Now a Turkish delight on a moonlit night
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ebonlockFinally got to borrow Aelf's "Rock the Casbah" mix gifted unto her by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cyranocyrano and it's delightful! Can't wait to get the entire set.
Only two more days in this office before we finally, finally move...I am counting the seconds.
And last night I dubbed myself "Accomplishment Girl" for managing to wash my car (inside and out), take out the trash, mow the front lawn, pick up mini-peaches, take care of the back lawn, sweep and vacuum, clean up after the cats, do laundry, and get my bedleh belt fixed up by adding some eye hooks to make it fit more snugly and securely. Go me! Tonight is shopping and trying to fix my bathroom door which hasn't closed properly in months, and hopefully some more crafting. The nicest part was getting the car taken care of, it's looked like utter hell for the last few weeks and I just haven't found the time to do something about it. The most frustrating part was having Pye decide to drag off my beaded bra or belt, or sometimes my pincushion, to play with. "That's not for the kitty, bad kitty!"
I also indulged in one of my dirty little secret pleasures last night:
Ok, so I'm usually a cynical, jaded person when it comes to sugary-schmaltzie stuff. I sneer at "chick flicks", laugh heartily at romance novels, and think the Family Channel is about as useful to me as Golf TV. But when I was much younger, more naive and optimistic I used to watch "Little House on the Prairie". I know, it's hard to believe, but I feel I can tell you all this. I mean we're all friends here, right?
Anyway, I got hooked on the show when they introduced the little street urchin character Albert, who I thought was adorable. Yes, I had a crush on Albert Ingalls.
So I followed the show, watched the two hour specials that came afterwards, etc. During my rebellious teen years I watched Albert become corrupted by the ways of the city they'd moved to and start hanging out with the bad crowd and become addicted to morphine. And then I watched him go back to Walnut Grove where he was diagnosed with a rare, deadly, but somehow tragically beautiful disease and died young and still very pretty. That episode was on last night and I could not turn it off!
See this is what happens when you flip through the channels randomly.
Thank you for letting me share that, I feel better now, lighter somehow. I guess confession truly is good for the soul.
And now for something completely different. I know I promised not to get all political here in my LJ, but this story is of some interest to my pagan buddies out there, so I'm sharing:
Pagans, Christians collide at Poteet Park
Sylvan Hearth Pagan Temple High Priestess Lianna Costantino-Cardon, left, extended her hand to Dean Moore Sunday in Poteet Park. Moore, a member of the Street Preachers Fellowship and a leader of the N.C. Bible Believers, refused her offer to shake, keeping his hand inside the sign he wore. For an hour, during which time Costantino-Cardon had planned a meeting of her group, Moore paced the park and shouted passages from the Bible.
Read the story, but I've gotta' say the picture above it really says it all.
It got me to thinking, though, that we pagans should start a campaign, we'll call it "Teach a Fundie a Hobby". See I figure that a lot of these folks show up to protest pagan gatherings, concerts, and occasionally sporting events to howl about their savior and how everyone attending said event is going to burn in the fires of Hell for all eternity, really just have way too much time on their hands. If only they had something more positive to do to while away the hours, you know? So if we all just make an effort to reach out to them, maybe buy them some yarn and some knitting needles, or teach them how to scrapbook, or garden, they'll be much too busy creating pretty things to get their undies in such knots. I think our slogan should be, "Put down the megaphone, pick up the knitting needles."
All we need are a few good folks with lots of patience, and a sincere desire to show fundamentalist Christians that there are better things to do with their time than to pester, bully, and attempt to proselytize to those who are quite happy with their own beliefs, thanks. Oh and for those who might be wondering, allow me to assure you that we pagans have no desire to recruit youngsters into our fold. That's really not how our religion works. Just thought I'd clear that up.
cyranocyrano and it's delightful! Can't wait to get the entire set.Only two more days in this office before we finally, finally move...I am counting the seconds.
