For my original Oxenfree review, click here.
For my original Oxenfree review, click here.
With none of our usual shows to watch–hey, it was only Monday–, Tabitha and I sat down and watched The Crown. We are on Season 3 Episode 3: “Aberfan”. Should make for night of light television viewing, no?
The methodical way this episode began should have been our first clue. The shots of school children going about their day in school; the lingering shots of a little girl practicing for her school assembly, her dad coming home from work only to lovingly listen to her.
As an American… as a History-Political Science degree holder… I had no idea.
In the end, 116 children, 5 teachers, and 23 locals died.
Got me thinking about how our American Presidents respond to disaster. Roosevelt with his speech after Pearl Harbor; Bush traveling to the 9/11 site and making a speech as well. Moments where we put down our differences and unite as a country. Our President’s words speaking as if for all of us.
Aberfan wasn’t one of those moments. It took the Queen eight days to visit the disaster site. Reportedly, this is one of the Queens biggest regrets.
But “Aberfan” made for some solid performances on The Crown. I especially enjoyed the gentleman who plays Prince Phillip, and his response to the aftermath.
Thankful that “Aberfan” also helped me understand a moment in history.
There is a lie that is whispered to me that goes something like this:
“If you leave, no one will notice you left.”
That lie becomes a nagging thought, played on repeat, at different volumes throughout the day.
Even just now, that lie was whispered to me in a different form:
“If you quit blogging, no one will care.”
Writing that, I almost believe it.
“No one will care.”
Thankfully, I’m stronger than the lies today. Able to push back against the whispers of deceit.
The best lies are laced with truth.
For the days where I am weaker… I need to remember that someone does care.
Wyatt and I made our first Youtube video, with sound! Enjoy watching us play Gang Beasts and like our video while you are at it. Comment on your favorite multiplayer game below. You know you want to.
Player One – Bryan
Player Two – Wyatt
Memory is a tricky thing.
South of the Circle begins with a plane crash. But the plane crash isn’t what the story is about… or is it?
As the plane flies into nuclear dawn and credits roll, I find myself thinking, “Why?” South of the Circle’s ending shouldn’t have come as much of a surprise. The decision had already been made. I think I blame the faulty memory of the protagonist. Wishing for what might have been… could have been… and in the end, nothing. Blah.
It’s your turn.
You place one guy, at a time, on a territory of your pick.
Eventually, you place another guy on a different territory. And another, and another, and another until all your men have been placed.
The dice of power, domination, and rule enter your hands. Which territory to attack first?
Passing the dice of defense to a fellow player, you begin your turn. Who will win?
Buried beneath 12 inches of snow, Tabitha, Wyatt, and I decided to play a game of Risk.
Tabitha placed most of her pieces in North America. I didn’t think much of it as I had Australia and the tips of South America and South Africa. My reasoning was that I could battle my way north to victory while still maintaining a base of operations (Australia).
Well… my strategy was a bust! Tabitha fought against Wyatt and I like a whirlwind. Before I knew it, Wyatt was gone from the game (haha!). Within the few fell swoops, Tabitha did me in and won. SHE WON!
I didn’t see Tabitha coming. I was clearly the superior Risk player here. Heck, I’ve played a 24 hour game of Risk before. I was going to win… until I didn’t.
What’s your favorite snow day, rainy day, death from above day game to play?
The Lenten season is about the sin that was the reason for the suffering and sacrifice of the Savior. It is about taking the time to reflect on why we all needed such a radical move of redemption, to confess the hold that sin still has on us, and to focus on opening our hands, in confession and submission, and letting go of sin once again. But as we do this, it is important to remember that the knowledge of sin is not a dark and nasty thing but a huge and wonderful blessing. If you are aware of your sin, you are aware of it only because you have been visited by amazing grace. Don’t resist that awareness. Silence your inner lawyer and all the self-defending arguments for your righteousness. Quit relieving your guilt by pointing a finger of blame at someone else. And stop telling yourself in the middle of a sermon that you know someone who really needs to hear it.
Classic Disney cartoons ill prepared me for snow in East Texas.
Scenes filled with Mickey and Minnie skating across the ice? Nope.
Scenes filled with Huey, Dewey, and Louie battling against Donald Duck in an epic snowball fight? Nope. Our snow is sandwiched between two layers of ice. Sandwiched! Even if you can get through the first layer, the snow underneath is powder. Not an ideal snowball building material… at least not here.
Luckily our power has still worked, our heater is running, and my wife did grocery pickup before the storm hit. East Texas, for the most part, has had it pretty easy. I think there is something about the constant thunderstorms (re: death from above), in the spring/summer, that keep our powerlines in working order. The storms are good for something, I guess.
