Flash-Back Friday

I suppose now that I can post pictures, I should make it clear who this Kate person that I've written so much about is. (New here? "Ex-fiance" should just about sum it up.)



If only there were some way to have known that she was trouble, some kind of clue...

When I went on the cruise, I was understandably surprised at her new image.



I was even more surprised when, after the photo was taken, I was groped by the White Rabbit.


Guillermo: Professional Heretic

I worked on Sunday, calling up blood donors to remind them that they were eligible to give blood again and to schedule them if they would like to do so again. My co-worker Nate and I had an interesting discussion on religion. We have very similar opinions.

For instance, when calling people on Sundays, it is not rare for me to be admonished or berated for calling them on "The Lord's Day." Now, we're encouraged in our job to undermine people's various excuses, such as when they say they don't have enough time, or that their iron is too low, that sort of thing. We have prepared responses we can use.

So I prepared a response for this one, too.

"Correct me if I am wrong, but isn't there a Bible story about Jesus being charged with blasphemy because he was still healing the sick, the blind, and the lame on the Sabbath? I am calling to ask you to do very much the same, to help those in need, and yet you refuse in righteous anger because it is Sunday? I must be confused, because that doesn't seem very Christian to me. Of course, it may not be your fault, maybe you just never read your Bible."

I have yet to use this response. I'd probably get fired if I did. But I'm really curious how people would respond. Heh, maybe I'll make sure that my last day of working there falls on a Sunday.

I enjoy discussing religion, and even more so arguing about it. But hypocrisy is no fun. There is no greater argument that I can make than when those who claim to believe something make no attempt to follow it.

Play Ball

Dan R. and I went to the liquor store the other night to pick up some Bibles...no, wait, beer. You can build your own six-pack there. I grabbed a couple of Fat Tire, two Killian's, and a pair of Honey Brown. I lovingly refer to this combination as my "Dream Team," despite the fact that a basketball team has only five players. I don't see this as a problem, since I consider one a substitue in case one of the other beers is injured.

I handed the cashier my debit card to pay for my players. "I love people with clever cards," he said sarcastically. He was probably referring to the word "Stolen???" written on the back of the card on my signature strip.

"My only means of expression is the back of my credit card," I said solemnly as I handed him my driver's license so that he could double-check it. His only response was a snort as he handed back my I.D.

Like a Flame to a Moth

I watched The Mothman Prophecies tonight. Not one of my favorites, but I enjoy it. At work a couple of girls were talking about how they missed their boyfriends whenever they were apart. I found it interesting, and would have devoted more time to thinking about and/or discussing it had I not been working.

But that snippet of conversation came back to me while I was watching the movie. It will most likely never be the case that two people are always together. At some point, they will be apart, and I would think that it would be a good idea to know how to deal with that.

Then I tried to think about the people I miss.

It was difficult. Not to think of the people, but the realization that I don't tend to "miss" people so much as try to think about other things, to forget about them.

Which isn't fool-proof, obviously, because I'll do something as mundane as order an Ocean Water from Sonic and then drown in a flood of memories.

But then I'll forget that, too.

Eh, yes, well, I guess that's why I try to write everything down. It's like looking at a snapshot of your thoughts, Memento-style.

Goodnight.