Monday, December 1, 2008
Saturday, November 29, 2008
A Rant and a Prayer
Just to be clear, I am not Christian. I do have a personal relationship with Jesus, but I don't consider Him my Savior - I get the impression He trusts me to save myself should I need it (which doesn't seem to be the case anyway).
For years I have watched the holiday shopping insanity with bemusement and some sadness. When and why did Christians become not only okay with the massive commercialization of one of their highest holy days, but the worst offenders of this annual madness?
How is it that I, who knows full well Jesus wasn't born in winter and doesn't worship Him anyway, feels so deeply offended at the materialism attached to this holiday, and the Christians in my life knock themselves out perpetuating the greed and financial stress of "holiday gift-giving"?
I must have missed the memo that the Pope sent out telling everyone to forget the old school messages of peace, love, and tolerance, and the proof of your devotion lies in the size of your tree, the lights on your house, and the pile of presents you give away.
Most years I just watch in silence. This year I can't. A death by trampling in one store; two deaths by shooting in a toy store.
Those of you taking part in this sort of thing have my unending disgust; those of you who don't only because you can't have my pity.
This is the year I take my stand and refuse to back down. I am not shopping for presents, and I am not accepting anything purchased. Some one has to point out the Emperor is naked, and in this case, he's not just naked, he's a rotting corpse with a death grin, and his poison is spreading faster than plague.
Am I alone in this? It doesn't matter if I am. I am shut of this whole business of holiday greed.
Jesus, on behalf of the sheep, I apologize. While Your message has been lost to many, I remember, and I keep it in my heart, and I will walk Your steps in serenity. Please help the blinded see their error, and give the weak the strength to share their love instead of baubles and trinkets, and comfort the bereft and hurting in this darkened season of pain and madness. Help us all to remember the joy and promise You gave, and be Your light in this time of need.
For years I have watched the holiday shopping insanity with bemusement and some sadness. When and why did Christians become not only okay with the massive commercialization of one of their highest holy days, but the worst offenders of this annual madness?
How is it that I, who knows full well Jesus wasn't born in winter and doesn't worship Him anyway, feels so deeply offended at the materialism attached to this holiday, and the Christians in my life knock themselves out perpetuating the greed and financial stress of "holiday gift-giving"?
I must have missed the memo that the Pope sent out telling everyone to forget the old school messages of peace, love, and tolerance, and the proof of your devotion lies in the size of your tree, the lights on your house, and the pile of presents you give away.
Most years I just watch in silence. This year I can't. A death by trampling in one store; two deaths by shooting in a toy store.
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?!
Those of you taking part in this sort of thing have my unending disgust; those of you who don't only because you can't have my pity.
This is the year I take my stand and refuse to back down. I am not shopping for presents, and I am not accepting anything purchased. Some one has to point out the Emperor is naked, and in this case, he's not just naked, he's a rotting corpse with a death grin, and his poison is spreading faster than plague.
Am I alone in this? It doesn't matter if I am. I am shut of this whole business of holiday greed.
Jesus, on behalf of the sheep, I apologize. While Your message has been lost to many, I remember, and I keep it in my heart, and I will walk Your steps in serenity. Please help the blinded see their error, and give the weak the strength to share their love instead of baubles and trinkets, and comfort the bereft and hurting in this darkened season of pain and madness. Help us all to remember the joy and promise You gave, and be Your light in this time of need.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Dire-y!
Perfect Xmess gift for the emo goths on your list!
124 pages, weekly style journal
featuring
Awful Anniversaries, Bad Birthdays,
Morbid Memorials, and more!
and artwork by
Sheta Kaey
124 pages, weekly style journal
featuring
Awful Anniversaries, Bad Birthdays,
Morbid Memorials, and more!
and artwork by
Sheta Kaey
Friday, November 21, 2008
A Little Story
Once upon a time there was an administrative savant known as Cally. She could run an office like a finely tuned machine. She enjoyed the challenge and predictability of her work.
Then arrived the monster, a horrible entity known as a PPO which had been fiendishly designed to separate poor Cally from her sanity.
Finally, Cally admitted defeat: the monster could not be tamed nor slain. So she planned her escape and all was going well for her future freedom.
Then, on her last day, arrived the mystery package. It wasn't really a mystery as far as the contents were concerned: she knew by feel the package had applications. The mystery was, how badly would the applications be screwed up?
So with the tender of the monster near at hand, brave Cally opened the package and determined the three applications inside were indeed very badly done, incomplete and unsigned.
"See, this is what I'm talking about," Cally said to the tender. "Look at these things! If I hadn't already given notice, this would have put me right over the edge."
"Oh, I know," the tender said sympathetically.
"No, really," she replied. "I mean it would have put me right over, fire axes, stuff burning, body count, not a good time!"
And so Cally expressed her relief to be free of the monster's horrific influence, and now plans to live happily ever after and never again work in health care for any amount of money.
Then arrived the monster, a horrible entity known as a PPO which had been fiendishly designed to separate poor Cally from her sanity.
Finally, Cally admitted defeat: the monster could not be tamed nor slain. So she planned her escape and all was going well for her future freedom.
Then, on her last day, arrived the mystery package. It wasn't really a mystery as far as the contents were concerned: she knew by feel the package had applications. The mystery was, how badly would the applications be screwed up?
So with the tender of the monster near at hand, brave Cally opened the package and determined the three applications inside were indeed very badly done, incomplete and unsigned.
"See, this is what I'm talking about," Cally said to the tender. "Look at these things! If I hadn't already given notice, this would have put me right over the edge."
"Oh, I know," the tender said sympathetically.
"No, really," she replied. "I mean it would have put me right over, fire axes, stuff burning, body count, not a good time!"
And so Cally expressed her relief to be free of the monster's horrific influence, and now plans to live happily ever after and never again work in health care for any amount of money.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Some Miscellany
First, an apology to my EC and blogging pals: assorted health issues have been preempting my timely participation and updatings.
Second, Twitter Haiku Day^ is next Sunday. Help Twitter go haiku!
Second, Twitter Haiku Day^ is next Sunday. Help Twitter go haiku!
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