Wouldn't you know it, even the omniscient lord of the cosmos can't spell my name right. There may be an upside to this, though: when St Peter at the gates goes flipping through his big book of naughty deeds, he won't be able to find me, and will just wave me on through to continue my rabble rousing.
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Yesterday Huxley and I were out on the porch checking out the incoming thunderheads. Then we heard thunder. Huxley immediately ran over to the door and pulled it shut.
"We don't want thunder going in the house."
Good idea. Who knows what it would do in there.
Folks are talking about the problem of evil.
Shorter Deepak Chopra: "I don't know how DNA works, so there must be an omnipresent, omnipotent, omniscient God-field who does."
Shellee asks: