Same reason it's not tomorrow yet.

Yes this. I blame the mocha I had. though it did encourage me to smack down some WB PA.

I'm separating out my hardly wears -- by wearing it, and seeing if I feel good at having hauled it out of the closet.

Mostly not.

Well, not my fancy hardly-wears. The left side of my closet is sacrosanct.

But I've whittled down the right side something fierce, both by fit, taste, and just worn out.

But I've whittled down the right side something fierce, both by fit, taste, and just worn out.

OOH! I see shopping with ita in the future!

Oy. You know, the thing that really gets me about some of people who claim to be the leaders of Christianity in this country is the lengths to which they will go to emulate the man they base their faith on. I mean, just for example:

Pat Robertson, License to Pray to Kill

A reader alerts us to news of Pat Robertson's latest fatwa: Calling down the Almighty exact revenge for the town of Dover, Pa. tossing out the school board who mandated that "intelligent design" (i.e. "magic") be taught in schools. "I'd like to say to the good citizens of Dover: if there is a disaster in your area, don't turn to God, you just rejected Him from your city." >[link]

Isn't that just exactly what a vindictive guy like Jesus would do?

Grrr.

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Okay. So. You know how I was all SHRIFT SMASH this morning?

I'm... beyond that now.

Now I'm talking very slowly and quietly, and I'm pretty sure my eyes are, like, glowing. I just shoved an e-mail at my boss and said, "Look at this. Isn't this just... special?"

Listening "C is for Cookie" isn't going to cut it right now.

Well, not my fancy hardly-wears. The left side of my closet is sacrosanct.

This reminds me, I have to go through the wardrobe where the velvet stuff lives (the real velvet, not the stretch velvet) and try things on, then possibly have another wardrobe sale.

It's all purple right now.

But it's not quite the right purple. There's a bit too much white in it -- the plum isn't plummy enough. Mulberry's just weird.

I see shopping with ita in the future!

There's going to be some systematic work to be done, but I need to stabilise my weight first, and perhaps reconsider my relevantly recent decision to buy clothes whose fit is important (unless there's lycra involved, bless).

I'm "project managing" a conference call right now where people really should be listening to one guy and revising documents based on his requirements, but damn! They keep trying to argue with him. He's way more immovable than they are irresistible. And I want this con call done at one.

"We," Ham exclaims to the assembled, "are taking the dinosaurs back from the evolutionists!" And everybody cheers.

If I were there, I would have booed.

...a pastor named Ray Mummert delivers the line that both ends our tour and, in every real sense, sums it up:

"We've been attacked," he says, "by the intelligent, educated segment of the culture."

...

However, the rise of Idiot America today represents—for profit mainly, but also, and more cynically, for political advantage and in the pursuit of power—the breakdown of a consensus that the pursuit of knowledge is a good. It also represents the ascendancy of the notion that the people whom we should trust the least are the people who best know what they're talking about.

We are doooooooommmmmed....

You know what is annoying? When late paperwork spends 3 weeks on someone's desk (nagging ongoing), and then when the paperwork is reviewed? It is rejected for irritating reasons and must be redone.

If you wanted me to redo it, why didn't you say so three weeks ago?? This is paperwork that is 6 weeks late, by the bye.

And the person waiting for the paperwork? Of course she'll yell, but you can't tell someone that high up the ladder that it is literally not your fault because it spent 3 weeks unlooked-at on your boss's desk. Grrrr!

Why am I not allowed to yell? When is it my turn?

I'm separating out my hardly wears -- by wearing it, and seeing if I feel good at having hauled it out of the closet.

I keep putting things on, and realizing... No. I'm trying not to put those things back in the closet/shelves.