You Poor poor child

I have entitled this article/post what I have, well you'll realize it as soon as you read it... if you read it if course.

What do you think God’s book of people looks like? If it’s one volume, it’s huge; there are a lot of people to write down. Six billion people are alive right now, next second six billion and one, the second after that five billion, nine hundred ninety nine million, nine hundred ninety nine thousand nine hundred ninety nine. I mean, come on, that is a slightly larger amount of people to keep track of then we are used to. All we really care about are myself, myself and oh yah, myself. So, let’s ponder this for a second. According to evolutionists there have been people on the earth for a grand daddy total of one hundred thousand years. Okay first number 100,000 yrs. Check, mortality rate of say fifty percent (.5) and a birth rate of say seventy percent (.7) So population grows. And according to population math modeling it grows exponentially. Where the equation is… (Huzzah Wikipedia and external linking) P(t)=Poe^rt where Po is the Initial Population (of two cuz that’s all you need) and r= growth rate and t=time. For fun lets just say r (which is usually a percentage averaging about 30 percent (.3)) is one. Also for fun lets just say that t is the proverbial 100,000 yrs (you know, the first number. So we have the equation P(100,000)=2*e^1(100,000) OR P= well… infinity… so safe to say there have been a lot of people here people... A LOT. (I forgot that e^x tends to sky rocket once you get past one. Forgive me it’s late and well… I only have four more hours to kill before I technically get to get out of bed) So if we give each person in that really big number (lets say six hundred billion because I like six tonight) a one inch line of room in that really big one volume book of life on a tome like page of 22 inches down printed on both sides we have six hundred billion inches (600,000,000,000) divided by 22 we get 13,636,363,636.4 pages, printed front and back which, if the paper was only 1/32nd of an inch thick we get a book that is 426,136,363.636 inches thick, which is about equal to 6725 miles. Big book. BIG BOOK. Split that into volumes of a ‘manageable’ size of say 2000 pages each and we have 6818181.8 volumes (Hey! Room to expand.) But the problem with this is God doesn’t give us each just an inch of space in the big book of people. Ney ney. The Bible tells us we are His Poems. So, (this could go on for hours if I let it) what kind of poems does God write? Long poems, really long poems. Look at the Psalms, any number of those could go on for pages, however now, we have the added benefit of being able to add columns to our big book of people. Bible scribes did it, why can’t I? It’s all speculation of course. So now each of our pages have three columns in it, and each new poem gets to have a fancy decorative letter too but that is a negligible amount as we’re dealing with not mere feet but miles of printed text. It’s a good thing God is all knowing because this is boggling my mind at the moment. Twenty-two divided by three Oh heck, let’s make it 24 just to make the math simpler (welcome to a physics major’s mind… let’s make the horse equivalent to a sphere to make the math easier) so, each column is now 8 inches wide. Say each poem goes edge to edge in a column for a column and a half, now we’re down to two people a page, four people front and back. So, that’s 150,000,000,000 pages 4,687,500,000 inches thick or 73,982 miles. Again, into manageable tomes and we have 75,000,000 volumes in all. Plus or minus a few hundred. And to think, all these millions of books, all these billions of poems written before God spoke anything into existence. Pretty cool huh?

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SOO, as you may have gathered, it's been a long while since I've posted. a long while. At this moment it is 11:55 in the PM on December the thirty-first of the year of our Lord two thousand and seven. And what of it you may ask? What possessed me to post after such a long sabbatical away from the blog board? The answer? I don't know. There you have it. actually it's my mood, and a foul one it is dear sirs and madams. and for such a silly reason as well. I come into my domicile, the one where all my clothing resides, and I think to myself I would love to ring in the new year playing cribbage with my father (fair enough) I wonder to the basement of said domicile where father is playing a round of computerized texas hold'em and ask him "do you wish to play cribbage with me?" Thinking to myself since he hasn't talked to a human for over two days perhaps it would be best. "No, I don't feel like it, I just started this... Make sure you check that the door is locked and the light is off, you left them both last night." It hurt, I don't know why, perhaps I should expect it. Such a silly thing to be upset about but still a little saddening and something that kind of pulls a person up short. It makes me feel like I live here but I don't exist here. I'm water slipping through their fingers and they don't even know it.

I gather from the noise outside that the new year has begun and the old year has been put to rest. Good night and God bless.

To post or not to post

Shoo... it has been a long time since I've done the old Post dance. I don't know that I even remember the steps. In the time that I've been away I've made new friends, learned that trusting people is okay, found out that I'm okay with me, and understood more and more each day how profound this life is and how much greater the next will be. If God gives us this life (even though it's filled with a bunch of icky and no good) to make only one decision, can you imagine what the next one will be?

I don't have a picture yet, but if you ask I'll show you... I have a new painting on the canvas that is my skin, and it's officially in color, and now that it is, it looks HUGE. AHH well, how cool is it to have a simile of one of God's very own paintings permently etched into your skin.

It's my parents anniversery today (the 25th) and in order to celebrate it I bought them junk food. Oh, and gave them a card expressing my true feelings on them, their marriage, and what I think about their relationship with my brother and I... perfuse thankfulness (you thought I was going to say something awful didn't you)

Any Holler and hootininy. My hand itches something fierce!! It's terrible the itching (the warts are dying, my skin is healing and my entire hand hates me). On that note I believe I've fullfilled my obligation of posting for miss bishop. And I'm going to leave you with this picture, of something that might scare you... the beginning stages of my research *dun dun DUUUUNNNN* or maybe I'll be saving that for later as blogger is refusing to hurt you with this image of a light curve... maybe I can leave you with something lighter... nope not that either. Not important. Peace out guys... God bless.
~Kayla Jo

Stupidity in the Work Place

Hey all! So, wanna know the quickest way to get voluntarily fired? Tell your boss that if you don't get the upcoming weekend off, you're going to quit. Oh and be sure that you've only been at your job for 3-4 months so you're expendable. One of my co-workers tried to pull this stunt and my boss called her bluff. So we're officially one worker short at the Express Mart. So now, once again we get to go through the process of sorting through applications and, hopefully staying away from bar flies this time, find another applicant that is worth it. So far that is 4 people we've been through for this position. I swear I'm not that hard to work with. Neither is Chris or Rose or Swede. We're not evil hags that will try to trick you for your first born. The biggest problem is this, the days that I don't work are church days (Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays) So I can't ask any of my fellow church goers to apply because it's for those days that I don't work at night. Sad isn't it?

You Passed 8th Grade Math

Congratulations, you got 10/10 correct!

Could You Pass 8th Grade Math?

Calc three and 8th grade math... I'm doing well.

You Passed the US Citizenship Test

Congratulations - you got 8 out of 10 correct!

Could You Pass the US Citizenship Test?

I win. I could be a US citizen. Oh wait, I am, and Canadians still know more about the US then I do.

The Process of Decaffination

I'm tired. And I'm poor, so short of sleep I cannot use the nationally excepted way of waking up (IE caffine) cuz I can't afford it. It all started like this: I bounced a check to the church, only my bank payed it and then payed the overdraw fee. "You have no money, so we're going to punish you for having no money, so you'll have less then no money." but that got all fixed and now I'm learning how to not spend money willy nilly, on things that I don't need. Here comes in the massive withdrawel headache and the mild desire to be in bed with PJ's and complete darkness. But the headache is getting better and the odd feeling of floating is going away, so it's safe to say withdrawel is almost over and cravings will soon follow into the dark abyss of forgotten desires. But anyhoot. The next three days will tell me if I can give it up or not. Huzzah for the snippy attitude being gone! Peace Ya'll.