I’d rather not be outside with these people I don’t know and don’t care to, but my mom says I’m being antisocial if I don’t. Well, who cares if I am? Why do I need to be constantly social? I’d rather be inside, in bed, reading a book or watching NCIS. I don’t really want to get to know my dad’s mountain biking friends, and I know I sound like kind of a jerk for saying that, but it’s honest. They’re probably gonna be here until like… Ten? I don’t want to sit out here for three hours pretending like I want to be there.
Sorry. Rant over.
Now see here all you lucky bitches growing up bragging about yo’ nickelodeon and disney channel and cartoon network and whateva cable crap
well some of us didn’t have cable
we had antennas
we had ANTENNAS
I am here to pay homage to the ANTENNAS and to the parents who had to tweak them all the goshfrakkin time just so we didn’t have a crinkly crappy picture on our PBS KIDS
So Here are some things in memory of PBS Kids….
Mr. Rogers Neighborhood
Clifford The Big Red Dog
Between The Lions
…..and let us not forget the very few commercials, which mostly consisted of…
“Juicy Juice….100% Juice! For 100% Kids!”
Chuck-E-Cheese…Where a Kid Can Be a Kid!!
And never forget after every show….
so do not forget everyone
this is MY childhood
some of us had antennas, not cables.
thank you :)
I think you are forgetting someone very very important!
Then there were the kids who saw EVERYTHING TV had to offer.
ya’ll motherfuckers forgot one
How about I had cable but I chose to watch these shows.
^ We had satellite, but I still watched the heck out of most of these. And I used to do voice overs for the local PBS station as a kid, for one of the biggest cities in the US. :D BOOM. I’M FAMOUS.
I was the ‘brought to you by: ___’, ‘and viewers like you’, and ‘coming up next’ kid for like five years.
AND OMG NO ONE EVER REMEMBERS ZOBOOMAFOO YES. LEAP. LEAP.
MY FAVORITE PBS SHOW ISN’T EVEN ON HERE.
DOES NOBODY REMEMBER ZOOM?! THAT WAS MY FAVORITE PBS SHOW OMG.
No one remembers Sagwa, the Chinese Siamese Cat?
What about Wishbone?!
They included Wishbone. He’s in Shakespeare-esque clothing and stuff.
If she didn’t use jumpstart, shes to young for you bro.
Oh. My. Gosh. Memories.
oh my god
The Anatomical And Physiological Details Of Death By Crucifixion:
By Dr. C. Truman Davis
A Physician Analyzes the Crucifixion.
From New Wine Magazine, April 1982.
Originally published in Arizona Medicine,
March 1965, Arizona Medical Association.
Crucifixion was invented by the Persians in 300 BC, and perfected by the Romans in 100 BC.
1,It is the most painful death ever invented by man and is where we get our term “excruciating.”
2,It was reserved primarily for the most vicious of male criminals.
Jesus refused the anaesthetic wine which was offered to Him by the Roman soldiers because of His promise in Matthew 26: 29, “But I say to you, I will not drink of this fruit of the vine from now on until that day when I drink it new with you in My Father’s kingdom.”
3,Jesus was stripped naked and His clothing divided by the Roman guards. This was in fulfilment of Psalm 22:18, “They divide My garments among them, and for My clothing they cast lots.”
4,The Crucifixion of Jesus guaranteed a horrific, slow, painful death.
Having been nailed the Cross, Jesus now had an impossible anatomical position to maintain.
5,Jesus’ knees were flexed at about 45 degrees, and He was forced to bear His weight with the muscles of His thigh, which is not an anatomical position which is possible to maintain for more than a few minutes without severe cramp in the muscles of the thigh and calf.
6,Jesus’ weight was borne on His feet, with nails driven through them.
As the strength of the muscles of Jesus’ lower limbs tired, the weight of His body had to be transferred to His wrists, His arms, and His shoulders.
7,Within a few minutes of being placed on the Cross, Jesus’ shoulders were dislocated.
Minutes later Jesus’ elbows and wrists became dislocated.
8,The result of these upper limb dislocations is that His arms were 9 inches longer than normal, as clearly shown on the Shroud.
9,In addition prophecy was fulfilled in Psalm 22:14, “I am poured out like water, and all My bones are out of joint.”
10,After Jesus’ wrists, elbows, and shoulders were dislocated, the weight of His body on his upper limbs caused traction forces on the Pectoralis Major muscles of His chest wall.
11,These traction forces caused His rib cage to be pulled upwards and outwards, in a most unnatural state. His chest wall was permanently in a position of maximal respiratory inspiration. In order to exhale, Jesus was physiologically required to force His body.
12,In order to breathe out, Jesus had to push down on the nails in His feet to raise His body, and allow His rib cage to move downwards and inwards to expire air from His lungs.
13,His lungs were in a resting position of constant maximum inspiration.
Crucifixion is a medical catastrophe.
