The Song of Haste

The Song of Haste
by Mr Whipple

Haste was born a bummer lamb two thousand years ago
Who came to find within his heart the Christ child for to know

He’d lost his flock and all his friends by trying to think things through
He missed the path his shepherd laid, lost flock and family true.

And on that night of nights divine when Angels came to sing
With blazing harps and golden horns and silver bells to ring

They told the shepherd to go with haste to find the newborn king
Without delay he took his crook and all his precious things

So he picked up the bummer lamb and put him round his neck
And started down to Bethlehem, a long and weary trek

They only knew the town to search and in a manger plain
They searched and searched and thought and tried and looked all night in vain

Then in his heart Haste knew the place, he didn’t think a thing
He led the shepherd straight away and found the tiny King

They knelt and prayed with humble voices praising God for Grace
And found the Christ, the Son of God in a most unlikely place

His heart had told him where to look and where the Christ was found
He didn’t have to use his head for God’s mercies to abound

And aren’t we all just bummer lambs all lost and gone astray
And if we look within our hearts we’ll find the Christ some day

Mr Whipple Finds His Toga

I made it! It took a lot of work but I got the sucker running. It took a new processor (80 bucks) and a video card (40 clams) but I got Rome Total War to work. So now I have a part time job killing Gauls and Carthagenians. The pay ain't great but it is 'bout the same as my old job of being self-unenployed.

Now I have to pay back Mrs. Whipple for the use of her PayPal to pay for the parts on EBay. I got to looking at some old ham radio gear that had been cluttering up the closet. So I fired up EBay to see if it was worth anything. It was old '70's ventage tube type Heathkit gear that I thought might get enough to cover the $120 that I owed my lovely wife. After a little research I was shocked out of my mind (what little there is left after the new meds I am on). It looks like I will net out $500 or more. I had bids on some of the stuff within five minutes of posting it and the interest is growing by leaps and bounds.

It turns out that there are collectors out there that will pay a ton of money for this junk. I even mentioned in the discription that I wasn't even sure it all worked. It didn't seem to deter anyone at all.

So now I have to jump out of Rome, take off my toga, put on a tie, and be an EBay merchant every now and again. The role switching really makes my head go wagga-wagga-wagga (but then again, that may just be the meds).