no more myf story

I have a little trouble with that suspension of belief thing in movies.  I can get along with science fiction since that premise is right there at the beginning, and sometimes there is some strange event that you accept because it is the reason for the story.  But if there are too many coincidences or if the people act in a way that I don't think people act in the real world, then I don't like the movie.  What I particularly don't like is when there is an obvious good guy and an obvious bad guy, especially when the good guy is all good, and the bad guy is all bad, and especially then because you know exactly what is going to happen.  It is going to end with the good guy punching out the bad guy in the abandoned warehouse.

It's not the mention of God that incurs my disbelief.  I believe that there was a guy named Jesus and that he was crucified and certainly God is all over that story.  And I believe that because there is some historical proof to back it up.  I don't believe any of the Greek myths, and it seems like everybody has some kind of creation myth and I don't believe any of them.  I am a very skeptical person.  That thing where people already believe something and then just pick facts and theories to back up what they believe and toss out everything that would contradict it, I dismiss it out of hand.  Haven't used that phrase in awhile.  Feels good.

You are aware that almost everybody mumbles the pledge of allegiance with no thought of its meaning.  I don't think it's a sad commentary on the modern world, I think it was ever thus.  I certainly didn't pay any attention to it, except to remember to splice in that 'under god,' in the right place, back in the fifties.  The problem with all those pledges and oaths and creeds is that they are mandatory, you have to say them.  I suppose you could refuse to say the pledge, but any grade schooler knows they would get in trouble for that.  I imagine young Beagles might have said something if he had trouble with it.  I am surprised that he did not refuse on the grounds that it was written by a socialist but maybe he didn't know it at the time.

What I do when I have trouble with spelling a word is I google it, and you know by the time you have three or four letters into the little box, google is giving you suggestions and sometimes you can tell from that what the correct spelling is.  For something like suffrage I would type in 'right to vote,' and see what the google tells me. 

I type my posts into a blank email, that way I am using my own spellchecker who I have already told what words I consider correct.  Then I copy and paste it into the blogger box.

I'm not trying to make a point with the MYF story.  I just like to tell stories.  I look at a painting and I see a story in it.  I see a couple walking down the street and stepping into the frozen yogurt shop and I want to tell a story about them.  That whole thing about the Rev Al blowing the door off and you leaving for Alaska (even though I know the two are not related) a couple days later just seemed like such a good story that I wanted to write it just to see where it went. 

I guess it's sarcastic because I am sarcastic, it's just something I gravitate towards.  Sometimes I thought that I might have had a career in advertising except that I would never be able to resist sarcasm.  I didn't mean the story to be sarcastic about you, just sarcastic in general, but if you don't like it I'll stop doing it.

I've always wondered about the MYF.  I guess it was ostensibly for young people to learn more about god, but it seems like the main reason young people went to it was to rub shoulders with the opposite sex, which was probably something the church elders would like so that the kids didn't end up running off with Jews or Catholics or Hare Krishnas.  I'm sure that there were all kinds of kids in it, kids who were there mostly for Jesus and kids who were there mostly to meet the opposite sex, and all degrees in between.  It seems like it would be a good background for the story.