Tsk Tsk
Q. 17: Have we not then unawares leaned too much towards Calvinism?
A: It seems we have.
–John Wesley; Doctrinal Summaries, 1744-47.
note from me: I was reading this last week and it cracked me up. This will make little sense to you unless you know that I am a Methodist in a Presbyterian School. Or another way to say this is… An Arminian in a Calvinist environment. (tsk tsk… Bad Methodist Girl.)
Ye Gads
There is an art and science to this???
Mandate for a Massage
PISCES (Feb. 19-March 20): The daily grind is on the verge of crushing your spirit; you’re way too close to giving in to the petty pressures of everyday insanity. In my astrological opinion, therefore, you’re ready to indulge in what French poet Charles Baudelaire called “a taste for the infinite.” More than that: You desperately *need* to cultivate a voracious hunger for the infinite. Call it going back to your spiritual roots if you like. Think of it as talking to God or expanding your consciousness or meditating till your heart melts into a state of union with your eternal source. You’ve got to get yourself some deep and intimate communion with the Divine Wow.
~~is it completely sacrilegious of me to think this means I should go visit my massage therapist? (snorts the girl at Seminary)
New Obsession
Ok.. this is going to be a short post because I’m behind already today. THIS is strangely addictive. Don’t go unless you are prepared to get hooked. Heh
(if you solve Grand Master Level 6 let me know… I’m stumped)
In All Seriousness
Re: Lurking
Well, guys… I’m only half-kidding about the wall of shame. However, in the spirit of you catch more flies with honey (not to insinuate anyone is any form of diptera)… I am going to make an simple appeal for NON LURKING. No Threats (See Wednesday September 24 post).
Why not lurk? Many of you find this site by accident courtesy of GOOGLE.. It’s completely understandable for you to look and leave, especially considering this site probably wasn’t what you were looking for in the first place. However, if by some twist of fate, you see something that makes you stay longer than it takes to right click on the back button–Welcome! Glad to have you here. If, for some even larger miracle, you see something that begs for your comment… by all means, don’t be shy. We certainly aren’t! And if by some Cosmic Random Act of Grace, you like the place enough to comment… TELL YOUR FRIENDS. Heh.
HOWEVER… you knew this was coming… for those of you who *found* this site because I sent the link to you… and for those of you used that link and also call yourselves friends… well, you have NO excuses to not talk to me. It’s the INTERNET. You can’t catch my cold, my insanity is self-contained, and I only mock people I love. I mean it.
Some of you haunt this place daily and never say a word. It makes a girl wonder, you know? In my more paranoid moments I can’t help but think… maybe they *hate* the posts. Maybe their mothers taught them that if you don’t have anything good to say, then say nothing at all and so, they are being really quiet because they have nothing good to say. Or… maybe they don’t love me anymore!
Then I realize I’m being completely pathetic and get over myself. But I do wonder how you are. I wonder how life is treating you. What your dreams are and if you have had any good wine lately. I wonder if you bought the new Dave Matthew’s and should I? I wonder if you still like to eat Ice cream on cold days and walk in the rain with no hat. You know, I wonder. So– stop being such a mystery and tell me what you think.
Here, Have a Heaping Pile of Guilt
A message from management:
You know who you are… yes, you do. And we know who you are, too. LURKER. Yep, that’s right. We are calling you OUT! We know you are just cruising this site, thinking you haven’t left a trace. But you have. We know you are there… How? We use the FORCE, goofball. So… what does this mean to you?
Well you have two choices.
Choice A: You can actually comment for a change. Change is good. Really. It’s not that difficult… you just click on the link below the post and type away. It doesn’t even have to be on topic (although it’s nice once in awhile if it is on topic… just to appease the author, who has a God complex). OR…
Choice B: You can keep lurking and face the WALL OF SHAME. (dun dun dun!) We mean it, this time. We are gonna name names and sing like a canary. This is your last warning…
