I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!!

The play is TOMORROW!!!!!!!

In case you didn't know, my sister is directing a play, The Scarlet Pimpernel. If you don't know the story, here is a little over view. The story takes place during the French revolution. It is about the original Special Forces, a band of Englishmen that have formed a secret league with the sole purpose of rescuing French aristocrats, who were condemned to death, from their fate at the guillotine. The leader of their group is careful to hide his identity and is known only to his closest followers. To the rest of the world, he is know as "The Scarlet Pimpernel." He is as resourceful as he is cunning and leaves the keenest of French spies baffled by his identity and tactics. That is, until the French government enlists a man who is equal to enigma in skill and deduction and is as evil as the Englishman is good. He uses kidnapping and blackmail, along with other dastardly deeds, to lay the perfect trap to catch the hero, leaving one person, a girl stuck in the middle of it all, as the only way of escape. It ends with and epic battle of wits, landing the Scarlet Pimpernel in the lap of his greatest enemy. The question is this; is he cleaver enough to out wit the fox to save his life, along with the life of loved ones and those depending on him with their own?

Come to our production tomorrow at 10:00 am or 7:00 pm or Saturday, Nov 23 at 3:00 pm to find out!

  

"The Gods of the Copy Book Headings" by Rudyard Kipling

I thought this poem would be appropreat with the elections comming tomorrow. It seems like Kipling was talking about today, 100 years ago!

As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race,
I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market Place.
Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.

We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn
That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn:
But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind,
So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of Mankind.

We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace,
Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market Place,
But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come
That a tribe had been wiped off its ice field, or the lights had gone out in Rome.

With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch,
They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch;
They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings;
So we worshipped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful things.

When the Cambrian measures were forming, they promised perpetual peace.
They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease.
But when we disarmed they sold us and delivered us bound to our foe,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "Stick to the Devil you know."

On the first Feminine Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life
(Which started by loving our neighbor and ended by loving his wife)
Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "The Wages of Sin is Death."

In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all,
by robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul;
but, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy,
and the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "If you don't work you die."

Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew
And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true
That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more.

As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man
there are only four things certain since Social Progress began.
That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire,
And the burnt Fool's bandaged finger goes wobbling back to the Fire;

And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins
When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins,
As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn,
The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!

I got tagged

Ok, so my buddy Matthew tagged me, so now I have to answer these questions.

Here are the rules:

1. I must post eleven facts about myself.

2. I must answer the eleven questions the awarder has given me , and create eleven questions for my awardees to answer .

3. Tag eleven fellow bloggers.

4. Notify them that I have awarded them .

So here are some random facts:

1. I do ads for our local Christian Radio station

2. I love to play the piano and compose music, but I can hardly read music.

3. I am planning on shooting a deer with my bow on Saturday.

4. I love to repair bikes.

5. I love to ride my bike.

6. I am doing a 50 mi. bike race next week.

7. I really like country music.

8. I like to make cool things out of junk.

9. I love Geometry.

10. I understand and enjoy learning about nuclear reactions and radioactivity

11. I love Boy Scouts.

Now here are my questions:

1. What is your favorite Bible verse?

Probably Deut. 6:31

2. Who are a few of your favorite authors?  

Rudyard Kipling, George Washington, oh and F.W. Dixon.

3. What am you reading right now?

 Um, nothing! I don't really like to read.

4. Did you do school throughout the summer?

Not really. It depends on what you mean by school. If scouts is included, yes I did do school. everyday.

5. Do you like dogs or cats better?
DOGS!!!!!

6. Would you rather have friends over or spend a quiet night at home?
Probably have friends over, because we always have quiet nights at home.

7.What do you like to do in your free time?

Play the piano, work on my bike, go biking, shoot my bow, go for a walk in the woods.

8.Chocolate or Vanilla?

Both!

9. Who are some of your favorite speakers to listen to?
Doug Phillips, Bill Potter, R. C. Sproul, Phillip DeCourcy, John MacAurther.

10. Do you enjoy *GASP* SOCIALIZING WITH PEOPLE???
YOU, BET!!!!!!!!

11. Do you like to drink coffee black or with "Stuff"?
I Don't drink or like coffee!

Now I have to make up 11 questions:
1. What is the name of you Blog?
2. How many followers do you have?
3. Sky Diving of Bungi Jumping?
4. What is you dream job?
5. Mac or PC?
6. Colt, Glock or Sig Sauer?
7. Do you know how to do CPR?
8. Police Officer, Fire Fighter or EMT?
9. Sports Car or Pick Up Truck?
10. Do you like to bike?
11. Welsh Corgi or Bassett Hound?

Alright... I tag:
Noah and David

You two don't have to do it, and anyone else who wants to do it is welcome :)

"Casey At the Bat" by Ernest Thayre

This is one of the poems I am memorizeing right now.

Enjoy!

The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville Nine that day;

The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play,

And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same,

A sickly silence fell upon the patrons of the game.

A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest

Clung to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast;

They thought, if only Casey could get but a whack at that -

They'd put up even money, now, with Casey at the bat.

But Flynn preceded Casey, as did also Jimmy Blake,

And the former was a pudding and the latter was a fake;

So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat,

For there seemed but little chance of Casey's getting to the bat.

But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all,

And Blake, the much despised, tore the cover off the ball;

And when the dust had lifted, and they saw what had occurred,

There was Jimmy safe at second and Flynn a-hugging third.

Then from 5,000 throats and more there rose a lusty yell;

It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;

It knocked upon the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,

For Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat.

There was ease in Casey's manner as he stepped into his place;

There was pride in Casey's bearing and a smile on Casey's face.

And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,

No stranger in the crowd could doubt 'twas Casey at the bat.

Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt;

Five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on his shirt.

Then while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip,

Defiance gleamed in Casey's eye, a sneer curled Casey's lip.

And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air,

And Casey stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.

Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped-

"That ain't my style," said Casey. "Strike one," the umpire said.

From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar,

Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore.

"Kill him! Kill the umpire!" shouted someone on the stand;

And it's likely they'd a-killed him had not Casey raised his hand.

 

With a smile of Christian charity great Casey's visage shone;

He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on;

He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the spheroid flew;

But Casey still ignored it, and the umpire said, "Strike two."

"Fraud!" cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered fraud;

But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was awed.

They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain,

And they knew that Casey wouldn't let that ball go by again.

The sneer is gone from Casey's lip, his teeth are clenched in hate;

He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate.

And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,

And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey's blow.

Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;

The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,

And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;

But there is no joy in Mudville — mighty Casey has struck out.

4 Books

Here are four books that I really like

1. The Bible
2. The Boy Scout Handbook
3. "Journey to Freedom" This book was really good, and I liked it a lot. 
4. The Hardy Boys. The best detective series out there.(I think)