Worst TV Show Theme - Three's Company

Day 4 - 30 Day TV Challenge



This theme song is but one of many from the 70's and 80's that just annoys the crap out of me, but I picked this one because it is pure evil. It's one of those damn songs you can't get out of your head no matter what you do!

Best TV Show Theme - Band of Brothers - Opening Credits

Day 3 - 30 Day TV Challenge



I think this theme song artfully embodies everything our troops went through in World War II, and perhaps even what they go through today. It's heroic and glorious, yet deeply sorrowful. It may sound cheesy, but listening to this song makes me think of brotherhood. I guess that's probably what the composers were going for!

My Least Favorite Show - Fear Factor - Bad Haircut

Day 2 - 30 Day TV Challenge



I hate, hate, HATED Fear Factor! Did they ever actually do anything scary? As far as I can tell, all they did was dumb or gross stunts to win money. P.S. I don't consider sitting in a box with spiders or snakes particularly frightening, and I hate spiders! Plus, it doesn't take any real courage to eat a bug, especially if it's for money. This retarded show should have been called Nasty Factor, or Idiot Factor.

My All-time Favorite Show - Supernatural - I Will Not Bow

Day 1 - 30 Day TV Challenge



I swear this show was custom made just for me. The folklore and legends are well-researched (unusual for a TV show), and the characters and stoylines are compelling. "Supernatural" makes me completely nerd happy.

30 Day TV Challenge

I guess this is the sequel to the 30 Day Song Challenge.

Day 1 - Favourite Show Of All Time.....Supernatural.
Day 2 - Least Favourite Show Of All Time.....Fear Factor.
Day 3 - Best Theme Song.....Band of Brothers.
Day 4 - Worst Theme Song.....Three's Company.
Day 5 - Favourite TV Character.....Dr. Cox, the Trickster, and Robin Hood
Day 6 - Least Favourite TV Character.....Quagmire, from Family Guy.
Day 7 - TV Show You Can Quote Best.....Supernatural.
Day 8 - TV Show With Your Favourite Actor.....Supernatural.
Day 9 - TV Show With Your Favourite Actress.....Saving Grace.
Day 10 - A Guilty Pleasure TV Show.....Transformers.
Day 11 - A TV Show No One Thinks You'd Like.....Robot Chicken.
Day 12 - A TV Show That Resembles Your Life.....Dexter.
Day 13 - Your Favourite Childhood TV Show.....Xena: Warrior Princess.
Day 14 - Favourite TV Drama.....Battlestar Galactica.
Day 15 - Favourite TV Comedy.....Scrubs.
Day 16 - Favourite Reality Show.....Hell's Kitchen.
Day 17 - Favourite TV Documentary.....America, the Story of US.
Day 18 - Favourite Animated TV Show.....Transformers: Armada and Avatar: The Last Airbender.
Day 19 - A Show you consider Underrated.....Robin Hood.
Day 20 - A Show you Consider Overrated.....Glee.
Day 21 - A Cancelled Show You Would Bring Back.....Joan of Arcadia.
Day 22 - A Current Show You Would Cancel.....Swamp People.
Day 23 - A TV Series You Would Make Into a Film.....Castle.
Day 24 - A Film You Think Deserves Its Own Series.....The Prophecy.
Day 25 - TV Show You Used to Like, Now Hate.....2 and a Half Men.
Day 26 - Your Favourite Scene From a TV Show.....Buffy the Vampire Slayer, when Buffy threw herself into the abyss of hell to save the Earth.
Day 27 - Favourite TV Channel.....History Channel.
Day 28 - Least Favourite TV Channel.....Any of Oprah's channels.
Day 29 - A Show You Never Miss.....Supernatural.
Day 30 - Favourite Episode of Any TV Show Ever....."Hammer of the Gods," from Supernatural, the episode when Gabriel finally took a stand in the war between Michael and Lucifer, and he stood up on behalf of humanity.

San Miguel del Milagro - Part 2

I first stumbled across Diego's story nearly three years ago, when EWTN happened to be airing a special about places consecrated to St. Michael. Incidentally, that was the only thing that could've gotten me to watch EWTN. Anyway, the show was hosted by Bob and Penny Lord, and they went to San Miguel del Milagro. Penny, who said she was troubled by some terrible arthritic ailment, drank the water and declared she immediately felt better. I'm all for the power of positive healing, but I was still skeptical. I know that people tend to see what they want to see.

