A proper weekend
I felt like I had a real weekend, this week. I had two days where I seemed to pack loads in - including, washing, playing FF12, taking Luke out, feeding, bathing and playing with Luke, going to church, cooking, washing up, going out on a pilgrimage. See? Fun-packed 48 hours right there :D
I've just done one of those pointless running-around-matching-pairs tasks that FF games are so fond of, although you do get a vital item at the end of it. *sigh* Even Vaan complained about how long it took - heh. Balthier just gets cooler *dreamy eyes* Ahem. I have found Vaan growing on me, just a little.
Last night's 'pilgrimage' was around some of the gateways and entrances around our area of Liverpool, including the Chinese Arch. I really got into the idea of thresholds and doorways when I was researching my dissertation. Fascinating.
I have an idea for next Sunday's sermon slot around the idea of 'bad' words. A white contestant on BB used the 'n' word to a black contestant - not in a nasty, hurtful way, she was trying to be 'street' and 'gansta', but it backfired. The black girl wasn't offended as such, I don't think, just completely shocked that someone would use that word so casually. The white girl said she uses it with her friends, but she's only just met this other girl! She has been removed from the house.
Anyway, I love words, and part of me thinks it's impossible to have 'bad' words. And yet, there are words I would never, ever use out loud. Why is that? How can a collection of syllables carry that much power?
I don't expect to answer that question in 5 minutes on Sunday. But it's giving me something to think about.
Well, I'm tired. Night, LJ.
I've just done one of those pointless running-around-matching-pairs tasks that FF games are so fond of, although you do get a vital item at the end of it. *sigh* Even Vaan complained about how long it took - heh. Balthier just gets cooler *dreamy eyes* Ahem. I have found Vaan growing on me, just a little.
Last night's 'pilgrimage' was around some of the gateways and entrances around our area of Liverpool, including the Chinese Arch. I really got into the idea of thresholds and doorways when I was researching my dissertation. Fascinating.
I have an idea for next Sunday's sermon slot around the idea of 'bad' words. A white contestant on BB used the 'n' word to a black contestant - not in a nasty, hurtful way, she was trying to be 'street' and 'gansta', but it backfired. The black girl wasn't offended as such, I don't think, just completely shocked that someone would use that word so casually. The white girl said she uses it with her friends, but she's only just met this other girl! She has been removed from the house.
Anyway, I love words, and part of me thinks it's impossible to have 'bad' words. And yet, there are words I would never, ever use out loud. Why is that? How can a collection of syllables carry that much power?
I don't expect to answer that question in 5 minutes on Sunday. But it's giving me something to think about.
Well, I'm tired. Night, LJ.