Sunday, April 28, 2002

freak

Is there a more disturbing way to start the day than by scratching at the jellyish surface of your cornea, and watching it slide back into place? I can't really think of one... man, I swear it's like I've got no pain receptors there *at all* anymore....

[wrinkles nose @ last entry] (ugh, thinking too much like Alita again)

Saturday, April 27, 2002

it's not unusual

I've spent so much of my life guarding, defending, fortifying, preparing; I really shouldn't be surprised at my ability to cope on my own, anymore. But every now and then there is that free-fall shock of total isolation, however it comes, and I wind up marvelling at myself again: How did I get so strong? How can I ever be strong enough? Am I too paranoid, or overconfident?

The thing is, it's all relative; and when you're Alone, there *are* no reference points. Everything is relative. I suppose the true, deep fear there is that in isolation, you'll drift to a point where you cannot reintegrate (or, not easily).

[laugh] But it's not like I've ever fully integrated....

In other news, there is Zettaireido. What more could a pervy, sadistic, mazoku-esque chica ever want? (Volume two, perhaps?) I think I've just spotted a hole to dump my summer earnings in.... :P

Thursday, April 25, 2002

holy crap

(So, apparently I'm not allowed to edit my archive page. Thanks for making me look like a moron, Pitas.)

It's nagged at me lately that the whole reason the Catholic Church so excels at making itself look really, really bad is the ancient writ of papal infallibility. What it boils down to is "the Church is always right, no matter what, so shut up before you're excommunicated." This has, over the centuries, grown them into an institution slower, sloppier, and more corrupt, depraved, and cruel than even the American government (who for the love of Christ at least has the balls to apologize for atrocities such as slavery). So dismissing the requirement for celibacy, or *gasp* letting women become priests is right out of the question, as it would lead to the Catholic Church having to admit they were wrong.

Which, God forbid, is almost as bad as having to confess a sin.

To see what happens when Catholics appointed by other Catholics discover that a Catholic policy responsible for centuries of poverty and misery is a bad thing, read this.

None of this is to say I am anti-Catholic; I have a number of Catholic friends and neighbors, and they are all wonderful loving people, without exception.

But should I ever set foot in a Catholic-owned hospital, God help me.

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