I've only occasionally made somebody laugh with a joke that didn't make them say "that's awful," first.

it's still trying to run

When I had one of those, Deena, I searched the Internet for the name of the program that Spybot found, and I found a bunch of references to the stealth file it was hiding in. A lot of times you'll get full instruction on extracting the little bugger, too.

Holy crap, Tep. That's...wow.

Chi, i think pants would be fine. Could you check with another guest?

Oh, right, that wedding. Wear whatever is least likely to contribute to the feeling that you should start a pool on how long the marriage will last

BWAH! Yep, that wedding. I've decided to just think of this weekend as a chance to spend some quality, uninterrupted time with the BF and an opportunity for him to meet my family.

I also feel kind of bad that I laughed like a loon at Erika's "bored now."

Heh. I laughed at it, too. And at Hec's comment.

You guys know it's just my way of saying "That poor guy!" despite the fact his business strikes me seriously, well, freak-ass. Mocking death is my gift. People that don't know me often think I'm horrible. But maybe it's a good thing I never made it as Lois Lane, hmm? My paper would get SO many letters.

I'm now reading The Science of God by Schroeder. It's sort of interesting in that it presents a case that the days of creation pre-Adam can be mapped to much longer time periods by time dilation which is something I've never seen before. However, there are some details that are arbitrary or I can't see any basis for.

My husband has become obsessed with me learning to knit. He's brought it up several times this week, and just sent me a link to this: [link] Yes, it's adorable. But the man has been married to me for five years, known me for seven. In all that time, the closest I've come to anything crafty or visual arty is gluing pictures of Sean Bean, Ioan Gruffudd, and the like to wrapping paper. Writing is my art. I make it with my brains, every day. Music is my secondary art. I make it with my voice every day to amuse Annabel, and on a more formal level every Wednesday and every other Sunday in choir.

But I don't want to knit, sew, scrapbook, etc. If I had time and money to knit, I'd use it to start skating again. And if I got more time and money after that, I'd use it to take some swordfighting classes.

Learn to knit yourself, DH.

To me, anyone who insists that the 7 days in the Genesis creation story equals a period of seven 24 hour days, is importing information into the text, which clearly states, that by which we measure time, wasn't even created until day 4. I do not mean to sound like a hardass. I do not have a problem with someone interpreting it that way for their own understanding. The odds of them being right or wrong are no worse than my own odds. I have a problem with those who insist their interpretation is the only bible-honoring one. I am arrogant enough to think my own interpretation, which refuses to assign a human definition of time for those first days, is more literalist, if less well defined.