Brain Art?

I'm thinking about printing this or something like this up for some decoration in my hovel. It will be the only thing even that remotely bright in color, but it is brains and how awesome is that?

In other news I have another story from softball. So, last week I got to our game early as usual because I like to throw, hit and get loose before we start playing. When I first got to the field I was greeted by a dear friend who was written about in a previous post. We'll call him Porn Fiend or PF for short. At first PF and I were carelessly shooting the breeze. We talked about the weather and how the local baseball team was doing. At some point PF asked me if I would give him an honest answer if he asked me a question. I said sure. I don't have anything to hide. His question was, "What happens when you die?" I quickly tried to come up with a vague yet honest reply and what I came up with was "I don't know." How could I know? I thought I was in the clear until he jumped on me about taking Jesus, God and all related deities as my personal savior. We argued semantic for a bit about how knowing and believing are different things and eventually some other people showed up. When they did I uttered a "Thank science" under my breath. The injection of new blood resulted in playing some catch and I was thrilled to be done with that conversation.

We got destroyed in our games, but my story picks up again after we were done playing. As I have said before they players hold a prayer circle after the games. I am fine with this. I stand respectfully while the praying is happening. However, last week PF volunteered to close the prayer. The prayer opener asked for healing of sick people and the usual and it came time for PF to speak. The first words out his mouth were as follows, "Dear God, tonight we played softball with a man that has not been saved. His name is Doug." Wow, how awesome is that? PF continued to babble on about all things God for several minutes as he typically does. Specifically he asked that God show himself to Doug and that Doug opens his heart to God and all things wonderful and happy. You can about imagine some of the looks I got as the prayer circle was breaking up. I think half of the people half expected me to pull a goat out of my back pocket and have a black mass sacrifice between first and second base. The moral of the story is two-fold. If someone asks you if you'll answer a question honestly, just say yes and give them the answer they want to hear. Secondly, don't babble other people's personal belief system to others. If they want other people to know they will tell them. We'll see if I get benched next week...