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kleenexwomanWent to Mass twice this week. The first time was on Christmas Eve, which I didn't mind because it was a family thing, like temple. I did not like the church that Mom and Grandma took us to--the priest didn't seem to know what he was talking about, and I hate it when religious officials are less informed about their faith than I am. It makes me feel like a know-it-all brat. He gave a long speech about the commercialization of Christmas, heavily relying on the use of the phrase "X-Mas". The problem here is that "X-Mas" is actually a very religious usage--it dates back to the very earliest Greek Christians, who used the Greek equivalent of "X" (chi-ro, I think) as a code word for Christ's name in order to escape persecution. I really wanted to tell him about it after the service, but Mom thought it'd be far too rude to correct a priest.
I did manage to distract myself during the communion by:
• Wondering whether zombies had a religion, and if so what they thought about life after death. (I think about zombies when I'm bored. Zombies and sex.)
• Agreeing with my little brother that the priest blessing the wafers looked a lot like Emeril going "BAM!"
• Making up a philosophy of religion based on the existence of chocolate. It schismed over Hershey vs. Godiva.
The second Mass was today. Mom and Grandma dragged me to a Healing Mass. I am not sure why; I don't think I've given them any indication that I need to be healed of anything. The monk (an actual monk, with robes and everything! They still wear them) came around and blessed everyone, first with a relic, then with holy oil. I scrubbed off the holy oil but I've still got a big red blistery spot where he put it (IT REACTED WITH MY ACNE MEDICATION I AM NOT ANTICHRIST SHUT UP).
Mom wants to go to another Mass on Sunday. Apparently there is a very nice church called Kirk In The Hills which has a relic room and has tours after Mass. I don't think I could take another religious service this week, no matter how cool seeing rotted bits of dead holy people might be.
Story idea: Cloning saints. Or possibly zombie saints.
Have been working through huge pile of books I checked out from local library. We went in to pick up a book on tape for Mom, I gravitated towards the SF section and went a little nuts. I've got two Connie Willis books that I've read before but I love--one is called "Bellwether" and is honestly more sociological fiction that science fiction. The other is "Passages," is about a scientist who is studying Near Death Experiences, and is currently sparking a weird "Re-Animator" idea in my brain. I've also got a story collection that's supposed to contain stories that reflect the cultural and social issues of the 1950s, a couple of Nebula collections, the aforementioned Harlan Ellison collection, "Idoru" by William Gibson, and a Rudy Rucker collection.
Have also been trying to listen to "OK Computer," but it's not nearly as good as I thought it would be. The songs sound all the same except for "Fitter Happier," which I think is sung by Stephen Hawking. It is making me want to write about paranoia, though. But I've already used up my allotment of Philip K. Dick for this fandom. "Diamond Dogs" is up next, and after that I'll make a playlist of dystopian songs. Maybe I'll write something about a dystopian future. Would that be too depressing? I like dystopian futures. I like depressing things.
Apparently I am an INTP or NTIP or whatever you call it. Personality test thing.
I did manage to distract myself during the communion by:
• Wondering whether zombies had a religion, and if so what they thought about life after death. (I think about zombies when I'm bored. Zombies and sex.)
• Agreeing with my little brother that the priest blessing the wafers looked a lot like Emeril going "BAM!"
• Making up a philosophy of religion based on the existence of chocolate. It schismed over Hershey vs. Godiva.
The second Mass was today. Mom and Grandma dragged me to a Healing Mass. I am not sure why; I don't think I've given them any indication that I need to be healed of anything. The monk (an actual monk, with robes and everything! They still wear them) came around and blessed everyone, first with a relic, then with holy oil. I scrubbed off the holy oil but I've still got a big red blistery spot where he put it (IT REACTED WITH MY ACNE MEDICATION I AM NOT ANTICHRIST SHUT UP).
Mom wants to go to another Mass on Sunday. Apparently there is a very nice church called Kirk In The Hills which has a relic room and has tours after Mass. I don't think I could take another religious service this week, no matter how cool seeing rotted bits of dead holy people might be.
Story idea: Cloning saints. Or possibly zombie saints.
Have been working through huge pile of books I checked out from local library. We went in to pick up a book on tape for Mom, I gravitated towards the SF section and went a little nuts. I've got two Connie Willis books that I've read before but I love--one is called "Bellwether" and is honestly more sociological fiction that science fiction. The other is "Passages," is about a scientist who is studying Near Death Experiences, and is currently sparking a weird "Re-Animator" idea in my brain. I've also got a story collection that's supposed to contain stories that reflect the cultural and social issues of the 1950s, a couple of Nebula collections, the aforementioned Harlan Ellison collection, "Idoru" by William Gibson, and a Rudy Rucker collection.
Have also been trying to listen to "OK Computer," but it's not nearly as good as I thought it would be. The songs sound all the same except for "Fitter Happier," which I think is sung by Stephen Hawking. It is making me want to write about paranoia, though. But I've already used up my allotment of Philip K. Dick for this fandom. "Diamond Dogs" is up next, and after that I'll make a playlist of dystopian songs. Maybe I'll write something about a dystopian future. Would that be too depressing? I like dystopian futures. I like depressing things.
Apparently I am an INTP or NTIP or whatever you call it. Personality test thing.
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Date: 2004-12-30 03:06 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-12-30 04:12 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-12-30 04:17 am (UTC)I used to think about this a lot: do zombies have souls? I mean if one believes people have souls in the first place. If somebody becomes a zombie, do they have a soul? Does anybody give a shit besides me? Am I only thinking about it again because my brain is out of whack??
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Date: 2004-12-30 07:45 pm (UTC)And as to whether a zombie has a soul or not...I guess it depends on how they become zombies. If you assume a zombie disease like in the Romero movies, it probably wouldn't be an issue. If they're actually brought back to life with just their own corpses, it'd be an entirely different issue...
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Date: 2005-01-01 06:21 am (UTC)I found this, I think it's your gf's journal
Date: 2004-12-30 05:06 am (UTC)Re: I found this, I think it's your gf's journal
Date: 2004-12-30 07:48 pm (UTC)And yes, we did break up, and I'm still trying to figure out exactly what happened, thank you so much for stirring up memories which I am trying to suppress.
Re: I found this, I think it's your gf's journal
Date: 2004-12-31 03:20 am (UTC)Anyway, maybe that was why she refuses to have contact with you. If you really love someone, you don't hide things from them. This makes them think that you are stabing them behind their backs. By doing so, you're showing them both a lack of honor as well as telling them that they are not worth your respect.
Those are just my two cents... not looking forward to Teacher's anger when she sees what I have done... *sweatdrops
Re: I found this, I think it's your gf's journal
Date: 2004-12-31 03:28 am (UTC)I've found this to be untrue several times. Some things you need to hide because they will only bring pain. Sadly, the hiding messes you up. So in the end nobody's ever happy, really.
Re: I found this, I think it's your gf's journal
Date: 2004-12-31 04:23 am (UTC)by the way
Date: 2004-12-31 04:41 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-01-01 02:35 pm (UTC)If you want a really freaky Catholic body experience, The Incorruptibles is a good book for that. I think most of the cases are examples of adipocere, myself, but no one ever asks me. Italy was interesting for the sheer morbidity of it; someday, I really will scan my postcards from the bone church, I swear. Capuchin monkey pope! Pope-mobile! Speaking of which, have you read Stiff: The Secret Lives of Corpses? Now there's a book for inspiring Re-A ideas.
*is an INTJ and believes
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Date: 2005-01-02 06:00 pm (UTC)