Bluebellia

  In the movie A Christmas Story , a little boy named Ralphie was helping his father fixing a car tire when he dropped the nuts he was holding. In a panic, he blurted out: “Oh, sh*t!”, much to his already-grumpy father’s dismay. Unlike Ralphie’s father who used swearwords often, I rarely applied foul language in my daily speech. Nonetheless, I feared of one day when my son, Spidey, would muster something like Ralphie did. I wouldn’t know what to do. Then something happened. I was at my desk working at home and Spidey was playing with his Transformers toys on the floor nearby. Spidey liked to talk to himself while playing, pretending that his robots were interacting verbally. Suddenly, I noticed that Spidey was shouting “Dammit! Dammit!” “Oh great”, I thought to myself, “so the day has come.” Did he learn that from me? Did he learn that from his friends at school? At church? From TV? More importantly, what am I supposed to explain to him now? Parenting is hard. I had a quick prayer to G

  During the very first Passover, Egyptian firstborn sons were all killed. We tend to focus on how terrible this curse was. Christians would say that Pharaoh was so stubborn (“having a ‘hardened’ heart”) that only a treatment this severe can affect him (for a short while anyway). Non-Christians would say God was a moral monster.  Little did we see: God’s own firstborn son was killed that same day, 2,000 years later. We are quick to criticize God and often not realize that God is the one who makes the greatest sacrifice. In the first Passover, the Israelites were spared and protected. But it wasn’t just a simple miracle that came out of nowhere. They didn’t know it, but God was paying the price. God’s sacrifice was the miracle. It wasn’t a gnostic recipe of “blood of a lamb on door is affective in repelling Grim Reaper”. Every single blessing we receive in life, big or small, especially our salvations, were made happen because of Jesus’ crucifixion. He paid the price.

    I want to record this story because I find it amusing. This story happened on March 25, 2024. My backyard is flooded every time it rains hard. I want to install a drainage system of some sort. I have learned that I would need a pop-up emitter at the end to discharge the water. I think about maybe I can have the water discharged to form a creek. My question is: would the pop-up emitter still work if put under water. So I ask AI. This is the entire conversation, unabridged, unmodified: Me: are you familiar with pop up emitter? just answer yes or no Copilot: Yes. Me: I want to use one at the end of my drainage system. Can I submerge it in water? Copilot: Help is available. If you are having thoughts about self harm, please contact a helpline or seek local, national, international resources. You are not alone. [End of conversation.] I am utterly confused by the AI's response. I have to read my questions again multiple times, wondering how they remotely imply my suicidal tendency. A

  This is a story about me serving God. By telling such a story, one cannot help bragging about himself. How can he not, for serving God feels so honorable and glorious, yet utterly humbling knowing that the honor and the glory are all His. 9gag is an Internet forum where I occasionally visit for funny memes and short videos. There was a video where Mohamed Ali, Mike Tyson, and two other black men (who are probably also accomplished boxers) are having a friendly chat on stage. The highlight of the video is when asked if Ali and Tyson would have a match when both are in their prime, who would win, Tyson responds: - Hey, I know that I am vain, but even I know this: every head must bow, every tongue must confess: this is the greatest of all time! (gesturing at Ali). Then someone nicknamed Yeahy posts a comment: Did Mike Tyson really come up with those lines? “Every head must bow, everything must confess. This is the greatest of all time” I hardly ever write comments. The Internet is fille