And last night I dubbed myself "Accomplishment Girl" for managing to wash my car (inside and out), take out the trash, mow the front lawn, pick up mini-peaches, take care of the back lawn, sweep and vacuum, clean up after the cats, do laundry, and get my bedleh belt fixed up by adding some eye hooks to make it fit more snugly and securely. Go me! Tonight is shopping and trying to fix my bathroom door which hasn't closed properly in months, and hopefully some more crafting. The nicest part was getting the car taken care of, it's looked like utter hell for the last few weeks and I just haven't found the time to do something about it. The most frustrating part was having Pye decide to drag off my beaded bra or belt, or sometimes my pincushion, to play with. "That's not for the kitty, bad kitty!"
I also indulged in one of my dirty little secret pleasures last night:
Ok, so I'm usually a cynical, jaded person when it comes to sugary-schmaltzie stuff. I sneer at "chick flicks", laugh heartily at romance novels, and think the Family Channel is about as useful to me as Golf TV. But when I was much younger, more naive and optimistic I used to watch "Little House on the Prairie". I know, it's hard to believe, but I feel I can tell you all this. I mean we're all friends here, right?
Anyway, I got hooked on the show when they introduced the little street urchin character Albert, who I thought was adorable. Yes, I had a crush on Albert Ingalls.
So I followed the show, watched the two hour specials that came afterwards, etc. During my rebellious teen years I watched Albert become corrupted by the ways of the city they'd moved to and start hanging out with the bad crowd and become addicted to morphine. And then I watched him go back to Walnut Grove where he was diagnosed with a rare, deadly, but somehow tragically beautiful disease and died young and still very pretty. That episode was on last night and I could not turn it off!
See this is what happens when you flip through the channels randomly.
Thank you for letting me share that, I feel better now, lighter somehow. I guess confession truly is good for the soul.
And now for something completely different. I know I promised not to get all political here in my LJ, but this story is of some interest to my pagan buddies out there, so I'm sharing:
Pagans, Christians collide at Poteet Park
Sylvan Hearth Pagan Temple High Priestess Lianna Costantino-Cardon, left, extended her hand to Dean Moore Sunday in Poteet Park. Moore, a member of the Street Preachers Fellowship and a leader of the N.C. Bible Believers, refused her offer to shake, keeping his hand inside the sign he wore. For an hour, during which time Costantino-Cardon had planned a meeting of her group, Moore paced the park and shouted passages from the Bible.
Read the story, but I've gotta' say the picture above it really says it all.
It got me to thinking, though, that we pagans should start a campaign, we'll call it "Teach a Fundie a Hobby". See I figure that a lot of these folks show up to protest pagan gatherings, concerts, and occasionally sporting events to howl about their savior and how everyone attending said event is going to burn in the fires of Hell for all eternity, really just have way too much time on their hands. If only they had something more positive to do to while away the hours, you know? So if we all just make an effort to reach out to them, maybe buy them some yarn and some knitting needles, or teach them how to scrapbook, or garden, they'll be much too busy creating pretty things to get their undies in such knots. I think our slogan should be, "Put down the megaphone, pick up the knitting needles."
All we need are a few good folks with lots of patience, and a sincere desire to show fundamentalist Christians that there are better things to do with their time than to pester, bully, and attempt to proselytize to those who are quite happy with their own beliefs, thanks. Oh and for those who might be wondering, allow me to assure you that we pagans have no desire to recruit youngsters into our fold. That's really not how our religion works. Just thought I'd clear that up.
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Date: 2003-09-17 09:56 am (UTC)Did I ever tell you of the time I unknowingly hooked up with a 15 year old at a SciFi convention when I was almost 20? He *told* me he was 17! *sighs*
I was quite into the deflowering business at Anime/SciFi cons. As long as they were cute.
*Ahem* I'll go behave myself now. :x
I should show you the pic of me and a young lady at her high school prom...I was 28 at the time... And I've yet to be able to pass a seminary without sighing, I have this recurring fantasy involving de-frocking a young priest to be. So believe me you are in very good company here ;)
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Date: 2003-09-17 10:02 am (UTC)You must have *loved* the film 'the Marquis' (I think that was its name...)