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 Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2006 11:17 am
Worst Valentine's present ever, huh?
Well, if it's Valentine's, I'm assuming you're not talking about the red and green sparkly shoelaces from my great-aunt that I got for Christmas one year when I was 10. I'm also assuming you're not talking about the year I was 8 and gave my sister a knotted piece of yarn and pretended it was a necklace. You probably don't even want to hear about the time my father gave me an old cast iron skillet and told me not to use it because it was an heirloom. (I love to cook, btw.)
But for Valentine's, there was the ex-fiance who gave me the runaround ("don't come visit on Valentine's Day, love; I'll be deploying the next week.") Or there was the time I gave a boyfriend his V-Day gift and then reacted badly enough to his thank-you hug that we ended up breaking up the day before V-Day. (In my defense, I did have a bad headache that day.) Do those count?
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2006 7:03 am
The valentines day items sucked this year, yes they did.
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 1:51 pm
I'm looking forward to St. Patty's. Every year, they dye the main river in my town green for the festivities and pretty much every pub in town sells green beer.
I've always wanted to try green beer. Just on principle.
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2006 11:27 pm
Just watched a special on the history of Christianity. Found out a lot of stuff about St. Patrick. Interesting guy. Wealthy kid from landed Roman/Brit parents, captured by Irish warriors and made to guard sheep. Had a vision from the Big Guy and ran away back to England, got made Bishop and was sent back to convert the Irish. Within a generation Irish went from being mad psycho fighter types to educated scriptorium monk types. Saved a lot of the works of antiquity from Vikings, those monks. No Procopius without them. No Anecdota. No story of Empress Theodora (snicker) and Justinian's Shapeshifting Head (section 12). Hoo! Good job. Normally don't celebrate St. Patty's day. Think I will this year.
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2006 10:22 am
My birthday's St. Patricks Day, which has left me with an unhealthy fear of the color green.
I always loved the legend that Patrick drove all the snakes out of Ireland. They hadn't had snakes since the ice age. He also drove out all the kangeroos, Tasmanian tigers, and giant tree sloths, but that rarely makes the news. . . .
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2006 4:39 pm
Yeah, but you can't say St. Patrick DIDN'T have a vision from God, because sometimes a vision from God is just: "Hey, it sucks being the catamite shepherd for a bunch of drunken macho raiders and wasn't it much better back home with the cultured and literate people? So what's keeping you here, kid?"
I mean, historically, we Christians have kinda had to take what we can get and run with it.
The neat thing about the story is that St. Patrick was equipped, from that rather lousy training, to return to Ireland and lay the foundation for monasteries that would Save Greco-Roman Civilization From Itself.
Shoehorning? Yes. But HOLY Shoehorning.
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2006 12:16 pm
Harbone Yeah, but you can't say St. Patrick DIDN'T have a vision from God, because sometimes a vision from God is just: "Hey, it sucks being the catamite shepherd for a bunch of drunken macho raiders and wasn't it much better back home with the cultured and literate people? So what's keeping you here, kid?" I mean, historically, we Christians have kinda had to take what we can get and run with it. The neat thing about the story is that St. Patrick was equipped, from that rather lousy training, to return to Ireland and lay the foundation for monasteries that would Save Greco-Roman Civilization From Itself. Shoehorning? Yes. But HOLY Shoehorning. Hey, no-one ever said a vision doesn't have to be practical. I'm always amazed that Patrick went back after that experience--that kind of faith and commitment is beyond my ken. I've got a lot of respect for that man. And yes, if it weren't for him we wouldn't have works like the Book of Kells, and the world would be poorer for it.
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2006 1:13 pm
Shun Azhriaz My birthday's St. Patricks Day, which has left me with an unhealthy fear of the color green. I always loved the legend that Patrick drove all the snakes out of Ireland. They hadn't had snakes since the ice age. He also drove out all the kangeroos, Tasmanian tigers, and giant tree sloths, but that rarely makes the news. . . . Cool. My birthday is the same day as the start of Crusades. Left me with a very healthy fear of organized religion and people en masse. However, I also share a birthday with Rembrandt...though I'm not nearly as good at painting portraits.
