YAY!
Spike's Bitches 23: We've mastered the power of positive giving up.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
They fixed the car for free!
And I heard that to the tune of "They got the mustard out!"
They darned well better, considering you just bought it.
5 cups of my favorite popcorn (popped) is only 1 Weight Watcher point!
The "the Bible isn't anti-gay" crowd will tell you that the sin of Sodom was their lack of hospitality... that the code of life in the desert was such that hospitality was essential for survival of the culture and once you offered someone shelter in your home their protection was even more important than the financial hit you would take if you couldn't marry off your daughters because they weren't virgins anymore (having been raped by an ugly mob and all).
Well, if you want to count Ezekiel as part of the "the Bible isn't anti-gay crowd," 'cause that's really exactly what he says. (Chapter 16)
49 Behold, this was the iniquity of thy sister Sodom: pride, fulness of bread, and careless ease was in her and in her daughters; neither did she strengthen the hand of the poor and needy.
50 And they were haughty, and committed abomination before Me; therefore I removed them when I saw it.
That's the interpretation I learned in Hebrew school, and the way it was presented in our Hebrew school textbooks. The word "sodomite" really confused me the first few times I heard it.
Yay, Aimee. What was wrong with it?
I tried to nap, and couldn't, because this apartment make different sounds than my old one.
Color me crankyish.
Flat tire on the way home. Bah. Changed (relatively) easily. Yay. Will need new tire tomorrow. Bah. Will not have scary tire blowout on the way to Cleveland this weekend. Yay.
People, I HIGHLY recommend that you buy and then keep in your trunk two things that you really need if you get a flat: WD-40 and a rubber mallet. They're inexpensive and they're the only way we got the tire off. The WD-40 got the lug nuts loose, and the mallet got the tire off.
Go, purchase them. If you have a flat some day, you will thank me.
Even with the WD-40, all the wrenching and yanking did a number on my shoulder. Bah. And now I'm missing a get-together-and-drink-at-a-dive-bar event I had been planning on going to, because I just don't want to drive on the donut. Bah.
But, all in all, it was easy to change and I didn't lose my shit, which I normally do in stressful situations. This "ther-a-peeee" and ADs must really be working. Huh.
Yay, Teppy, Conqueror of the Stubborn Flat!
Go, Teppy, with the automotive skillz! Color me impressed.
Yay, Aimee. What was wrong with it?
The little flap that switches the air from warm to cold wsa stuck and making a knocking noise from my center console. No big deal, but annoying.
There's a fairly famous pagan essay entitled "We Are The Other People" that addresses the whole incest/Eden thing. (In the context of How To Get Jehovah's Witnesses To Leave You Alone.)
I read a comic book-style tract of that name and dismissed it immediately as useful against such people when I realized it completely omitted the Great Flood. By the logic of that tract, everyone should be Jewish or Christian or Muslim because by literal interpretation of Scripture, which that tract uses, we're all descendants of Noah.