Alright, well Hello again. I'm about ready for bed honestly, but I came over here because I like to blog, and because I thought maybe I would find a place to stick some comments.
I'll probably blog again over at Livejournal, I'm feeling some writing coming on. I do need to do my writing for the day, I try to write for at least an hour a day, sometimes online, sometimes in my paper journals.
I have a rough leather one that ties up. I feel like I'm locking a chastity belt when I close it, its great.
Spent a better part of the night trying to explain South Park to Dad, who seemed bemused. My brother and I were cracking up remembering some of the better episodes (Wal-Mart, Starbucks, Michael Jackson, Sally Struthers, the movie) and we decided to sit Dad down and get him to watch some Cartman next week.
Yes the show is fucking evil. Worse than that, they say things that I think but generally wouldn't say, even if I was trashed.
Actually when I'm trashed I tend to talk about the use of sexual liturgy in Gnostic Masses or something equally esoteric and offensive.
The reason is: I'm a religion major, and I'm an open-minded one. My forays to the edges of my mind in the past make me pretty interested in mysticism, and the Gnostics are one avenue I've explored. The Gnostics were the first and best heretics in Christianity, if by "best" we understand to mean, they went the whole hog and then some.
Some of the things written by the Gnostics are as likely to be authentic as stuff in the current Bible, so its all very scary for my fundie classmates, whose idea of history usually doesn't extend past the last 50 years of American history.
If that, their views on the Vietnam War can be scarily out of touch with reality. Vietnam a French colony? What? And we stayed after the French left? I try to send them over to the library to check my facts, but they aren't into reading, unless its Billy Graham.
Anyway, that's just a sample of the rants I can get on when I'm trashed. It generally goes like that, and I come off like the Anti-Christ for pointing out that sex was seen as a sacred act by some Gnostic sects. And sometimes I point out that the early Christians might have been high off their asses too.
I've noted to my friends that I think I do shit like that because it keeps people at a distance. But then again, I really am just "being myself"; which is all the advice I ever get on dating anyways.
To me every party needs the Gnostics. Its bad form I know.
I guess as a heretic, the history of heresy interests me. And as King Solomon might say "...there is nothing new under the sun." So here I am doomed to rehash early Christian heresy, and guess what? - I love it and I hope someone will pay me to do it someday.
I wish this sick feeling would quit.
Alright people, well I'm heading off in another direction for a while. Going to comment a bit, look at more SG pics and then maybe find some fun at my livejournal.
Just being myself.
Tim.
I'll probably blog again over at Livejournal, I'm feeling some writing coming on. I do need to do my writing for the day, I try to write for at least an hour a day, sometimes online, sometimes in my paper journals.
I have a rough leather one that ties up. I feel like I'm locking a chastity belt when I close it, its great.
Spent a better part of the night trying to explain South Park to Dad, who seemed bemused. My brother and I were cracking up remembering some of the better episodes (Wal-Mart, Starbucks, Michael Jackson, Sally Struthers, the movie) and we decided to sit Dad down and get him to watch some Cartman next week.
Yes the show is fucking evil. Worse than that, they say things that I think but generally wouldn't say, even if I was trashed.
Actually when I'm trashed I tend to talk about the use of sexual liturgy in Gnostic Masses or something equally esoteric and offensive.
The reason is: I'm a religion major, and I'm an open-minded one. My forays to the edges of my mind in the past make me pretty interested in mysticism, and the Gnostics are one avenue I've explored. The Gnostics were the first and best heretics in Christianity, if by "best" we understand to mean, they went the whole hog and then some.
Some of the things written by the Gnostics are as likely to be authentic as stuff in the current Bible, so its all very scary for my fundie classmates, whose idea of history usually doesn't extend past the last 50 years of American history.
If that, their views on the Vietnam War can be scarily out of touch with reality. Vietnam a French colony? What? And we stayed after the French left? I try to send them over to the library to check my facts, but they aren't into reading, unless its Billy Graham.
Anyway, that's just a sample of the rants I can get on when I'm trashed. It generally goes like that, and I come off like the Anti-Christ for pointing out that sex was seen as a sacred act by some Gnostic sects. And sometimes I point out that the early Christians might have been high off their asses too.
I've noted to my friends that I think I do shit like that because it keeps people at a distance. But then again, I really am just "being myself"; which is all the advice I ever get on dating anyways.
To me every party needs the Gnostics. Its bad form I know.
I guess as a heretic, the history of heresy interests me. And as King Solomon might say "...there is nothing new under the sun." So here I am doomed to rehash early Christian heresy, and guess what? - I love it and I hope someone will pay me to do it someday.
I wish this sick feeling would quit.
Alright people, well I'm heading off in another direction for a while. Going to comment a bit, look at more SG pics and then maybe find some fun at my livejournal.
Just being myself.
Tim.