Ernie doesn't convince me. But Bert was born to it.
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Jesus is the Word of God
Ernie doesn't convince me. But Bert was born to it.
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ht Timothy
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Doug Wilson's reminded me of my love for Bobby McFerrin. The man is just awesome. I even do the chest-slapping human drum thing too. People tell me it looks lame and sounds nothing like Bobby. I tell them 'Envy rots the bones' (Prov 14:30).
Anyway, here's three videos demonstrating the brilliance of McFerrin and the wonder of congregational singing. Pity the middle one is idolatry!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RHcEFk1i3b4&feature=related
Grinning?
Thought so.
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Mesmerising. Like a car crash.
You'll have probably seen enough after about 4 minutes.
From here, via The Old Adam.
Even in the psychadelic imaginings of HR Puffenstuff, never did they conceive of something as bizzare as this.
I can't even think of the correct interrogative to attach to those puppets.
Who?
What?
Why?
How?
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Here's a literal take on Take On Me. But I bet you'll smile more because of the original.
You've probably seen this before? Even so, it's great fun...
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Enjoyed reading this far too much.
Every night, [Simon Cowell, creator of The X-Factor / American Idol] paces the empty corridors of his monochrome mansion, worrying whether he has calibrated correctly the mix of trainwrecks/ugly nightingales/Iraq-based backstories, or whether something – somewhere – is askew. Will one mistimed child teardrop in episode three be the Toto that pulls back the curtain, finally revealing that the great karaoke wizard is in fact nothing but a diminutive man working the levers of public taste with a mixture of enthusiastic opportunism and gnawing inner despair at how easy it is?
After carefully selecting my perfect summer pick of Starbucks beverage, I was mortified to hear the Barista call out my order in full hearing of the cafe:

Hazelnut Frappuccino with extra whipped cream.
I almost didn't claim it.
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