As I sip coffee from my mug with the wraparound picture of a bunch of maize-and-blue helmeted guys with 'Hail to the Victors' underneath, I anticipate my first trip to the Big House in Ann Arbor this weekend. It will also be the first road trip that my brother and I have ever taken together, family vacations excluded. When I first heard that I'd be going I thought, 'Wow, my first college football game,' and then I remembered that I went to a few Heidelberg games. Wow, my first Big 10 likely-to-be-sold-out-where-the-home-team-has-a-chance-at-winning football game.
I kid the 'Berg. They win sometimes. But mostly, they don't.
I also made my first trip to the UCC Resources warehouse yesterday to pick up Kerygma books for a study I'm leading this fall. I was originally going to go today, but my lunch meeting didn't last as long as I figured it would.
For someone like me, walking into that place was like walking into Willy Wonka's big chocolate room. They actually allow you to wander around the warehouse to shop. There's a shelf of damaged books in one corner ('damaged' could mean that the cover is bent) for $1. I picked up two because I had $2 in my wallet and I figured that that would be a good way to limit myself. After some perusing, I ended up with The Indispensable Guide for Smaller Churches by David R. Ray and The Irrelevance and Relevance of the Christian Message by Paul Tillich.
I've been noticing during all my watching of Buffy the Vampire Slayer that no matter how menacing and dangerous they make the bad guy out to be in each episode, Buffy still kills him in 5 minutes of fighting. 'Oh, he's a very old vampire. He's destroyed many villages.' STAKE. 'Oh, this vampire can't be defeated easily.' STAKE. 'This vampire has killed two slayers.' STAKE. 'This vampire's your mom.' STA- what? 'Made you look.' That last one didn't happen. But still, the last fight never really lasts that long. It seems that the setup was always what Joss Whedon liked more, and the actual battle scenes were secondary. It makes sense. You can only develop the plot so much during those scenes.
Remember the Real Live Preacher entry to which I directed you a few entries back? Well, I read his 16-year-old daughter's history of Martin Luther that he cites at the beginning, expecting it to be a high school research paper. It's really not. I found it to be hilarious.
This entry has basically stolen all the thunder from my weekly Pop Culture Roundup, so there won't be one tomorrow. I'll find something else to write about.