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I noticed that people are coming to my site from doing searches on “perverted names.” Strange thing is I come in first in Google results. People are probably disappointed that I’m merely referring to the names of some spam senders that come into my Yahoo inbox. Ok, recently I found more of these convoluted names:

Gaeddert Dunphy
Shane Arunachalam
Altew Haveman
Litteer Cottle

Eh? It seems now that these spammers are taking the most uncommon surnames, throwing them into a database and spitting them out as first name/last name pairs to be used as senders’ names. Whatever…

It’s almost a routine each time we have a baby. The missus calls me saying she’s having mild contractions. Once I get home we mosey on down to the hospital. The nurse observes the wife, she determines it’s not time yet, then we’re sent home. Today wasn’t any different. What makes me particularly thankful this was another false alarm is that we had avoided landing the baby’s birthday on this day, April Fool’s Day.

An old friend of mine whose birthday is today used to declare, “I ain’t no joke!” (from the Erik B. & Rakim hip-hop classic)

BillyGraham.org has an article on the different kinds of fools. How’s that for dampening your merry spirits? It shouldn’t though. Being a fool for Christ is truly something else. Knowing Christ produces true joy, hope and peace, even in the midst of suffering.

1 Cor. 1:18 For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God.

It was drizzling as I was doing my usual one-man Critical Mass trek to work this morning. Thanks to my new bright yellow poncho, I kept myself and my backpack dry. I had to wipe down my bike, however, before bringing it in the office.

Obtaining the poncho in preparation for the rainy season was a smart thing for me to do. I’ve done a few inane things, however, when it comes to biking. A couple of weeks ago, I attempted to use my cell phone while on my bike. As soon as I hit a bump, the phone flew out of my hand and landed on the hard asphalt, rendering it useless for a couple of hours. Then last week, I rode my bike at night without the proper light beam attachment. Halfway to my destination, I incurred a flat tire. Upon close examination, thorns had pierced the back tire in two places. I’m giving up biking at night altogether, with or without proper beams.