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Random Saturday Morning Thoughts
Apr. 18th, 2009 10:27 am * The Maternal Unit, after 12 years, one divorce, two cats, and numerous false starts, has completely completed her Big Fucking Dissertation. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! And SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
My mother is totally awesome, y'all. And FAMILY COMMENCEMENT ROAD TRIP will be in a month and two days. (1 hour, 15 minutes on the Northeast Corridor Line being not much of a road trip, but still.) The Aunt is coming, and the Cousin from Chicago might just randomly show up as well. It also happens to be the same date as the Criminal Minds Supersize Double Stuff finale. So that will be a totally awesome day, methinks.
*The SOX! came back against the Doity Boids last night, to win 10-8. I got a little out of baseball last year for various reasons, one being that doing my undiagnosed Intense Obsessive thang about both spectator sports (Patriots, too) *and* work was shortening my life span. But being so very pissed this past week about the Sox losing made me realize how much I still loved them.
*Going home from Work yesterday was highly, highly strange. First: there was a pitched battle, involving about 15-20 10-11 year olds in front of the N. Quad. It seemed at least to have at least one adult supervisor, but I felt like I was stepping into that Monty Python sketch. The one about the Ladies Auxilliary reenacting the battle of Pearl Harbor in a mud pit. I barely got out alive.
Afterwards, waiting for the bus for 10-ish minutes, I was captive audience to a Street Preacher. Which, living in Boston for a while, I had seen before. But he looked like your average University frat-ish douchebag, dressed all in khaki shorts and a freaking polo shirt. A POLO SHIRT, people. (Yes, I am prejudiced.) Yelling a rambling, combative sermon to the passers-by, and causing me great cognitive dissonance. He was probably out there because this is University's PreFrosh Weekend, and there were tons more people than even your average Friday Night in the Square. He had an Accomplice, too, handing out pamphlets, which I politely refused, given that they would probably make me say something I would regret later.
Because, while I am an Agnostic, and have been so for a while, religion still fascinates me. I took a class in college on Islam (historical and cultural), and tried to read the Bible all the way through once. (Only got as far as Deuteronomy, I think.) So I respect religion. However, that doesn't stop me from feeling that yelling at people, ranting and raving at them on the street, about the love of God, is not the best way to go.
Must go actually change into clothes now. I have this Criminal Minds fic bunny yelling at me, and maybe some food will bring it out.
My mother is totally awesome, y'all. And FAMILY COMMENCEMENT ROAD TRIP will be in a month and two days. (1 hour, 15 minutes on the Northeast Corridor Line being not much of a road trip, but still.) The Aunt is coming, and the Cousin from Chicago might just randomly show up as well. It also happens to be the same date as the Criminal Minds Supersize Double Stuff finale. So that will be a totally awesome day, methinks.
*The SOX! came back against the Doity Boids last night, to win 10-8. I got a little out of baseball last year for various reasons, one being that doing my undiagnosed Intense Obsessive thang about both spectator sports (Patriots, too) *and* work was shortening my life span. But being so very pissed this past week about the Sox losing made me realize how much I still loved them.
*Going home from Work yesterday was highly, highly strange. First: there was a pitched battle, involving about 15-20 10-11 year olds in front of the N. Quad. It seemed at least to have at least one adult supervisor, but I felt like I was stepping into that Monty Python sketch. The one about the Ladies Auxilliary reenacting the battle of Pearl Harbor in a mud pit. I barely got out alive.
Afterwards, waiting for the bus for 10-ish minutes, I was captive audience to a Street Preacher. Which, living in Boston for a while, I had seen before. But he looked like your average University frat-ish douchebag, dressed all in khaki shorts and a freaking polo shirt. A POLO SHIRT, people. (Yes, I am prejudiced.) Yelling a rambling, combative sermon to the passers-by, and causing me great cognitive dissonance. He was probably out there because this is University's PreFrosh Weekend, and there were tons more people than even your average Friday Night in the Square. He had an Accomplice, too, handing out pamphlets, which I politely refused, given that they would probably make me say something I would regret later.
Because, while I am an Agnostic, and have been so for a while, religion still fascinates me. I took a class in college on Islam (historical and cultural), and tried to read the Bible all the way through once. (Only got as far as Deuteronomy, I think.) So I respect religion. However, that doesn't stop me from feeling that yelling at people, ranting and raving at them on the street, about the love of God, is not the best way to go.
Must go actually change into clothes now. I have this Criminal Minds fic bunny yelling at me, and maybe some food will bring it out.
