"Listen, don't involve God in your weight loss issues."
- Scherezade
This 'no snacks' Lent thing is killing me. I had no idea how much I use food to assuage my boredom...and I get really bored lately, what with the Boy gone all evening for the past week. At least when I'm eating I'm getting some sensory input.
I did, however, get a reprieve today (Sundays are feast days, don't cha know), and I got to eat a few horribly over-spiced nachos while watching Canada slaughter the US Olympic team. I can't wait until tomorrow, when a bunch of American newspaper editorials scramble to put distance between themselves and the sport. Can't wait at all.
The game was terribly exciting, and much more fun than an NHL game - I honestly like watching the Leafs from time to time, but I can never quite get over the fact that they're hired guns with no guaranteed loyalty for my city. Watching Team Canada play - and thinking about how pleased they must be in Inverness to see Al MacInnis play in the Olympics - seemed more honest. I felt that they deserved my love more.
As for the win, I'm wildly amused by the fact that although it seemed like a fairly straightforward hockey, we actually won by voodoo magic. The people in charge of creating the ice surface in Salt Lake were Canadian, and they buried a loonie at centre ice. This created gold medal conditions for both the Women's and Men's team. The loonie is going into the Hall of Fame.
I wonder what the Mormons think.
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Today I brought my laptop into church so that people could see the website en masse. After I set it up in the Fireside Room, I was fiercely happy to see the computer ignored in favour of donuts, coffee and conversation. Damn, my congregation has its priorities straight.
I was also fiercely happy to hear people kick up an enormous row when Rev. Robyn announced our departure as a way of calling for volunteers to keep the webpage going. It's not everyday that a church congregation will loudly demand my academic failure, and despite their polite attempts to downplay their declarations, I loved every twisted minute of it.
(Actually, the wife of the Director of Student Placement is a member in good standing, so I may very well have my ass handed to me this semester...I mean, if that doesn't happen anyway.)
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2 years ago today: Fuck, I'll just do the one on the Thirty Years War.
