You know you're out of it when you go to check the door because there's a knock on your TV show.

[apocalypsos]

I'm thinking of selling a good chunk of my DVD collection. Partly because I could use the space, partly because I don't watch a bunch of them anyway, and partly because I could use the cash.

I'm also thinking part of this is because I'm sick of being behind on my bills. If my unemployment check shows up tomorrow I can just see myself turning around and saying, "Never mind!", but with my luck it'll turn out it was a waiting week when I thought it wasn't and ... well, bah.

*sigh*

I really need to get a part-time job. Of course, once I do there goes what little social life I have. GRRR.

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How is it I keep stumbling over these articles about marriage and how much truck conservative leaders put in traditional families? I've tripped over three or four links in the past few days, which you can tell because you probably all heard me screaming, "Marriage does not imbue you with tickets to the moral fucking high ground! You do not become better people just because you're wearing a wedding ring! Married people are not nicer or more honest or whatever than anybody else! Good people are! I'M A PEOPLE PERSON, DAMN IT! WHAT THE HELL IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?!"

*headdesk*

Also, creationists making the claim that evolution makes the human race into an accident and therefore lesser than what they would be otherwise? There is a such a thing as a GOOD accident, you know. And if you want to argue that, I'm sure that my mom (who was four months pregnant with me at the wedding) would LOVE to pick a fight with you. I've got ten bucks on her, twenty if she's allowed to bring her five brothers with her.

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My main response to the responsible writing thing that's been going around is that I love fiction more than anything, but if I have a problem with something that comes out of nowhere in a story I'm reading it's easy enough to step out of said story and go make myself a sandwich.

My bitchier response includes instructions on getting up out of my office chair and which shelf in the fridge the mayo is on.

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I think I'm in the mood where I need to hug a puppy or kitten or something. It's a good thing my mom's getting a new one in a few weeks. *beams*

EDIT: Oh, sure, NOW the first season of Project Runway finishes downloading. I was nostalgic yesterday, torrent. Sheesh.

Comments

[crevette.livejournal.com]

Married people are not nicer or more honest or whatever than anybody else!

I AM! ::makes neener-neener motions::

Sorry. Just... had... to... do... that.

I'm pissed to no end about how they're selling that shit to my daughter as "The thing you've worked all your life to achieve--Marriage!"

Bull-fucking-shit. My kid's greatest achievements are going to based on what she does for herself, not for her ability to choose a mate and pop out a few kids. (eventually, yes. I want her happy, but I don't want that to be the be all and end all.)

[smallship1.livejournal.com]

Hmm. I would never dispute that there are such things as good accidents, nor do I think that evolution necessarily makes us an accident. I don't have any entrenched position on religion vs. science; I usually just find myself reacting to what I see as badly or dishonestly formulated arguments on one side or the other. Usually the science side, because I kind of expect badly or dishonestly formulated arguments to be more common on the other side. Which may also be a prejudice. I'm rambling. Sorry. LJ starvation.

But...something in me revolts, violently, against the idea that there is no reason or purpose for us to be here beyond what we find for ourselves. For an individual, that's fine, but not for the entire species, and not for the entire frodding universe. Something in me wants there to be a reason. And while I know that wanting does not make it so, as long as it doesn't matter whether I believe or not, I will believe that there is a reason why we're here, and that some day we'll find out what it is.