A History of God - re-reading

Went to church today and heard what amounted to a pretty good sermon. I don't understand, however, the fear and avoidance of ideas that is so often encouraged in Naz-dom.

Actually, book burning was mentioned, which gave me a heavy feeling in my gut.

I recognize that I'm angry at nothing in particular and looking for an excuse to hate any given sermon, but why do they make it so easy? Preaching against knowledge, against tolerance, against so many of the ideals I hold dear.

I've decided that I do no want my children raised in that church, no matter how good the people are.

Now, to break the news to Mom...

yikes.

Great anarchy Symbol

Wow, is there any way in which Penny Arcade doesn't kick ass?

Happiness

Happiness is a new puppy to befriend an old puppy (pictures forthcoming)
Happiness is your 2yearOld daughter holding your earlobes, one in each hand, and licking your nose.
Happiness is the cool quiet of evening in a small town, sitting on your deck and watching your children play in the safety of your back yard.
Happiness is an old friend visiting unexpectedly, and talking for hours and hours about the times, both old and new.
Happiness is the embrace of a beautiful woman so blinded by love to not realize that she could do better.

I am a very, very happy man right now.

The Donnas

Wow. They kick ass.

The need...

So ...
this beautiful woman, with whom i have the distinct honor of being intimate, watches a romantic movie while I'm reading back issues of penny-arcade. Later, while I'm drifting softly throught that magical space between sleep and wakefulness where dreams are lucid and life is what I want it to be; my wife is, shall we say, looking to the naughty bits.

(dreams filled with gabe kissing spider man, tycho pondering horseys, pokemon phone-sex, and fruit-fucker ... well... ya know - fucking fruit ... as it turns out)

While I must admit I was a reluctant participant in the ensuing carnal gratification, I was not unwilling. I understand, therefore, that the word "rape" is inappropriate in this context. It would indeed be demeaning to the suffering of the true victims of this heanous crime to even hint at the word, which has been hallowed by the fear, pain, and ruin of it's sufferers.

I will simply say, therefore, that I have been done serious and lasting physcial harm by my wife's aggresive and intense ... need. To whit - I cannot walk. No, seriousely - she hurt me and I'm writing this from my bed of convalescence because I CAN'T FUCKING WALK ...

So...

Old Fashioned Morphine and other songs of drugdom

Recently subscribed to 360-share pro. I'm a bit infatuated with these Kazaa-style music sharing serivices because they expose me to music that I wouldn't otherwise stumble across. If the music moves me, I try to give appropriate contributions ($$$) to the good people who went to the time and expense to make the good music. I don't feed hip-hop-poppies.

My current plan (which may change by the end of this sentence) is to drop some bank on old-fashioned morhpine...

This is a send-up of the old-time religion song as nearly as I can tell, although it is possible that they simply both have a common ancestor.

In my many music service travels, I have reached the conclusion that you cannot go wrong with any song named for or by artists named for "Morphine".

Confessions

Bless me Father, for I have sinned.

I confess that my musical taste, while eclectic, is painfully mainstream.
I confess to craving a drink badly. MMmmmm. Strawberry daquery...
I confess that i think i did the wrong thing in jan 2005 on a couple of different levels.
I confess to being astounded by just how much of what a human being IS is all to do with brain-chemistry.
I confess to being way too hard on my children the last couple of days
i confess to wondering, at times, if it may be better for them if i left
i confess to being deeply in love with my wife, and that nothing makes me hope there is a God like my children