I just watched About a Boy minus the first 20 minutes. I have to say it was pretty good. It was weird in a talky sort of way but clever and it held my interest. It's kind of like a John Cusack movie with British accents.

I'm past day 1 of a garage sale. It seemed pretty good for a Friday. There's this old man who goes to garage sales, I assume every week, to give out tracts to people to convince them that the NIV translation of the Bible is wrong. He has some other version. I was polite the first three times I've run into him (attacked by him), but no so much this time. Does he think he is winning souls this way? I appreciate his determination to share what he believes, but not only is it a bad witness, it's a waste of time. What translation I use doesn't affect my salvation so why turn people away from Christianity by nitpicking on such dumb details. He said he "respects" Pastor David at CFC but doesn't like that they use the NIV translation. It was because of his CFC bashing at the last encounter with him that I was ready to be more upfront and less polite. I'm not falling for the "I'm a sweet old man who hands out religious tracts because I care about you" routine. What he does is harmful to the cause of Christ, not helpful. "Get behind me, Satan." Fortunately, I needed to help Tonya with some customers, so he left. He'll get more of my mind the next time I see him, and I'm sure I will. It's just not right. He uses garage sales as a means of legally trespassing for this agenda. Even if he were right about the translation (and he's not), it's a wrong approach. I don't go from house to house telling people that cigarettes are wrong. I would like to, but I don't. People don't take too kindly to that sort of thing. Can you tell it made me mad? And that's my point. (Maybe next time I'll tell him he has to buy something if he wants to talk.)