Some of my brethren overreact to the bunnies ‘n’ chocolate version of Easter.
Folks let’s try for a more child friendly approach to religious education next time. I’m also intrigued by the throwaway mention of the “drunken man and self-mutilating woman” who don’t seem like appropriate characters for religious education either.
Thanks to stimps and do_not_lick for this gem.
This is a great example of how adults reveal their own psychoses the best when they’re communicating to kids.
The camera loves Condi:
It was a breathtakingly gorgeous day today. Warm, flowers blooming everywhere, birds chirping, serious Spring Perfection.
I had my first EMDR session. It’s a very odd experience, similar to what I think hypnosis must be like. It’s hard to describe, but I can say it’s not bullshit. Something very odd is happening during the session. If I get a better handle on it I’ll try to describe it some time.
I’m not doing very well at work. Hard to get things done. I worry that I’ll get in trouble there.
My friends talk a lot about sex. Jokes about sex, stories about sex, stories about sexual relationships. It makes me feel left out, and I’m not sure how to deal with it. So I use humor, which is what I do to make uncomfortable things go away. We laughed, we were merry.
You’re a hard act to follow
Keeping me at arms’ length
Sapping my strength from a distance
The toy from stimps arrived today and there was much feline happiness:
klikitak and Erin C. confuse themselves with skeins of something bright, bright green.
The cat is currently beating the hell out of this poor knitted snake, with great glee. THANK YOU STIMPY!
The gaggle of high school-aged hotties in short skirts who keep going in and out of Perfect Video here on the patio is worrisome. Considering the history of the place, I mean. I hope they’re kust being used for porn; legend has it that the Heaven’s Gate suicide video was shot there.
Or maybe they are preparing their portfolio for the Mandatory Cheer Tryout Meeting I saw on the high school’s marquee?
The drunks at the Napa and the old guy cigar crew remain unchanged. The latter are currently agreeing loudly about NEW YORK CITY.
The patio is the still center of an unchanged world.
I think I may have crossed the streams by introducing klikitak to Erin C. Knitting explosion. Kliki did give me a cool Manifolds button though. Sorry to miss eamajyn’s going away. Heal up quick up there, babe.
Jesse gave me some illegal pleasures.
I miss things I never had. It’s as though I was homesick for a town I’d never visited, or remembered the taste of food I’d never eaten. C.S. Lewis called that our feeling of being drawn to Heaven. I suspect it may just be due to a painfully limited life and an active imagination.
With the money from her accident
She bought herself a mobile home
So at least she could get some enjoyment
Out of being alone
No one could say that she was left up on the shelf
It’s you and me against the World kid she mumbled to herself
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