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2006 2:55 pm
Sacred Angeleus Cool. My birthday is the same day as the start of Crusades. Left me with a very healthy fear of organized religion and people en masse. However, I also share a birthday with Rembrandt...though I'm not nearly as good at painting portraits. It gets better--I'm March 17th. My Mom is March 18th, and my Dad's March 19th. The lovely woman I married is an Ides of March baby--March 15th. For some reason my sister (January 16th) finds March to be a rather stressful month to be part of a gift-giving family . . . .
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 7:06 am
So, I drop in after a few days away, just in time to see some skinny kid racing down the driveway as fast as his scrawny heels will carry him, pursued by Lil Brat in her Harley-fied wheelchair, cracking a whip of fire in the air! Well done and thanks, Lil Brat, for chasing him off the lawn - if you need a hand cleaning the grafitti off the walls, just give me a shout! blaugh
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 10:06 pm
Shun Azhriaz Sacred Angeleus Cool. My birthday is the same day as the start of Crusades. Left me with a very healthy fear of organized religion and people en masse. However, I also share a birthday with Rembrandt...though I'm not nearly as good at painting portraits. It gets better--I'm March 17th. My Mom is March 18th, and my Dad's March 19th. The lovely woman I married is an Ides of March baby--March 15th. For some reason my sister (January 16th) finds March to be a rather stressful month to be part of a gift-giving family . . . . Nice. I remember I used to live next door a boy whose birthday was the day after mine. I'm currently dating a wonderful guy with whom I share a birthday. ^_^ At least I won't forget his birthday. *is notorious for forgetting dates*
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Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2006 8:11 am
I have a friend whose birthday is the same day as mine, so we usually share an outing to celebrate. It makes it more special, somehow - and no, we can't forget! xd
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Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2006 7:51 pm
Shun Azhriaz Sacred Angeleus Cool. My birthday is the same day as the start of Crusades. Left me with a very healthy fear of organized religion and people en masse. However, I also share a birthday with Rembrandt...though I'm not nearly as good at painting portraits. It gets better--I'm March 17th. My Mom is March 18th, and my Dad's March 19th. The lovely woman I married is an Ides of March baby--March 15th. For some reason my sister (January 16th) finds March to be a rather stressful month to be part of a gift-giving family . . . . I should mention that I was born on the 13th of the month, a day after my own father (and eleven days after my mother). And I have 6 letters in each of my three real names. Oh, and my father was born in Roswell, NM, 1945. Well, actually it was right down the road in Artesia in 1943, but I was really looking for evil coincidences, there.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 2:25 am
Your father was younger then me. rofl
alleira
PostPosted: Sun Mar 05, 2006 4:11 pm
I have a friend whose birthday is the same day as mine, so we usually share an outing to celebrate. It makes it more special, somehow - and no, we can't forget! xd
My father and I were born on the same day and I'll be danged if I would want to dig him up for a celebration. If he were alive to date he would have been 101. rolleyes
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 9:21 pm
You are excused from the picnic. Unfortunately, my father, a great fan of Jeremy Bentham, plans to be mummified and encased in glass, so I'll have to continue inviting him to joint birthday celebrations long after his soul departs for what I hope is a better place.
I, on the other hand, plan to be cremated, in which case my wife will have to hold my post-hoc birthday parties in her Malibu Barbie Doll House. Not that I mind, well, actually I do because the outfits are itchy.
This is getting morbid and it doesn't make any sense. Also, my wife points out that she only has the three-story townhouse with the elevator, not the Malibu Barbie Dream House. I... I... I hate Barbie.
I hope I'm spelling the name of the inventor of the Panopticon right.
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