Kind of drifting into the abstract in terms of how I see myself

When I get stuck on Pale Sky, I turn to fanfiction, and when I get stuck on fanfiction, I turn to livejournal, and when I get stuck on livejournal, I just shut up. Unfortunately, I never reached that last step this time.

( More pictorial observations. This time, about Victoria Beckham. )

Anyway. I was thinking about religion a bit, what with all the recent family church-going-time engendered by the holidays.

( Double-dipping on the Christmas religious requirements, aka, I Am A Terrible Catholic )

I just had a phone call from a member who was very anxious about one of our meetings being held in DC. He is afraid of terrorists, you see, and he does not want to be on a plane that gets flown into a federal building. I spent ten minutes gently reassuring him that yes, even though we have a high ratio of federal and Generally Historically Significant buildings, we’re not normally in the habit of having had planes flown into them. And even though we have recently been the Murder Capital of the country—in your face, New York!—we’re totally working on that, and now we are only the thirteenth most dangerous city in the country.

What about Baltimore? he asked me. I pretended not to hear him.

( Other work-related news: my greatest fear has come to pass. )

When I re-read the previous two paragraphs in juxtaposition with each other, I realized I had to go back and change the moral. The moral of the story is, be yourself, unless by being yourself you are an idiot, in which case, totally don’t be yourself.

Tune in next entry for razzing on Stephen King.