I am still upset about all the car stuff and I am desperately fighting the urge to crawl under the bed and hide. The only reason I haven't done that yet is because of Dave.

Just tell him to scoot over. You should both be able to fit under the bed.

Yay, Deena, for feeling loved! 'Cause you are.

Just tell him to scoot over. You should both be able to fit under the bed.

Hee! Poor Guy is at work.

If the stars align, I may even get a puppy

And a boa constrictor?

I think agnosticism, in the sense that God=unknowable, might be the most understandable way to look at the world.

I used to claim to agnosticism, one more or less that basis. But as I went through a lot of soul-searching (so to speak, I guess) on that issue a few years back, I realized it was becoming less and less comfortable. Because while it might never be possible to *know* whether god exists, I *did* know on some level what I believed. And agnosticism started to feel like refusing to acknowledge or claim my own beliefs. I was raised in the church, and the church, and god, bring great meaning to many many people I love and respect. And so I'd always shied away from out-and-out atheism, but I got to a point where I couldn't do that anymore and feel true to myself.

*For me*, atheism is less about "there is no god" and more about "I do not believe in god." And maybe that distinction is part of the divide between the more evangelically-oriented atheists and the not-interested atheists. I have no need or desire to convince anyone of anything; I know what I do and do not believe, and I know that I didn't come to (or come to articulate) those beliefs lightly. That's

So I'm sitting here, browsing the Web (reading "Blogging the Bible," actually), and I keep hearing noises like someone on the other side of the wall is having rather meaningful sex, which is a bit odd.

Turns out it's the coffeemaker. Now that's disturbing.

Turns out it's the coffeemaker. Now that's disturbing.

You know in nine months it's going to pop out a little toaster oven...

I keep hearing noises like someone on the other side of the wall is having rather meaningful sex, which is a bit odd.

Turns out it's the coffeemaker. Now that's disturbing.

And yet probably fits into my religious world view today as well as anything. Coffee = nigh-ultimate good.

What is the term for someone who believes in a god (any one, really) but doesn't worship them?

You know, I've never once thought my coffeemaker was people having sex.

Maybe I'm doing it listening wrong.

Emily, when was the last time you heard people having sex?