) Hello, boys.

Hubba, hubba!

Grrrrrrrowwwwwllll!

Calm down, everyone. That's Steve Evans pretending to be a girl again.

Aww, Fetch!

Crap, not again.

(gasps) Such language, young man!

Who invited Prudey? Now my entire week has been ruined. Next thing you know there will be trolls at this meeting.

Sorry I'm late.

Eeek! A troll! They follow me everywhere I go.

Hey, I'm not a troll.

You look like one to me.

No, he's got a point. He's an ogre.

I prefer to not label others...

(bangs gavel) Order, order! I will have order in this court.. err, conference. Sorry, brilliant attorneys like myself have a hard time distancing ourselves from the profession we so emphatically embrace.

Now, for our first item of business. It has come to our attention that...

(LIGHTS DUM SUDDENLY, LOUD CRASHING SOUND, SCREAMS ARE HEARD AMONG CONFUSION AND CHAOS)

Ha HA! It is I! The Phaaaantom of the Bloggernaccle.

Phantom?

Phantom?

Phantom?

To Be Continued...

God's Foreknowledge or Lack Thereof?

The Great but not quite Spacious Blog poses this question, along with (at last count) 75 comments debating the possibility that an all powerful, all knowing, all seeing being might be limited in some form or fashion.

Believe in God; believe that he is, and that he created all things, both in heaven and in earth; believe that he has all wisdom, and all power, both in heaven and in earth; believe that man doth not comprehend all the things which the Lord can comprehend. - Book of Mormon, Mosiah 4:9

If we were able to comprehend all the things God does, we wouldn't need to be here, now would we?

FMH: Works Without Faith is ...?

Interesting question. The answer? Well, one possibility, anyway: FMH.

Smackdown begins in 3... 2... 1...

Schmackdown!