So I researched the place on my own. Tragically, not much stuff can be found in English, and my knowledge of Spanish is limited. Still, I read a statistic that claimed that the well healed over 90% of the people who went there looking for treatment.

Having terrible asthma that feels like it's slowly killing me, as well as excema that is excruciating, I started to think that I should go there.

My idea was problematic, however. God and I aren't always on speaking terms. How could I go to a place like that and honestly expect to be healed? Still, I couldn't put the thought aside. I became more and more certain I should go. It became an obsession with me. All I could think about was this little village in Mexico that I'd never heard of before.

I started to make arrangements to go.

But just when I thought I was free and clear, those drug wars started on the border. American tourists were being kidnapped and murdered by cartels to either smuggle drugs back to the States, or to send a brutal message to the police agencies cracking down on them. My family, terrified of the idea of me going to Mexico, kept pressuring me not to go.

When they didn't try to scare me, they were trying to insist it would never work. Keep in mind how my mother used to be a zealot. Yet, she and my father both told me not to get my hopes up. According to them, they'd really hate it if I went down there, nothing happened, and then my relationship with God would be even worse than it was before.

But the worst thing was when my mother thought she'd turn my pilgrimage into a Club Med retreat. She thought it'd be cool to spend a day in San Miguel, then jet to some Mexican beach for a week to kick back and relax. When she got it in her head that she was going to come along and transform my spiritual journey with her own agenda, I felt extremely uncomfortable. In my mind, it was going to be hard enough to convince God why I should be healed too. But if he thought I was treating this whole thing like he was a magic genie and I was demanding my three wishes, my request for healing would most definitely be denied.

Frustrated with them all, I called the whole thing off.

But though I tried to put away all notions of going to San Miguel del Milagro, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I imagined what the town would be like, and wondered if St. Michael would meet me there. When I first learned of it, I don't think I was spiritually ready to go because I was skeptical and uncertain. But as time went on, my confidence grew. It got to the point that I stopped considering the possibility of being overlooked. As time went on, I became certain I would be healed.

In retrospect, I look at those obstacles in my path, and realize as annoying as they were, they were necessary. I needed the extra time to grow in faith. Now, I think I'm as ready as I can be to make this pilgrimage.

Traditionally, pilgrims walked to their destination, but I'm not walking to Mexico. I think God will give me a pass on that since it is still very dangerous on the border. However, I believe that making a pilgrimage involves a measure of sacrifice, and it wouldn't mean anything if there weren't any danger involved. There's a place in Florida where I could go to seek healing, but where's the sacrifice? Where's the risk? That's why it has to be Mexico.

So, if all goes well, I'll be in Mexico as early as October.

And when I come back, by the grace of God my skin and lungs will be healthy.

San Miguel del Milagro - Part 1

There's a village in Mexico called San Miguel del Milagro (the miracle of St. Michael), and I'm determined to go to there in the very near future. It's the site of the miraculous apparition of St. Michael the Archangel. Here's the story (originally found on a site called "Catholic Devotions"):

While participating in a procession on the Feast of Saint Mark (April 25, 1631), Diego Lázaro saw Saint Michael the Archangel in a vision. Unseen and unheard by everyone else, Michael spoke:

Know my son, that I am Saint Michael, the Archangel. I come to tell you that it is God's Will and mine, that you tell the neighbors of this village and of its surroundings, that in a ravine, which is made of two hills and is in front of this place, can be found a spring of miraculous water for all infirmities. It is under a big boulder. Don't doubt what I tell you, nor put aside what I command you.

Diego Lázaro, perplexed and confused, convinced himself to keep the matter quiet, tell no one, and ignore Saint Michael's message. Naturally, he was certain no one would believe a poor, uneducated peasant.

It was only a matter of days before Diego Lázaro became seriously ill, from what appeared to be a life-threatening heat stroke. He agonized on his deathbed while listening to his family and friends pray for his soul. His suffering was inconsolable, and he lingered between life and death.

While Diego Lázaro lay dying in his small hut, and his loved ones prayed over him, a bolt of lightning had crashed through the windows. This happened so fast and caused such a fright that all the bystanders raced out of the hut and down the hill for their lives.

