Yuck it up, Shi'a, but payback's going to be eternal.
Shouldn't Ogged be jumping over fire or making house visits?
Jesus died for somebody's sins , but not for Ogged's.
Shouldn't Ogged be jumping over fire or making house visits?
We made calls to distant relatives most of yesterday morning. The fire jumping happens several days after the new year, but I haven't done it since I was a kid.
I'll admit, it was my sins he died for. I am so ungrateful.
This is hysterical.
(a) There is a church nearby that I drive past daily with a terrible propensity to put messages very much like the post title on its stupid message board next to the road. It has, by turns, amused me, angered me, or made me sneer.
(b) Oh, hush. It's retarded, okay? It is. His blood, his feet, and lo he said unto them, What?
(c) Most easter candy is terrible. And I don't even like candy.
3, 5: The Patti Smith formulation -- "Jesus died for somebody's sins, but not mine" -- is good. But I've always been more fond of Crass: "Christ died for his own sins, not mine."
My honey was too cranky to do Persian New Year this year. It made me irrationally sad---I wanted to run all over town collecting items that begin with "kh" or whatever it is.
items that begin with "kh" or whatever it is
"S."
like I said, whatever
I wonder why he lacked enthusiasm.
We've been cranky with each other the past couple weeks---I think, I hope, it'll pass---but I did like the idea of assembling a sort of crèche and cooking a bunch.
I don't know why everyone's celebrating. Why couldn't that bastard stay dead like everyone else?
Coming soon: Unfogged establishes division over not just feminism, but religion. Let's not.
Spring is a good code for what's to be celebrated: there are daffodil and tulip leaves coming up here. I'll stray to the back woods to see what's up there. Think about bulbs. I saw recently that some of the trees that'll show gorgeous white flowers are defiant, and showing. I will clean up, out of respect for the land, some of the trash that the people throw about in their unblessed lassitude.
Homoiousios, of course. To the extent that I understand the question.
Spring means that miserable summer weather is on the way.
Fragment of the Masai Creed from the radio: He died and was buried but the hyenas did not touch Him.
21.---I never intend to listen to "Speaking on Faith," but then it'll come on while I'm in the middle of something else, and lo! suddenly I'm listening to an earnestly barmy scholar discussing the essentiality of creedal worship.
The fire jumping happens several days after the new year
This is in celebration? Suddenly, I worry about a Lakers' championship.
Sunday morning is when I remember that Boston University has a religious affiliation. Sermons and hymns on WBUR, Garrison Keeler on WGBH, Israeli folk music followed by sermon on WERS, and anarcho-syndicalist talk shows intermittently fading out due to cosmic ray (or possibly black ops) interference on WZBC. A good day for podcasts.
Huh, I'd forgotten that BU has a religious affiliation. But of course, it does.
Most easter candy is terrible. And I don't even like candy.
What are you, Eeyore? Have a peep!
PK this morning:
"When I went outside, I saw Luna sitting next to the carrot top and a dropped chocolate egg, and I thought she'd eaten the Easter bunny, and I said "bad cat!" to her."
"Did you *really* think she'd eaten the Easter bunny?!?"
"Yeah, I really did, for a minute."
"And all you said was "bad cat!"??? When you thought she'd EATEN the EASTER BUNNY?!?"
Mr. B.: "Well, and it's Luna. She's our kitty!"
It's Holi, too! Has everyone run around smearing colors on people?
I smeared some KoolAid powder on the dog, but she fell asleep before I could tell her the story about Prahlad and the snakes and the fire.
I worked at the pet store today. I sold three different ferrets disguised as bunnies, telling people the smell would wear off once their ears grew in.
I contend that this is the best possible use for Peeps.