So how about you? What is the weather like in your neck of the woods?
“Do you want to play again?”
Wyatt looked at me. He had us playing Butter Royale on Apple Arcade. To say that I was done with it after 3 games was an understatement.
“No, I’m good. Do you want to play Among Us?”
I hadn’t played Among Us before. I had no clue how the controls worked; I had no clue what you did in the game besides make guesses as to who the imposter is.
The game starts you off in the lobby where you wait for other players to join your game. Wyatt and I created a password protected game first, joined the game together, and then opened it up to the public. While we waited, I used the computer to change my color and add some accessories. Perfect. Once we had enough players (the minimum is four), we were good to go.
From there, we ran around and accomplished different tasks (as you can see in the top left of the screen above). While we were accomplishing tasks, the imposter lurked nearby. Before I knew it, I was dragged into a meeting where we could chat and decide who was the imposter. Wyatt and I decided it was a specific player, so we voted for him. Among Us then cuts to an airlock screen where the player who received the most “he’s the imposter votes” is sent floating in space. The person we all voted for, the person we thought was the imposter, wasn’t.
Our game went through this cycle a few more times. Each time we voted wrong, a fellow player was sent out the airlock. Eventually, the imposter won, and we lost.
Wyatt and I played 5 or 6 games together. Each on our own screen (we both have iPads). Completing tasks, making accusations, and generally having a good time.
I miss this.
Playing games, together, is a lot of fun.
It almost makes me miss Fortnite. Almost.
Welcome to the Surf Report for January 14, 2021
My Bible reading plan for 2020 has carried over into 2021. I’ve got to finish up:
I’ve been sitting here scrolling through Facebook. Mindlessly, I scroll past former friends and acquaintances. Some have tried to monetize their lives, perhaps even create some sort of lifestyle brand; Some have tried their hands at homebuilding, while documenting how many kids they have on the side. Through the countless pictures, videos, and inspirational images of scripture, I have to wonder, does anybody care?
We put so much time into social media but what does it really give us?
More importantly, could I start a lifestyle brand? 🙂
I spent part of my Christmas break playing Ustwo Games Alba: A Wildlife Adventure on my iPad. I love it! I loved:
So, what about you?
How did your Bible reading plan go for 2020? Did it bleed over, like mine, into 2021?
Play anything good lately? Read a fantastic book?
Let me know in the comments below.
“But with this change has also come a loss of male friendship—something which men everywhere will readily admit. Keeping close male friendships just seems hard. It is. Intimacy makes a bond, but we no longer have access to male intimacy because it seems sexual. We avoid it. We do not have strong bonds.”
Based on these truths, when parents approach a fantasy novel, our critical thinking should always precede our impulse to censor the story. Start by analyzing the story’s magic system to determine the source of power. Ask: Do the magicians seek to elevate themselves? Or do they wield their power in sacrifice and service to others? More importantly, does the story cause you, the reader, to desire to elevate yourself over others or even over God, the source of all real power?
In the midst of the storming of the Capitol yesterday, Twitter pulled the plug on President Trump. Initially restricting anyone from replying, liking, or sharing his tweet (and later pulling it all together), Twitter had enough. Apparently there is a magical end to the freedom of the Internet, and President Trump reached it.
President Trump, who is no school boy, knew what he was doing. I would call his response to the attacks calculated.
“We had an election that was stolen from us,” Trump said. “It was a landslide election and everyone knows it, especially the other side. But you have to go home now.”
One does not pour gasoline on a fire unless you want to see things explode.
But I digress, what will be talked about in the months to come, will be freedom of speech.
The moment Twitter did not like what President Trump had to say, they pulled the plug. Up until this point, they had let him exist. Call the election stolen, sure, stay on our platform. The moment though you do not do as we say (in this case, denounce the protestors), you can show yourself the door.
Now, Twitter is a private company, they can do as they please on their platform. But what do Twitter’s actions say about freedom of speech?
Sound off in the comments below.
You are probably now discovering what everyone else is discovering, the problems of 2020 have carried over into 2021. We are still dealing with COVID, masking up, and all of the little things that a pandemic brings. Here in East Texas, life has continued as pandemic normal. Which is to say that I’m still wearing a mask when going into businesses (thankfully though, not at work) and that I’m still beyond bothered by decisions this pandemic “forces” us to make.
In the midst of it all, be it 2020 or 2021, God is still in control. Beyond my annoyances (which are annoyances), He is still reigning.
In 2021, I hope that you’ll make the journey with my family and I. A journey were we can:
8 The Lord is the one who will go before you. He will be with you; he will not leave you or abandon you. Do not be afraid or discouraged. – Deuteronomy 31:8 (CSB)
In the absence of Nate, Elena, and Sully, where does the Uncharted series head off to next?
