Kelly Clarke has memed me with the Confiteor Meme.
I confess to listening to System of a Down while reading Cardinal Ratzinger’s Introduction to Christianity.
I also confess to thinking "If this is only a introduction I am either incredibly dense or he is incredibly smart." while reading the same book.
I confess to playing a recorded tape of my son crying into the baby monitor to see the expression on my wife’s face when she rushed upstairs only to see a sleeping baby.
I confess to never completing a novena that I have started. I am an expert at the three day novena 1st, 2nd, and 9th day.
I confess to having six cats with one of them named after a character in the anime series Inuyasha.
I confess to being a blog addict. The number of RSS links that I track is around 300 and it is a rare day that I don’t read the ones that were updated. Maybe I should check myself into the Betty Ford clinic for Blog Addiction.
I remember once laughing at a co-worker who said he liked being on aircraft carriers because it was the closest thing to living on a spaceship while at the same time agreeing with him.
I confess to skipping school to go watch a Marx Brothers movie.
I confess that I once thought that the lyrics to John Lennon’s Imagine was the height of philosophical enlightenment.
I confess to mistreating my G.I. Joes as a kid and am sure that I violated the Geneva code in multiple ways.
I confess to being annoyed that my statue of St. Thomas Aquinas appears to be after he went on a Slim Fast plan.
I also confess to being tempted to use a black marker to color in the blonde hair used for Jesus on a large crucifix in our living room. I prefer a more Jewish looking Jesus.
I confess to great joy when wearing my Pope Benedict XVI shirt around town.
I hereby pass the meme to Albertus Minimus, Speculative Catholic, and Recta Ratio.
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I confess to cracking up over that really stupid “word verification.” What IS UP with that???
You seriously named your cat Buyo?
“I confess to never completing a novena that I have started. I am an expert at the three day novena 1st, 2nd, and 9th day.”
PHEW! I am glad I am not the only one!
It’s happened, it’s happened, I’ve been chosen
Ever since starting this blogging business I’ve been wondering when – finally – someone would tag me and now it’s finally happened. My grateful thanks to the Curt Jester for tagging me with the Confiteor meme. Hip hip hooray! And,
You don’t need to confess skipping school to watch the Marx Brothers. On the contrary, it demonstrates that you have your priorities in order.
I see your blonde Jesus and raise you a red-head — there’s one on a poster on a chancery office door here.
“I confess to being a blog addict. Maybe I should check myself into the Betty Ford clinic for Blog Addiction.”
You have already. It’s all online.
I’d be surprised if anyone could read and comprehend Cardinal Ratzinger while listening to System of a Down. Some activities just shouldn’t be combined.
I don’t listen to anything with lyrics, crunchy guitars, or a high degree of musical complexity when I read. The first tends to draw my intention to the lyrics, inane or not. The second tends to get me up out of my chair and reliving my former alt rock/glam metal days. The third simply kicks off that analytical, critical sense they drilled into us in music theory (grrr).
I confess to posting in the comment boxes of many famous blogs as a cheap way of boosting my own blog hits and shamelessly trolling for notoriety that I do not deserve.
Sort of a papal popinjay.
I confess to being partial to high fashion men’s underwear (on myself). I’m a man. My apologies. I’ll try to do better next time.
I confess to going to confession through a screen and receiving absolution in Latin.
I confess to praying, during Mass, to be assumed body and soul into heaven rather than having to endure another insulin overdose inducing Haugen, Haas or Schutte elevator shaft, muzak liturgical screech.
I confess to enjoying Diogenes on CWN.
I would tag someone but its too much work.
Did you name your cat Buyo or Kirara? Or maybe Kagome, Sango, Shippo or Miroku? *very curious*
Sincerely…
Veronica the anime addict
To those who queried the cat’s name it is Kirara.
Your Kirara only has one tail, I assume ?
This guy seems more than normal to me.
I confess that I once thought that the lyrics to John Lennon’s Imagine was the height of philosophical enlightenment.
Oh, man, you’ve got guts confessing to that.
On behalf of the entire G.I. Joe team, i have forwarded your name to the War Crimes Tribunal at the Hague. Expect to hear from them.
As for Betty Ford, I confess to the truth of the E.A. Poe belief that “great wit and madness are often linked.”
I confess to listening to System of a Down while reading Cardinal Ratzinger’s Introduction to Christianity.
Man, I do this sort of thing all the time… I’ve been listening to System, Dream Theater, Rush, Yes, Cream, etc. while reading the Narnia books.
In my defence, however, I’ve been becoming convinced that Dream Theater’s core members have slowly become Christian… pretty evident by Mike Portnoy’s lyrics in Glass Prison, This Dying Soul, and The Root of All Evil.
Hmmm.
“skipping TO school to go watch a Marx Brothers movie”
Sounds like a school I’d like to know more about. 🙂
“I confess to being annoyed that my statue of St. Thomas Aquinas appears to be after he went on a Slim Fast plan.”
This logo has always annoyed me for the same reason.
I’ve always disliked the skinny St. Thomas statues and I wish the artists would remember that St. Gertrude the Great was a big girl too. Once a sister of her order chastised St. Gertrude for her weight. St. Gertrude replied, “When I pray I pray. When I eat, I EAT.”
I, too, prefer my Jesus to look Jewish. We have a picture of the Sacred Heart with blonde hair and pouty lips that I privately refer to as Shirley Temple Jesus. And another with blow-dry hair that I refer to as Fabio Jesus.
Where have all the good artists gone?
The funny thing was that, after reading a bunch of newer Ratzinger books, I was all cocky. I could do the theology thing. Then I hit some early Ratzinger, not written for the masses. Ouch.
And then there’s Intro to Christianity. It’s not that it’s bad. It’s not that it’s not worth reading. There’s plenty of good chunky wisdom, once you get past the first few chapters and into the groove.
The problem is, that for the FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE, I have to go at Intro in short spurts, and with highlighter in hand. Because otherwise it makes my brain hurt. A lot. (I’ve read other books that make my brain hurt, but usually it meant “this book is crap”, “you don’t understand the meaning of these technical terms”, or “this book is full of equations with math you didn’t take”. That didn’t hurt my pride. This one does.)
I confess to liking Dante’s Inferno more than Paradiso, so that I’ve read Inferno three times and Paradiso, well, I have never finished it.
I confess that I’m afraid I might go to hell for that.
I confess to thinking that the song “Guantanamera” was really about a “one ton tomato.”
Even had those been the actual lyrics, the song would have been better than any of the saccharine claptrap issued by Haugen. Better confess as well that I harbored ill thoughts about the composer after having to listen to his massacre of the 23rd Psalm this Sunday (“Shepherd me, O Lord, beyond my wants . . .” Say what??)
I think “Shepherd Me…” was compulsory for all parishes on the Feast of Christ the King.
What is “Guantanamera” about?
I confess that I would LOVE to hear the words of absolution in Latin, or at least in the long English version.
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