All hail the hypnotoad!

How are Hypnotoad eggs, anyway?

How are Hypnotoad eggs, anyway?

Not great for use in baking, but make a fantastic Hypnotoad Eggs Benedict.

All hail the Hypnotoad Eggs Benedict!

Careful, those eggs Benedict will be a bunch of traitors!

I called the management office. Got bounced around to a hanful of representives. "I'm the new person in charge of repairs, so I haven't heard about these issues before..." Fine, I'll e-mail you the list AGAIN. And this time I e-mailed the president and managing partner as well. And it looks like they are "waiting on a part" for the elevator and it won't be fixed all weekend.

Be careful not to put all the Hypnotoad eggs in one basket. They could reach critical mass.

Elevator~ma to omnis, license~ma to Joe and mom~ma to Matt.

I wrote this post about three hours ago, and debated if to post it here or not. Between now and then, I watched Terriers and had late dinner, and I'm feeling a lot better. But what I wrote still valids (grammar?):

I don't need brackets, but this is the first Yom Kippur in the past few years I don't secretly fast in (secretly because my family is Oh So Secular); it doesn't feel like a special day at all anymore, so I don't feel the need to act differently. Somehow, in the past year, I lost this part of faith. Maybe I've gone native with too much sociology, "the secular science", but I fear I'm too scared to believe anything greater or more grand than structures of human lives and their consequences at this point. It's not that I don't find beautiful, fascinating things there - but I miss this unscientific, noble faith. I didn't thought I lost it until today. I know it was a hard year with a lot of blows for me to take, but I didn't thought it will seriously effect anything.

I guess it did. In the past few months, I grew short tempered and mistook it for growing a character/personality. I was easy to judge others' behaviors when these effected me personally, even though my basic faith in basic rights of all people grew stronger. And the weirder of all, I started crying at movies and TV shows - something I've never done before. Despite I found more positive sides to the processes above, I lost a perspective, a reason and an equant I have no idea now how to gain back.

And I want it back. I can't imagine an existence without believing in something greater and more grand and grant. But this year, I couldn't find the reason, the inner motive to believe.

Shir, perhaps you are just past the stage where faith was easy because it was unchallenged, and you're about to get to the stage where faith is deep and sure because it's been tested.

Whatever it is, it's way past the time to go to bed. Thanks, Connie.

Or maybe you are at the point where you can live knowing that this life and this universe is all there is, and that if the universe does not care about you people still do. I've been an atheist since I was five.I don't insist that everybody needs to share my view or try to convert anyone. But, honestly, not believing in the supernatural, not believing in justice beyond that made by immense human effort at huge costs, not believing that consciousness lasts past the life of this body is not a horrible fate. I mean if you hate not believing these things you probably will find a way to believe in them. But not the only path to joy and being a good person. Atheists are on the whole no less virtuous than the religious and not short on fun either.

Oof. I feel ugh. I'm pretty sure it's just a cold, but I feel like crap. This always happens at the beginning of the school year -- all the students bringing in the germs from everywhere, so everybody catches something from somebody.