Building upon the lessons learned while making The Last of Us and Uncharted 4: A Thief’s End, developer Naughty Dog unleashes a new kind of adventure in Uncharted: The Lost Legacy.
I’m only an hour or two into the game. Enjoying my time with Chloe and Nadine so far.
Seacrest was a sleepy seaside community located next to Flint Air Force Base (AFB). Locals often joked as to why such a big name was given to an airstrip, a few buildings, and two jets. Rumor around Evansdale was that Flint AFB was the place the military sent those they wanted to forget about.
The Morris family had received orders to move from Youngstown to Seacrest just two days after Hawk’s Dad had returned from the Middle East. This had been a surprise to Hawk’s parents, who had always lived in or around the town they had both grown up in. Stability and success had always followed the Commander throughout his military career. The Middle Eastern campaign had brought various medals, promotions, and a hidden secret into the Commander’s life.
Hawk pressed his face against the car window as the family turned off the highway into Seacrest.
“We’re almost there?” Hawk asked as he yawned in the backseat. His Mom had driven through the night; his Dad had had to report to the base earlier in the week and was going to meet them at the new house.
“Yep, I think we are almost there.”
The main strip through town contained a grocery store, movie theater, and a bowling alley called The Purple Tango. On this Monday morning, the downtown area was virtually empty.
Turning off the main street and onto Starlight Ridge Drive, Hawk noticed bicycles laying in front yards, basketball hoops in driveways, and all other sorts of signs that there were other kids in this neighborhood.
“Which house is it Mom?”
“Umm, your dad said it was 2104, the house is painted white with a blue trim. See it yet?”
“Yeah!” Hawk could see his dad out in the front yard carrying boxes into the house. The house itself was a rather imposing Victorian style home with towers and intricate woodwork. Compared to the other houses on the street, the house stood out due to sitting on a slight hill above all the other homes. A perfect vantage point, Hawk thought.
Pulling into the driveway, he jumped out of the car.
The Commander came out of the house and stared at his son in disbelief. “You’re already here?”
“Yeah, Mom drove all night.”
Austin Morris shook his head then grinned, “Your mother is a stubborn woman.”
Hawk ran past his Dad and into the new house.
“Hold up, son.”
The house was dark inside. Odd, thought Hawk. Candles lined the entryway and cast a warm glow through the darkness.
“Power isn’t on yet, chief.”
Seeing the fear on Hawk’s face, the Commander handed Hawk a flashlight.
“Why don’t you go check out your new room. It’s at the top of the stairs, second door on the right.”
Hawk planted his feet at the foot of the stairs.
“Do I have to go all by myself?”
“Yep,” his Dad nudged him, “Go on.”
The floral carpeted stairs creaked as Hawk climbed towards his new room. “Top of the stairs, second door on the right”, Hawk repeated to himself over and over.
“Did you say something, son?”
“No,” Hawk yelled from the top of the stairs. “Just talking to myself.”
The upstairs hallway was a mixture of dark wood and wallpaper with wild flowers on it. Second door on the right. Opening his new bedroom door, Hawk was blinded by the daylight pouring in through the three bedroom windows. A dust covered telescope sat in front of the middle window. Curious, Hawk decided to see what he could see from his new outpost.
Focusing the lens, Hawk panned the neighborhood up and down. Nothing too out of the ordinary. He did see a basketball in the driveway next door. Curious.
“Pretty cool room, huh?”
His father smiled and wiped the sweat off his forehead. “Pretty cool telescope too. See anything interesting?”
“Yeah, there might be a kid next door.”
“Well, school doesn’t get out until this afternoon. Why don’t you come on down and help me unload the U-Haul.”
< – – >
Later in the afternoon, they were still outside unloading boxes when the school bus pulled up down the street. Hawk heard it immediately. He put down the box he’d been carrying and found himself starring as the kids streamed off the bus. A group of boys met up and then began walking up the street. They looked to be Hawk’s age.
Hawk watched as the boys came closer.
His dad was calling him from inside the house.
He reluctantly walked inside, away from the boys. He found his dad in the entryway.
“I just thought I would check on you.”
The sounds of talking and laughing drifted into the house from the street.
His dad looked at him, “Boys, huh?”
“Well, do you want to go meet them?”
Hawk looked wistfully out the door and then shook his head no.
“I’ve got to help you unpack.”
The Commander took note.
“Okay, you’ll get to meet them tomorrow. Your starting school first thing.”
To read the first part, click here: The Dirt Clod Wars: M-Day