14,The problem was that Jesus could not easily push down on the nails in His feet because the muscles of His legs, bent at 45 degrees, were extremely fatigued, in severe cramp, and in an anatomically compromised position.
15,Unlike all Hollywood movies about the Crucifixion, the victim was extremely active.
The crucified victim was physiologically forced to move up and down the cross, a distance of about 12 inches, in order to breathe.
16,The process of respiration caused excruciating pain, mixed with the absolute terror of asphyxiation.
17,As the six hours of the Crucifixion wore on, Jesus was less and less able to bear His weight on His legs, as His thigh and calf muscles became increasingly exhausted.
There was increasing dislocation of His wrists, elbows and shoulders, and further elevation of His chest wall, making His breathing more and more difficult
Within minutes of crucifixion Jesus became severely dyspnoeic (short of breath).
18,His movements up and down the Cross to breathe caused excruciating pain in His wrist, His feet, and His dislocated elbows and shoulders.
19,The movements became less frequent as Jesus became increasingly exhausted, but the terror of imminent death by asphyxiation forced Him to continue in His efforts to breathe.
20,Jesus’ lower limb muscles developed excruciating cramp from the effort of pushing down on His legs, to raise His body, so that He could breathe out, in their anatomically compromised position.
21,The pain from His two shattered median nerves in His wrists exploded with every movement.
22,Jesus was covered in blood and sweat.
23,The blood was a result of the Scourging that nearly killed Him, and the sweat as a result of His violent involuntary attempts to effort to expire air from His lungs.
Throughout all this He was completely naked, and the leaders of the Jews, the crowds, and the thieves on both sides of Him were jeering, swearing and laughing at Him.
In addition, Jesus’ own mother was watching.
24,Physiologically, Jesus’ body was undergoing a series of catastrophic and terminal events.
25,Because Jesus could not maintain adequate ventilation of His lungs, He was now in a state of hypoventilation (inadequate ventilation).
26,His blood oxygen level began to fall, and He developed Hypoxia (low blood oxygen).
In addition, because of His restricted respiratory movements, His blood carbon dioxide (CO2) level began to rise, a condition known as Hypercapnia.
27,This rising CO2 level stimulated His heart to beat faster in order to increase the delivery of oxygen, and the removal of CO2
28,The Respiratory Centre in Jesus’ brain sent urgent messages to his lungs to breathe faster, and Jesus began to pant.
29,Jesus’ physiological reflexes demanded that He took deeper breaths, and He involuntarily moved up and down the Cross much faster, despite the excruciating pain.
The agonising movements spontaneously started several times a minute, to the delight of the crowd who jeered Him, the Roman soldiers, and the Sanhedrin.
30,However, due to the nailing of Jesus to the Cross and His increasing exhaustion, He was unable to provide more oxygen to His oxygen starved body.
31,The twin forces of Hypoxia (too little oxygen) and Hypercapnia (too much CO2) caused His heart to beat faster and faster, and Jesus developed Tachycardia.
32,Jesus’ heart beat faster and faster, and His pulse rate was probably about 220 beats/ minute, the maximum normally sustainable.
33,Jesus had drunk nothing for 15 hours, since 6 pm the previous evening.
Jesus had endured a scourging which nearly killed Him.
34,He was bleeding from all over His body following the Scourging, the crown of thorns, the nails in His wrists and feet, and the lacerations following His beatings and falls.
35,Jesus was already very dehydrated, and His blood pressure fell alarmingly.
36,His blood pressure was probably about 80/50.
37,He was in First Degree Shock, with Hypovolaemia (low blood volume), Tachycardia (excessively fast Heart Rate), Tachypnoea (excessively fast Respiratory Rate), and Hyperhidrosis (excessive sweating).
38,By about noon Jesus’ heart probably began to fail.
39,Jesus’ lungs probably began to fill up with Pulmonary Oedema.
40,This only served to exacerbate His breathing, which was already severely compromised.
41,Jesus was in Heart Failure and Respiratory Failure.
42,Jesus said, “I thirst” because His body was crying out for fluids.
43,Jesus was in desperate need of an intravenous infusion of blood and plasma to save His life
44,Jesus could not breathe properly and was slowly suffocating to death.
45,At this stage Jesus probably developed a Haemopericardium.
46,Plasma and blood gathered in the space around His heart, called the Pericardium.
47,This fluid around His heart caused Cardiac Tamponade (fluid around His heart, which prevented Jesus’ heart from beating properly).
48,Because of the increasing physiological demands on Jesus’ heart, and the advanced state of Haemopericardium, Jesus probably eventually sustained Cardiac Rupture. His heart literally burst. This was probably the cause of His death.
49,To slow the process of death the soldiers put a small wooden seat on the Cross, which would allow Jesus the “privilege” of bearing His weight on his sacrum.
50,The effect of this was that it could take up to nine days to die on a Cross.
51,When the Romans wanted to expedite death they would simply break the legs of the victim, causing the victim to suffocate in a matter of minutes. This was called Crucifragrum.
