Cosmic Bubbles

It wouldn’t go away until I figured it out and when i figured it out I knew why it wouldn’t go away…it waited until i found it.  It…being whatever it is that tells me it’s there. I knew it was there yesterday, I just kept pushing it off. I started to write about it but wasn’t ready to go the next step. Then, I just did it, and figured it was already out there, already done, I was just here to report on it. This is it. “That’s it, yes, that’s it,” I hear on the TV (Chuck is on 8:56 PM)

I have not been blogging long on wordpress, and though I try to follow a few other blogs, wasn’t really understanding the RSS and that I had a file to make it easier to read what I had not and mark read what I had. Sometimes I park my brain and go about. So I finally got around to catching up on a couple of those sites on the faith tag feed. I ran across one with an interesting title, Beware the rearview mirror. I had not read this particular blog before so found it interesting, I liked the way it was written and this particular entry connected something.  My brain switched on immediately and I realized the rearview mirror was something I had glanced at earlier in the day and didn’t think much about it, until I saw this blog. The guy’s right. The cartoon is on the money for what he wrote, too. So pardon me, for looking back just a moment…because it is Strange Brew: (illustration no longer available online, it was an illustration of a guy with a rear-view mirror attached to the front of his shirt)

Miserable cough, I can’t function much today. Sore throat, cough, you know. Everyone seems to be able to nap but me. Yes, I anagrammed finally, but it is in a collage. I added the other half of the doll in the comics (noting that with a dotted line) and it all pulled together for me. The text for the anagram is from Off the Mark, “Darn it, my thought balloons keep setting off the smoke alarm.” Hmmm, how far off from thetruth is that? The anagrams are:

1.) That angel’s my proof humbler, I took the task felt in God’s name.”

2.) Let them ask if God’s angel took that sinner, humble at my proof.

3.) Not get a lot of math per Lord, might take half monkey business.”

Monkey business, huh? Earlier today I put some pictures on the sidebar…one of them is from the game Barrel of Monkeys.  Sometimes God has a little monkey business, at least in my case. We have a lot of fun, He and I. I don’t know many people who have the same kind of relationship. Though God is serious business, He likes to have fun, and I don’t know of anyone who believes He has no sense of humor. Look at us! So I put the little Barrel of Monkeys picture on to remind me.  When I put that picture on I had not yet worked the anagrams out. Things just happen that way around here, just like a barrel of monkeys. Actually I used to play that game. Milton Bradley sure did make a lot of cool games…I gave you the Hasbro link here for a few memories.

There is another picture at the top of the page, which is the three rabbits mark. If you notice, each rabbit has two ears, one of which is an ear belonging to another rabbit. The three hares story goes waaaaaaayback…here’s an ABC online news article and the bottomline quote, “If we can open a window on something that in the past had relevance and meaning to people separated by thousands of miles and hundreds of years, it could benefit our present day understanding of the things we share with different cultures and religions”.

I am glad I live in a place where I can learn about and share in the similarities and differences of others. All places on earth are not as free, but I can always hope that others will find the same freedoms available to them.

Kinda’ ramblin’, aren’t I? I don’t really have much focus today. The sun has been out and I am sure it’s warmer than yesterday, but I just can’t seem to cheer up much. I tried to spruce things up on the blog a little, but I am tellin’ ya, when I open the blog now that header really pops out at me. I needed that, I guess.

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Hearing the news yesterday that another college campus killer let loose on a room full of innocents, I was saddened for all those involved—parents, family, friends, the community…our society. There is no clear cut warning that someone will go off, and no real way to protect those who might become victims of a madman. It is news hard to hear, being the mother of three college-aged children, I know that their young adulthood did not change how much I worry about them. News like that doesn’t help.

There are times when I wonder how any of the horrible things that happen can be part of a bigger plan. Many are not prepared for such devastating events, and many never fully recover from them. Even though I hear terrible news in the world, I still anagram with comics (though not feeling anything at the moment) because it is part of my daily routine. I remember when I heard about the Virginia Tech massacre.  I kept trying not to think about it, but it kept coming back to me. I looked up a couple of the entries I made then:

(Tuesday, April 17, 2007)

On Friday my horoscope was, “There is only one way to know for sure if you have accurate accounts or full understanding. Put recent theories, information or data to the test.” On Monday, I missed something because the text I was drawn to should have been more to me than something to anagram, so I went back to see what I missed. The text I anagrammed was from the comic strip, For Better or Worse, and what it meant was apparent (“I think ‘what if’ is going to turn into ‘what is’”.)

The anagram from the text (Dear Mark, It was great to see you at reunions, since then, Ginny and I moved to Costa Rica) revealed the horrible news of the day, which I did not see until the 6:30 news came on last night. There had been a shooting spree at Virginia Tech, the man killed over 30 students and injured more than 20, then killed himself, in the Norris Hall building. My anagram reads: “Our coyote saw man go in Norris at Virginia Tech, I see many students, one attacker, dead.”

When I used the entire text, “Dear Mark, It was great to see you at reunions, since then, Ginny and I moved to Costa Rica. Wild huh?” I got this anagram: “Students at Norris, Virginia Tech, shot, we could see Hui attack, region aware many die on Monday.” The man who shot the students was named Hui, whose name anagrammed spells out Hui chose gun.

  (Wednesday, April 18, 2007)

“I recalled writing earlier this month, “I noticed something about the (B.C. comics) strip yesterday, but never got around to writing it. That happens sometimes, that I get to writing about one thing and the other happens without mention. The number 33 is an indicator to me; and it was the age at which Jesus died…and generally connotes death or some other event in some manner. The number was in the comic strip three times…”

Some connections are difficult; 33 people died at Virginia Tech on Monday.

I noticed the front page today, the words under a photo actually…the words were in something I re-anagrammed today, just to see if they showed up. The text from Doonesbury, “Dear Mark, It was great to see you at reunions, since then, Ginny and I moved to Costa Rica. Wild huh?” anagrammed to “Was rough case, I stay to very last amen, Matt wrote Hui denounced rich kids and religion in a note.” There was a photo of Hui above a story (by Matt Apuzzo) about Hui’s writings, and it said, “Cho Seung Hui, 23, left a note denouncing rich kids and religion.” Another story mentioned he had a problem with women, thus the anagram also read,”I utter a time whose age vacant, a story today: Hui’s rant denounces rich kids, women and religion.”

Horrible things happen in this world and sometimes there is nothing that can help us to understand, yet when I saw what was in the anagrams, I knew there was more to what I had written than just words. The universe already knows the bad news. How disappointed it must be in our world. I realize some things will happen no matter what we do to try to change them, no matter how much we try to help someone, no matter how much we pray, or deal, or cry. An instant is just that fast. There is little in it that can comfort us. There are many who feel God does comfort them, but in times like the VT incident (and the recent Illinois shootings) I am sure people question where God is in all this. Many get angry when you mention it. I cannot imagine being in their shoes and I cannot answer for anyone else. I can only pray their family, friends, and other support system is there for them, and somehow they can still hold on to the best of those they lost. My heart goes out to them.

(this post was previous named campus killers)