Introductions, Salutations, and whatever not

[giallarhorn]

Congragulations to myself; I now have a livejournal aka blog site that I once swore I would never venture near even with a ten foot stick. But, alas, even the greatest of us saints fall, for such is the sorry fate of humanity and the bunch of us. Life is ever the shame, I suppose. But if I were to ever lay the blame upon someone, not that I ever

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[magic_7_words]

Good gracious, I didn't realize you were there. Um, hello and welcome to Livejournal?

[giallarhorn]

Well, I'm here. I'd like to say I'm everywhere as well, but that's sadly not true (yet; I'm working on that). But I exist, or I may not. Still haven't decided on that entirely.
But hello back, and I still haven't gotten to launch my long speech of disappointment to you for reading that dreaded book. My faith in humanity dropped by that much that day. And I don't think I'm going to be able to accept that you did, at least not till I get to reading it.

[magic_7_words]

My dear cynic, you have to know your opposition. The accumulation of knowledge is never a bad thing. Consider the unfortunate situation of right-wing Christians who, never having read Harry Potter, are forced to call upon blatantly untrue premises for their arguments, and are laughed out of court by the rest of us. Now that I have read Twilight, I am in a much better position to crucify it.

I won't, of course. I am female.

[giallarhorn]

Of course i have to know my opposition; that's the sole reason I read the Bible at all. That, and the sad fact that most of Western writing is stuffed chock full of allusions to it. You'd think they'd move to something more interesting now, like Norse or Russian mythology. But the means of which one has to sometimes take to obtain this knowledge is one journey I'd rather not take. Wikipedia was mostly sufficient for most of the time.

Oh, of course. The woeful frailties of the female mind are just so abundant as to refuse the just dreadful crucifixion of this cherished book. Which is upon this chiseled brow does Atlas shoulder his burden, when he should just shrug.