52,At three o’clock in the afternoon Jesus said, “Tetelastai,” meaning, “It is finished.”
At that moment, He gave up His Spirit, and He died.
53,When the soldiers came to Jesus to break His legs, He was already dead. Not a bone of His body was broken, in fulfilment of prophecy (above).
54,Jesus died after six hours of the most excruciating and terrifying torture ever invented.
55,Jesus died so that ordinary people like you and me could go to Heaven.
All He Asks You is to Love Him, Your Lord, Your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind’!!
After the most incredible week I’ve ever experienced, I think I’ve made up my mind. I’m sorry to any of my followers who really loved my blog, but it’s time for me to go. Tumblr turned into an addiction and distraction from things SO much more important, especially my relationship with God.
I spent the week with two friends at TeenPact and grew exponentially closer to one of them, as well as making plenty more. I can’t tell you how strongly and deeply God worked in everyone’s hearts this week, including mine. during Wednesday night devotion, the one who gave the devotion asked us if we’d like to dedicate our lives to Christ. I expected awkward silence. I didn’t get awkward silence. One by one, people stood up, most of whom were crying (guys included in this). I didn’t immediately notice but my friend was crying too. I hugged her. I knew full well that I needed to stand too. I’d been living such a me-centered life and all of the distractions and idols I’d made for myself were evident to me. God wasn’t even second, third, fourth, fifth, etc… in my life. He hardly made it onto my list of priorities. And instead of simply having an abstract knowledge of it being wrong, I was disgusted with myself and so, so sorry. So I stood too and recommitted my life. My friend stood as well and opened up, admitting she’d never really had a true relationship with Christ before. There wasn’t a dry eye in the whole room and everyone hugged everyone. Worship started up again and I’ve never heard or seen such an outpouring of remorse and forgiveness in a room. The Holy Spirit moved.
During that week, Satan did try to disrupt God’s work from occurring. A girl came to camp, and she was a wreck. I spoke to her and considered her to be a fairly nice person for the most part, but I could tell there was something off about her. Sure enough, there was. She’d brought a dog with her and been allowed to do so under the guise of it being a service dog she was training for her anxiety attacks. But there were people there who knew enough about panic attacks and enough about service dogs to see that it was lies. She disrupted the sleep and schedules of campers and of the pastor several times with her “panic attacks”. One of the mothers who was at the camp and who tried to help her was familiar was demonic possession and while this girl was having her attacks, she would cry out to things other than God (she believed in some sort of Native American spirit stuff) and would glare and shudder whenever Jesus was mentioned. She’d had an extremely messed up childhood and because of that, she hated God. She left that camp with no true repentance and whatever was inside of her is still there.
But her presence did not stop God from working. Numerous people were saved, including a suicidal girl. From that Wednesday night on, we were all close enough to constantly hug each other, to pray over each other, and to pour out our hearts and all our hurts to everyone else. I admitted to so many things and so many hurts that I’ve kept inside for so long and I am so, so glad that I did. I am so free. After another night of worship, I moved all my belongings down into another room where my friend was and again, I was able to open up. I cried again and got prayed over by the mother of a friend I’d made at camp (they have the cutest family in the world). I have never, never told anyone about that. I’ve told people about my tendency to want to rough it out on my own, but never about the deeper, more painful, wounds. So many people came around me.
I have been so blessed and my eyes have been opened wide to my faults, not so I can hate myself for them, but so I can make the proper adjustments and focus my life on God.
The final night spent at this camp was a huge outpouring of worship again, and the car ride back home was ridiculously fun and full of sleep-deprived laughter. I never expected to change so much. All I thought would happen would be learning about the government in my state. That did occur and my knowledge was deepened, but I am so happy that more than that happened.
I won’t deny that this week was definitely a spiritual high. I know the feeling won’t always last. But I have come too close to God to step away again. I love Him more than I did before and I understand his sacrifice for me more succinctly than I ever did. I am so loved. God so loved the world, that he gave his only son to save my pathetic, disgusting, sinful life. And what can I gave back but all I have to offer?
So, this goodbye letter is a bit longer than I’d anticipated, but this is as close as I can come to doing this week justice. I didn’t want to leave without explanation. And if anyone who followed me here wants to talk to me further, message me at any time and I’ll give you my email.
My URL says “the time came to blossom”. And I can’t do that without God, and that isn’t happening here on tumblr. I can’t have distractions and addictions like this anymore.
May God bless you and keep you. :)
LOCKSTEP IN GREATNESS
They asked to play ‘truth or dare’ but we all know they really mean ‘interrogation or abuse’
or rather ‘awkward sexual question or disturbingly sexual command’
Well of course everyone here has heard the news by now that former Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher has passed on after suffering a stroke. It is a sad day as the last of the triumvirate that defeated the USSR (Thatcher, Reagan, John Paul II) has passed on. Thatcher…
Cheers. To Flynn Rider. The closest Disney ever came
to a realistic male character.
All the awards.
and the only disney character to question why everyone is singing.
Where Disney movies are set