I'm starting with the profane, because I'm a sucker for happy endings, so I want to end on a happier note. So, first, The Crap.

THE PROFANE

Sometime in the past 12 months, my church got a new liturgist. Sister Magdalene was replaced by Sister. . .somebody. I can't remember her name, but it may be because I've now got an instictive mental block. But ( Read more... )

So, I've been moving.

We got most of the big, heavy stuff done Saturday before last, but there was a lot of smaller things. . . I've been making a trip everyday after work, and twice each day on weekends, and I'm still not done (I have to be done by Saturday night, since that's when the lease runs out). But in the meantime, we've had hotter, more ( Read more... )

I’ve bitched before about the baby-boomers, the generation of Woodstock and endless protests. Usually, when I go into a tear on that generation, I’ve some general ideas in my mind of who it is I’m writing about. Various celebrities, media folk. . . and the mother of a certain friend. This woman is, to my mind, the epitome of everything that is ( Read more... )

Although not Anglican, and certainly never having been a hostage in Beirut, I find a certain sympathy with what Terry Waite has to say in this artice.

Just last week I was . . . lamenting to my roommates about my problems with the Easter Vigil Mass as it's been carried out these past few years.
As the mass has gotten longer and longer, more and more ( Read more... )

Oh amazing we!
Oh glorious us!
Behold our beauty! 
How we glitter and shine!
How we sparkle and glow!
Radiant are we, priceless orchids of perfection
Like pre-Fallen angels upon Earth

Our sweet, daring words
more truthful than Gospel
More sincere than the saints
more delightful than children

Never you mind the somber joyless spoilers
they with their ( Read more... )

Ever be at work, in the middle of actually, ya know, working. . . and get slammed with the feeling that there's something more important you need to be doing?

No?

Right, well, we all knew I'm weird. . .

It's horrible, in a way. . .what on earth could be so important that it overshadows work? Answer: I haven't the slightest idea. But restless and ( Read more... )

Apparently, I am currently a manifestation of Entropy. Everything I touch since I got home yesterday either blows up (the platter for the pancakes), spills (the strawberries for the pancakes), stops working proper at all (the keyboard to my laptop at home), or simply gives up the ghost with a "Screw you!" (the program I need at work in order to, ya ( Read more... )

I was scheduled to work from 6pm to 10pm tonight. I know this because, I checked, double checked, and wrote it down in my calendar. So I stayed up a bit last night after my first class, slept in, took a later shower tham maybe I usually would. And as soon as I stepped out of the bathroom, at 9:45am, my brother hands me the phone--it's work ( Read more... )

I'm going to indulge in some self-pity and whine about my day. Please, ignore me. . .

( self-pity and whining . . . )