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Tick-tock...
Aug. 25th, 2005 10:31 pmThe clock continues along its way. One again, my strange abilities manifest themselves. Totally unaware that there was a storm headed Florida's way, I suggested as an appropriate punishment for some of its more notable foibles than an Inherently Superior Hurricane be loosed upon it. Unto which I was linked up to the weather website, to which I found out, there was a storm headed that way already. That's either one for coincidence-powers or one for me being silly and not really watching much for television and such. Could be either.
Tomorrow's the last scheduled day of work I have. I've been there a year and two months, so it's been steady work the whole time. I could stay there for a bit longer if things don't pan out in finding employment elsewhere.
Outside my window, the sounds of a percussion battery getting shipshape. Also, the sounds of a marching band's newcomers tuning themselves up for meeting the rest of the group tomorrow in practice. I could have stayed on for another year. But it's probably likely that I'll get my graduate schooling assignments and go "zOMGSOTIME-CONSUMING!" and realize that I wouldn't have the time to engage in the rehearsals for the band. Which kind of sucks. If it's really like that, though, then it was a wise decision.
But I don't have to worry about other things. For instance, I don't have a potentially Hellish cemetery in the state. I have Hell itself, unto which I need to go grab and mail a post-card from at some time this weekend.
Through D.R.T., I ran across a highly disturbing sort of piece - someone who takes the idea of "putting on the armor of God" rather literally - to the point that he's published a guide to small arms for the Christian. Training and other materials available for the righteous remnant to wage war against the government. It's a 1999 piece, but it's scary nonetheless. Apparently, 501(c)(3) is the Mark of the Beast, according to this one, and that the churches are corrupt, the NRA is corrupt, and that the government is taking away Second Amendment rights all the time by legislating bans on any guns at all. Tin-foil hats doesn't even begin to describe things. It's what we think Pat Robertson would become if he wasn't sitting on a media empire and supporters who think him The Second Coming.
But there was also something highly entertaining. The concept of The Fairy Tale Academy as described is a tickling thought. Might be of the same nature as the book Fairy Godmother (at least, I think that's the title, and if it is, I should probably read it, as I like watching archetypes be spun on their head), and so I think it would be fun to imagine and write. Perhaps I'll put it with other projects and topics that I have on the to-write list.
Anyway. Bed-time for me, to contemplate the existence of the Dreamscape.
Tomorrow's the last scheduled day of work I have. I've been there a year and two months, so it's been steady work the whole time. I could stay there for a bit longer if things don't pan out in finding employment elsewhere.
Outside my window, the sounds of a percussion battery getting shipshape. Also, the sounds of a marching band's newcomers tuning themselves up for meeting the rest of the group tomorrow in practice. I could have stayed on for another year. But it's probably likely that I'll get my graduate schooling assignments and go "zOMGSOTIME-CONSUMING!" and realize that I wouldn't have the time to engage in the rehearsals for the band. Which kind of sucks. If it's really like that, though, then it was a wise decision.
But I don't have to worry about other things. For instance, I don't have a potentially Hellish cemetery in the state. I have Hell itself, unto which I need to go grab and mail a post-card from at some time this weekend.
Through D.R.T., I ran across a highly disturbing sort of piece - someone who takes the idea of "putting on the armor of God" rather literally - to the point that he's published a guide to small arms for the Christian. Training and other materials available for the righteous remnant to wage war against the government. It's a 1999 piece, but it's scary nonetheless. Apparently, 501(c)(3) is the Mark of the Beast, according to this one, and that the churches are corrupt, the NRA is corrupt, and that the government is taking away Second Amendment rights all the time by legislating bans on any guns at all. Tin-foil hats doesn't even begin to describe things. It's what we think Pat Robertson would become if he wasn't sitting on a media empire and supporters who think him The Second Coming.
But there was also something highly entertaining. The concept of The Fairy Tale Academy as described is a tickling thought. Might be of the same nature as the book Fairy Godmother (at least, I think that's the title, and if it is, I should probably read it, as I like watching archetypes be spun on their head), and so I think it would be fun to imagine and write. Perhaps I'll put it with other projects and topics that I have on the to-write list.
Anyway. Bed-time for me, to contemplate the existence of the Dreamscape.
