Author: John Schultz

of St. Blog’s Official Pinheaded Grammarian
5:07am My dream about being the Editor of the Concord Monitor interrupted by the scratching of my 4 Siamese Cats.
5:09am I rise from bed to spoon heaping helpings of Fancy Feast out into individual cermanic food bowls.
5:17am Proceed to the laundry room to quickly remove cat elimination from the litter boxes.
5:56am Tolstoi, the youngest cat, is the last cat to arrive for his morning evacuation.
5:58am Litter boxes clean, I proceed to my study boot up my computer.
5:59am Morning Earl Grey tea is brewed extra strong.
6:10am I step out into the cool NH air and witness a neighbor allowing their dog to tramp through the yard
6:10:23am I yell “Get off my lawn!” at the neighbor while shaking a clentched fist
6:12am Proceed back to the computer to begin important work
8:10am No typos found yet. Apparently the St. Blog’s parishoners are getting more careful under my watchful eye. But I’m sure they can’t keep this up very long.
8:33am Found a typo! Huzzah! Hurray for me and my multiple graduate degrees from prestigious Ivy League universities!
9:55am My gloating complete, I log in to blogger to tell the whole world what I have found.
10:01am I complete my snarky post about a misplaced apostrophe and click on the link. Zounds! The typo has been corrected!!
10:03am I decide not to leave the post up since the typo was correctly prior to my submission of correction.
10:20am I have a terrible headache, and realize that in my zeal to proofread Blogs, I have forgotten my tea.
10:21 The tea is extra strong, but cold. I pour it, return to my desk and place the cup on my Brookstone individual cup warmer that I won at a church raffle.
12:23pm No more typos as yet. Must keep looking… this is very important work.
12:47pm Lunch break. I eat a small cucumber sandwich standing alone in my kitchen.
12:59pm Phone rings. It’s the head librarian asking if I can come in today since Mildred is out sick. I pretend to be ill since I need to finish my quest.
2:48pm Thought I came across a typo, but realized that “slap-happy” is not a real English word. No time for speculation – must find real meat!
3:00pm Afternoon break to watch Dr. Phil.
3:20pm During a commercial break, I eat 2.5 (two point five) servings of All-Bran in soy milk.
3:51pm Dr. Phil is talking about negotiating with your spouse… I spend a few moments wondering if I can apply his wisdom to my 4 Siamese cats.
3:59pm Dr. Phil ends, I proceed back to my office to continue my important work.
4:32pm Dry well today. Slow day. Perhaps I should start another blog under another name and start writing about the wondrous love of the Son of God.
4:33pm I decide that my work is too important to spend time on another blog.
5:15pm No more finds. I shut down the PC in order to run some errands.
5:27pm Arrive at the Stop-N-Go to get Glamour Kitty Klumping Krystals with Extra Krystals, some heavy cream, one can of tuna and a new toothbrush.
5:46pm Arrive at the Exxon station to get 2.3 gallons of Premium gasoline.
6:05pm Arrive at home. Feed the cats who are circling around my legs in a way reminiscent of Gulliver’s Travels.
6:09pm Prepare a light meal of tuna and spinach, with a spoon full of Bran Clusters as a garnish.
6:24pm Proceed to the litter boxes for the evening evacuation.
6:25pm Tolstoi is first this time, followed by Hawthorne, Rosetti and Dante.
6:30pm I watch Jeopardy. Alex Trebek runs a tight ship on that show.
6:33pm I throw my sensible shoe at the TV because Margie from North Dakota didn’t get the question right to “This 20th Century Literary Figure Wrote ‘Hop on Pop'” I realize that I am just as disappointed in the question as I am in Margie.
7:01pm Back to the computer for more important review.
9:32pm Been to every Catholic Blog under creation, including some just launched today like St. Rhonda’s All-Nite Blog and BLAUGDAMUS. They seem to be good candidates for typos, but I find none.
10:11pm Almost time to retire. Perhaps I should just go with the “slap-happy” reference from earlier…
10:15pm A zero day. Too bad. I retire to bed and begin to wind down with my first edition copy of the Chicago Manual of Style.
10:17pm The cats arrive and position themselves next to me on the bed. Tolstoi purrs which I scratch his head. “There’s always tomorrow, Tolstoi…”

Latin Vespers this weekend
Saturday, September 28 at 4:00 PM
St. Michael’s Church in Silver Spring [Wayne Ave., between Cedar & Fenton Streets,
one block from Georgia Avenue]
First Vespers of the Patronal feast of St. Michael & All Angels:
– Service entirely sung in Latin
– Roman/Monastic-Cistercian Rite [1978 Revision]
– Gregorian/Monastic Chant
– Polyphony: Magnificat V.toni and Antiphon Ave regina caelorum by Guillaume Dufay (1398-1474).

I’ve just been around to several places and read with disgust the postings about Keeler’s list. There’s no healing here. There’s no closure in viewing “the list.” There’s no protection for the children. Even the intent of the list is lost in the madness of it all.
Cardinal – would it be a good time to ask what Jesus would do?

This blog is getting a lot of hits from places like Google for all sorts of random things… if you have a question about Catholicism you can drop me a line anytime. I’m writing this because there’s been a high degree of randomness to the posts lately..

That’s how I get greeted on weather.com since I changed my nickname to sinner.
Try it sometime – it’s a great way to remind yourself of what’s important.