so this eating thing. I have eaten a banana, a slice of toast and half an apple in the last hour. My stomach is making terrifing noises, which I am going to assume means it was empty and happy to have some food. The other side of that is big nasty loud belches. So not office friendly, I hope this settles down quickly.

I have eaten a banana, a slice of toast and half an apple in the last hour.

Heh. You're on the BRAT diet. You need some rice now.

My favorite Woody Allen Big Question quote is "Dad, why were there Nazis?
"How the hell should I know? I don't even know why the can opener works."
Don't really know where I stand on ID, except opposed to the whacked-out "Throw out all the biology and replace it with THE LORD." kind. But do I think there's a Creator? Not sure. Although I say "Please, God, this." Or "Thank you, God." But I'm not always sure if they are metaphors or if I really expect Someone to be listening.

hmm, I was told raisons.

Phrase that makes me laugh:

just another weapon of craxy.

Once upon a time, in fact in Newton's day, there were metaphors in use of "Exactly what kind of god is this??" when attempting to reconcile scientific discovery to received doctrine. I find the "clockmaker god" particularly elegant, because, okay, clocks are just cool, and it's one of those theories where no proof is ever necessary either way. Basically, god built a clock, and every once in a while he winds it up quietly, and if we ever caught him at it he'd be a pretty lame god.

I mean, not that I believe in god, but if I had to, I'd tend to choose the elegant, reality-based metaphor over the one that is craxy-flavored.

I just got outed as a kravver in the training class. At least two people knew what it was an volunteered that is was more hardcore than the instructor's kempo.

Now I have to pitch the school in the next break to the woman next to me. I can't turn this off.

Today's new horror is they're upping the child-teacher ratio in my daughter's classroom, unannounced, in a week

I'm surprised they can do that without telling the parents. Even if the ration thing weren't an issue (and it should be) don't you get to know if someone *new* is coming in to watch your child/ren?

Me, I'm just waiting for the ID head honchos to successfully replace the fields of physics, chemistry, and engineering with more biblically-compatible disciplines and then embark on the maiden voyage of their prayer-powered flying machine.

Aaaaaaaand earwormed.

What she said.

I keep staring at my to do list for the day, which is all about stuff I need to do so I can go on vacation, and thinking, "why should I care? I'll be on vacation."

"why should I care? I'll be on vacation."

Yay vacation! You are taking a camera so we can all see the pictures and be horribly envious, right?