Emails - 4/18

I woke up this morning scared.  I turned on the lights, looked into my wall of mirrors, and I noticed something.  I wasn't feeling Catholic.  I splashed some of my emergency Holy Water that I keep next to my bed onto my face--but still-- I couldn't shake this feeling.  I hopped into the shower thinking, maybe a full body rinsing in Holy Water would do the trick--but still nothing.  What do you do when you don't feel 11/10 on the Catholic scale?  Here is what I did to get myself back to square one.  I got out my Catholic CD player, grabbed Natalie Montgomery's 1991 album, "Nocturnal Explosion" and started to rock out.  I even grabbed my Natalie Montgomery life-sized doll and started dancing around my studio apartment.  And after listening to the album 7 or 8 times, I started to feel more Catholic.  That is the power of music!

Glen L

I just want to say how disgusted I am with the "scientific" community.  I have to put those quotes around the word "science" because, I don't truly believe what they are saying.  I am a Catholic. This is true.  I believe in life.  This is true.  I believe that I can do all things through God.  This is true.  Why then do I get sick when I drink small amounts of bleach and other cleaning products?  Its interesting how "science" cannot give me a straight answer on that one. Don't tell me what to do "science" community.  Don't try to tell me that I can't do something, if what I am doing is through/with God.

Glen L

I know that I sometimes talk about the myths within the "science" community and how absolutely dangerous they can be.  Another myth that the "science" community has been plaguing our society with is this: breathing.  Am I really suppose to believe that we breathe in oxygen and expel carbon dioxide?  As a rational Catholic with his own Catholic CDs Reviews website- how am I suppose to swallow that pill?  Listen, I don't have some magical oxygen converting box in my stomach that turns one gas into another gas spontaneously--and neither do you.  Thanks "science" for poisoning us.

Glen L

I was sitting at home by myself last night, trying to figure out what I was going to eat for dinner.  I was in the mood for something either really spicy or something really tart.  I couldn't make up my mind.  I eventually settled on making up a batch of my famous grapefruit tacos--but right when I was about to bite into the tortilla--I paused.  Something was askew.  Something was off.  I quickly checked my blood pressure and all my vitals.  I was still breathing.  Still conscious.  Still able to comprehend.  So...what was it?  And then it hit me in the face like a wet diaper--I wanted something different.  I opened up my refrigerator, grabbed a gallon of 3% milk and started chugging.  I opened up a fresh packet of butter and scooped it into my mouth.  Uh oh...now I really did it.  It was at this point I remembered something very important--my lactose and butter intolerance.  I was going to get sick.  I needed to get my medicine.  Thank you for all of your prayers--I am fine now.

Glen L

I had a little downtime yesterday between updating the blog and trying to figure out which Natalie Montgomery picture I was going to put in my wallet for the day.  So- being the person that I am, I went over to my grandfather's dictionary, opened it up, and started flipping through the old pages.  I wanted to get the definition of Catholic--the true definition.  I went to the "C" section and scrolled down until I was between "catheter" and "catholiritic."  I couldn't find it!  I looked everywhere- but no "Catholic."  Then I started to panic a little bit.  I could feel my brow and chin starting to form a rich and salty mixture of sweat, spit, and tears.  Not now Glen!  Not now!  I needed to find this definition.  I went tore that "C" section up until it was nothing more than a gaping hole--no pun intended.  I even searched through the "D", the "I", and the "K" sections to see if anything would show up--not there either.  This got me thinking.  Maybe Catholic isn't so much a word, as it is a feeling, a guide, a beam of light.  That's the definition that I will use.

Glen L