If we were all nicer, Perkins life might be less fraught.

But ours would be so much more boring.

Mini-meara:

My reasoning was, I couldn't subject anyone, not even Hitler, to eternal hellfire (Presbyterian, we were - big on the hellfire). If God is by definition more loving and forgiving than a human can ever be, then He couldn't either. Therefore the God I was being taught about who could and did send people to burn in hell for eternity was either not real or not the ultimate divinity. This got me branded an athiest in junior high school.

This is basically the reason I was agnostic for a long time. Then, I had a wonderful discussion with a friend (who wasn't pushy at all) and realized that I didn't have to believe in a vengeful God to believe in God. That day completely turned my life around. Not that I was a crack addict and saw the light, but more in giving my life more purpose and a lot less fear.

Actor Charlie Sheen refuses to accept the official explanation behind the terrorist atrocities of September 11, 2001, and believes the US government covered up what really happened. Conspiracy theorist Sheen claims New York City's Twin Towers fell as the result of a "controlled demolition."

The divorce begins to make a lot more sense.

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At the library where I used to work, someone posted a story about a similar situation at the reference desk. There were several students working at the database computers near the reference desk. The reference librarian noticed that one of the students kept throwing dirty looks at her, increasing in frequency and severity. Finally, she went over to the student and asked if she could help her with anything. The student replied that it was about time, since she'd been pushing the help button for 10 minutes!

Of course, in typing this, I realize that modern keyboards no longer have help buttons, but back in the dark ages (perhaps late '80s), many of them used to, and this story was much funnier.

I realize that modern keyboards no longer have help buttons, but back in the dark ages (perhaps late '80s), many of them used to, and this story was much funnier.

Which is why you should update the story to say the F1 key instead.

Don't you want me to be happy?

Hmm.

If we were all nicer, Perkins life might be less fraught.

But ours would be so much more boring.

So my misery and fraughtfulness is necessary for your entertainment?

So my misery and fraughtfulness is necessary for your entertainment?

Let's just call it the curry on our goat of happiness.

That's still better than Aimee's bacon and Swiss cheese, I guess.

I could add it to the curry on the goat.

ita, are you going to let her desecrate the goat curry that way?

Good job, there, tommy.

Hee hee. I mean, oops.

are you going to let her desecrate the goat curry that way?

Em's under instructions to head butt her in the pubic bone if she even tries. Never fear.

Given I'm at the point where I'm smelling eddies in the space time continuum, I think it's an absolute miracle I've been pre-migraine ALL FREAKING DAY without going over into migraine.

Not necessarily a miracle I'd have voted for, but still.

At least my 2006 Professional Plan is complete. Draftwise. Now, onto the next document.