I had my first snow-fall of the year this morning. It was pretty brilliant...cold enough that the snow didn't melt on the asphalt, and then re-freeze. I did, however, fall and scrape my knee. That wasn't super fun. I resented myself, just a little.
Ah!
Lurve is in the air. And not, at the same time. There are loads of people breaking up with their significant others, a few red-eyed, half-weepy birds who've finally realised they just don't want to deal with it any more, and a couple of idealistic, happy young men who've dragged some poor girl along, into their lives.
NICKY! For one, is getting hitched. I'm not talking about the Nicky I'm madly in love with, who gives me chocolate croissants, which are not crescent-shaped, and free coffee with as much vanilla sprinkles as I want. I'm talking about whingey, Scorpio, confused, Joseph Fruit Nicky. He is getting MARRIED.
Insane, yes?
In the best way, I am horrified.
I suppose it's the way of things. When you're friends with hopeless romantics, they eventually pair off with other hopeless romantics, and do things like make babies and exchange vows, and rings, and all that nonsense.
Hah.
More power to the brave few.
I, like most people, am profoundly cynical, not because I don't think I have enough room in my heart, but because I have plenty of room, and I profoundly do not feel I should have to regulate my emotional temperature to suit the social climate.
Though, admittedly, my emotional temperature is decidedly below freezing at times.
It's cool, we can still be friends.
Conor Oberst told me that, though I'm pretty sure he's just another whingey hopeless romantic just wanting a woman to wash his socks and bear his offspring, and mix his coffee properly.
But I pray, most mornings, for Richard Dawkins. I'm not sure he'd appreciate it, but I hope he can at least acknowledge the thought. Maybe that makes me a little sentimental, but as slovenly-thinking as I occasionally can be, I hope he really, really follows, to the bitter end, the things he asserts, and draws the conclusions that are...right.
Even if he doesn't believe in objective right, and asserts objectively that there is no such thing. And it isn't the morning, but here goes anyhow:
Jesus, bless and keep Richard Dawkins, keep him safe. I know that You will, cause You love him lots.
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You know, Dawkins has gone a bit flaky in his stance recently. don't know if you've read it already, but check this out to see what I mean:
http://www.spectator.co.uk/melaniephillips/2543431/is-richard-dawkins-still-evolving.thtml
Apparently now, the belief that Aliens crated humans is a better one than the Genesis account of Creation.
Interesting, no?
Yeah, I've seen that already. I'm not super sure about Melanie Philips, though I do appreciate that he's realising that his vitriolic and uninformed spew against Christianity (The God Delusion) is only making him look a bit silly.
omg am I out of the loop or what!
everyones getting married and popping out the little ones now.
at least some of us are still sane
btw congrats to nickers if you see this! i'm really happy for you!
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