I'm not Catholic, but in a comment on another blog I read, someone referenced articles about Gabriele Amorth, for years the Vatican's head exorcist. Some fun facts:
The Exorcist is his favorite movie.
He shares some theology with Verbal from The Usual Suspects ("The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist").
Some links to interviews:
http://www.vaticans.org/index.php?/archives/61-An-interview-with-the-Vaticans-chief-excorcist,-Father-Gabriele.html
http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/religion/1260364/posts
Mostly, I just love that this guy sticks it to the Devil on a daily basis.
Friday, March 26, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
More Acting, Less Drama
Shit been goin' down.
As one might expect when sharing a planet with other sentient creatures, there is occassionally tension. And sometimes outright conflict. And sometimes high drama that makes living as a hermit in a cave for the rest of my earthly existence look like an extremely attractive idea.
I'm trying to navigate it all as best I can, because lessons unlearned are repeated, and no more fun the second/third/fifty-seventh go 'round. But as frustrated and angry as I get with other people, I'm more frustrated and angry at myself for not being better at dealing with the confusing mess. And it's not encouraging to think that even if I weren't messed up and were perfect in every way (which, alas, I'm not -- I know, shocker!), everyone else would still be messed up and it would still be hard.
Hard is hard. Why can't all difficult situations be condensed into a movie montage with a rockin' soundtrack, so I could feel awesome?
And why can't I have more upper-body strength so that throwing and punching things would be worthwhile?
As one might expect when sharing a planet with other sentient creatures, there is occassionally tension. And sometimes outright conflict. And sometimes high drama that makes living as a hermit in a cave for the rest of my earthly existence look like an extremely attractive idea.
I'm trying to navigate it all as best I can, because lessons unlearned are repeated, and no more fun the second/third/fifty-seventh go 'round. But as frustrated and angry as I get with other people, I'm more frustrated and angry at myself for not being better at dealing with the confusing mess. And it's not encouraging to think that even if I weren't messed up and were perfect in every way (which, alas, I'm not -- I know, shocker!), everyone else would still be messed up and it would still be hard.
Hard is hard. Why can't all difficult situations be condensed into a movie montage with a rockin' soundtrack, so I could feel awesome?
And why can't I have more upper-body strength so that throwing and punching things would be worthwhile?
Friday, March 19, 2010
You Have Been Warned
I have decided that I am not pale; I am white hot.
You'll want to wear sunglasses if you come to Boston this summer, though. Wouldn't want to go snow-blind should you catch me in shorts.
You'll want to wear sunglasses if you come to Boston this summer, though. Wouldn't want to go snow-blind should you catch me in shorts.
Wednesday, March 03, 2010
Things I Would Do if I Had the Money to Be as Eccentric as I Want to Be
Wear costumes
Get a giant trampoline and/or moon bounce
That's all I've got at the moment. I'm a simple woman.
Get a giant trampoline and/or moon bounce
That's all I've got at the moment. I'm a simple woman.
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