I am a superstitious man. It’s true.
This blog is supposed to end this weekend. Sunday marks the one year anniversary of when we started counting traffic to our site. Over 80,000 hits, in one year…that’s impressive.
The problem is that I’m enjoying the blog again. We’ve got new readers…new comments…new people telling us we’re bitter. How can I give this up now??? Well, I’ll tell you.
Last night when I went to drive home from work, my car wouldn’t start. Ok, all you closet CBC readers, have your laugh. Go running out of the Generation Ministry offices and give each other high fives. The Pope’s car won’t start…isn’t God good (all the time).
I called Justin; told him my car wouldn’t start and that I was ending the blog. He agreed.
Fortunately, it was just a dead battery; I got a jump and went home. On the way home I had to question my rash decision to end the blog, after all, it was just a dead battery. Nothing serious.
Regardless, I’ve decided… when it’s time, it’s time. I am done participating in this blog. You don’t believe me? Well…
I’m not going to explain this blog again. I’m not going to say why I blog. I’m not going to try to defend what this blog has done. All I am going to say is….
82,800 hits…and counting
1 article written in the Pulitzer Prize winning Willamette Week
1 threatened lawsuit
1 million laughs…and counting
I can’t think of any better way to end this then by posting the #1 blog of the year…it’s actually 2 blogs…both of them Christmas songs…both of them hilarious… both of them written by Jesse and Joel Morton. Congratulations boys…Merry Frankmas.
Catalyst got run over by a Lasit
Catalyst got run over by a Lasit
Walking home from blogging Christmas eve.
You can say there’s no such thing as Dougie,
But as for Joel and Jesse, we believe.
He’d been drinkin’ way too much egg nog,
And we’d begged him not to go.
But he’d left his medication,
So he stumbled out the door into the snow.
When they found him Christmas mornin’,
At the scene of the attack.
There were hoof prints on his forehead,
And incriminatin’ dollar marks on his back.
Catalyst got run over by a Lasit,
Walkin’ home from blogging Christmas eve.
You can say there’s no such thing as Dougie,
But as for Joel and Jesse, we believe.
DOUGIE THE BROWN NOSED PASTOR
(Sung to the tune of Rudolph the Rednose Reindeer.)
You know Scheidler and Mishler and Estes and Louman,
Jaimeson and Rachinski and Joneses and Nashif,
But do you recall, The most famous pastor of all?
Dougie, the brown-nosed pastor
Had a very dirty nose.
And if you ever saw itYou would even say it shows.
All of the other pastors
Used to laugh and call him names
They never let poor Dougie
join in any pastor games.
Then one foggy Faith Harvest
Damazio came to say,
"Dougie with your nose so brown,
Won’t you guide my lexus home"?
Then how the pastors loved him
And they shouted out with glee,
"Dougie the brown-nosed pastor,
You’ll go down in history"!