Abandoned, Diego Lázaro encountered the mighty Archangel-Prince once again. Saint Michael's entrance was intended to drive away the supporters. After a while, those who had abandoned the hut returned, expecting to find it consumed and Diego Lázaro dead. Instead, everyone was shocked and overcome with wonder and amazement. Not only did they find the hut intact, but they also discovered Diego Lázaro still alive, and laying upon his bed as before. To their surprise, with his now clear eyes wide open, he told them, "Don't be afraid for me, for Saint Michael has appeared to me and given me back my health. He took me, I don't know how, to a ravine near here. He went before me, taking huge steps. At the ravine he told me, 'Here, where I touch with my staff, is the fountain that I spoke of while you were in the procession. You must make it known, or you will be gravely punished.'

Saint Michael touched the earth with a golden staff pointed towards heaven, and a great and startlingly brilliant beam of light came forth from the sky to mark and illuminate the place of the spring.

'This light which you have seen descend from heaven is the virtue which God is giving to this spring for the health and healing of all infirmities and necessities. Make it known to all.'

Saint Michael the Archangel somehow had spiritually transported Diego Lázaro to the place he had previously mentioned in his first admonition, and revealed the actual site of the foretold miraculous spring.

When Diego Lázaro finished relaying what had happened, he sprightly jumped up out of bed in perfect health, where only moments before he laid dying. At this, the onlookers and listeners became believers, that the vision was not a mere dream, or even the over-active imagination of someone with heat stroke.

Diego Lázaro journeyed some 20 kilometers east to the city of Tlaxcala, the province's capital. As he had initially feared, nobody believed the "wild imaginings" of an impoverished and uncultured citizen. In fact, he was severely reprimanded and threatened with physical punishment if he persisted in telling his story. But they didn't succeed in discouraging him with their cruel reception. Upon returning home to his wife and parents, he decided they should all try to find the place revealed by Saint Michael and sanctified by the virtue of God.

The site of the miraculous spring was a hill divided by a great ravine called "the Place of the Turkey Vultures" (Tzopilotitlan) and "the Place of the Back Water" (Tzopiloatl). Half way up this earthen divide was the site Saint Michael had designated with his golden staff, however, the holy well directly beneath where he touched was not exposed in any way. Instead, it was covered and hidden from discovery by a large and heavy stone; the boulder spoken of during the second apparition.

Upon arriving at the site, Diego Lázaro told his parents and wife exactly where they must dig. His knowledge of where to dig, although accurate, was insufficient. Even when all four pushed together, they couldn't dislodge the huge slab. It was too heavy for them.

While they struggled in vain to uncover the holy well, a handsome young man, a stranger never seen before or afterwards, appeared from out of nowhere and offered to help. He merely touched the slab and it began to move freely and easily. Thereupon, all four commenced digging till they beheld the crystalline spring. The sacred well contained water clearer than mountain air. But once more, Diego disobeyed Michael and resisted telling anyone what he'd found.

Some six months later, on November 13th, Diego Lázaro participated in another festival; this one honoring San Diego de Alcalá. During Mass, he was mystically overcome and painfully attacked physically. He felt something invisible assault his limbs with bone-breaking pain. Everything hurt. Unable to bear this excruciating and mysterious pain, he struggled back to his little straw hut in agony, confused, and in a quandary. In no condition to move, Saint Michael appeared a third time to a very humbled Diego Lázaro. On this occasion his admonition was most severe. He spoke in a powerful and commanding voice:

Why are you a coward and negligent in fulfilling what I entrusted to you? Do you wish that I punish you by another means for your disobedience? Get up and make known what I have commanded you.

After this last of Saint Michael's strict orders, Diego Lázaro's unexplainable ailment disappeared. Instilled with the Saint Michael's words, he experienced a newfound courage and faith. No longer a reluctant messenger of God's grace, he immediately and docilely returned to the place of the miraculous spring and filled several containers with a substantial amount of the holy water.

Renewed in spirit, Diego Lázaro set out to share his blessed fortune, but not with civil authorities. This time he journeyed to Puebla de los Angeles (the town of the angels), where the Bishop of the province resided, and obtained an audience with him. To Diego Lázaro's delight, his Excellency promised to have the apparitions investigated. As proof of the miracle, the Bishop mandated that the water Diego Lázaro shared be distributed both among the sick within his household as well as throughout the infirmary of the Royal Hospital. All who drank the water regained perfect health.