Rev. 3:16

So because you are lukewarm, and neither hot nor cold, I will spit you out of My mouth.

Oh, well, if Revelations says so, it must be true. And not crazy at all.

Must...not...make...Spike...jokes...from..Bible..verses.

Oh, well, if Revelations says so, it must be true. And not crazy at all.

Hey! The crazy part is the best part of Revelations. That's it how rolls. Crazily.

Oh...yes...you...must.

Hil, if the Jewish Chapel is as beautifully done as the Protestant Chapel, you might find it interesting to at least visit for the interview.

Pretty much all interviews are done at the conference in January. There's a room set aside for interviews, and it makes everything simpler because everybody is in the same place at once, rather than all the applicants having to travel all over the place. The down side being that we don't always get to actually visit the school before accepting a job there, and sometimes people end up with a ton of interviews in a row.

Quick check with Michiganistas: Houghton, Michigan seems like a place where I would not be happy. Am I reasonably correct in this impression?

Oh, Epic, I should have been clearer. These dudes are crazycakes. Like they have a whole long list on a sign about who will burn that includes not only the usual gays and non-Christians but Catholics and Masons and evolutionists and, no lie, lukewarm Christians.

Gotcha. Needed context. Not supportive, uplifting types. The ones making the rest of us look bad. ::Will not get "Judge not, lest ye be judged" tattooed on forehead. Will not get "Judge not, lest ye be judged" tattooed on forehead.::

Well, at least they give me a better perspective on my former, nothing much wrong with him worse than upper-middle-class-white-privelege-and-a-bad-attitude-about-recycling-and-animals former pastor though.

Kind of you to try to explain, though. I didn't mean to imply that all Christians thought that way.

Never thought you were saying that, Hon.

Hil, if you're at all interested in West Point, it would be worth a visit for an interview, at least. (It's in Westchester, right? I lived in Ossining for a year. Nice area.)

The ones making the rest of us look bad.

Yes. The ones who lead my gay friends to wonder why I'm a Christian. (The ones who lead me to wonder the same thing occasionally.)

Sometime in the middle of the night last night, I woke up with a woozy spell (yes, they sometimes wake me up), and after it passed, got up to visit the bathroom and walk things off.

I am not entirely sure what happened then, but I remember thinking that lying down on the floor sounded like a good idea. Nice, cool, and not vertical. After a few minutes of that, and wondering why my knee felt ouchy, I got up, took care of business (so to speak) and slammed down three Advil because I had what felt like a hell of a sinus headache.

WORST sinus headache of my life.

Anyhow I finally wake up for real a few minutes ago, and realize that I've got one hell of a goose egg on my temple, and a slight abrasion. I'm thinking I smacked into the doorframe on my way out of the bedroom. I've also got a nice cut on the inside of my lip where I apparently got myself with my own tooth. I'm not sure how the knee got bruised.

In short, ow-fuckety-ow. Plans to do heavy housework today have just been put on hold. I'm sitting up in bed with an icepack held to the side of my face.

On edit: Now that I've had a chance to think, I'm starting to freak out a bit.