Life Is Not Purgatory

Dubya Dubya III (WWIII)
The world is at the cusp of a third world war. I read a lots of Noam Chomsky, and while I personally consider myself a moderate, I respect his opinions and agree that the United States is guilty of thinly-veiled imperialism.

If the United States goes to war without the consent of the United Nations, the backlash against western nations who support the will be massive. Pakistan, a nuclear power and a UN Security Council Member – will likely be unable to retain a cohesive government under General Pervez Musharraf. The extreme political and religious element of Pakistan, under constant watch and curbed through the use of military force will very likely be pushed beyond their limit and the limit of military power to control. When the dust settles, Pakistan – and it’s nuclear arsenal – will very likely be I the hands of a handful of Islamic extremists.

Should Canada agree to participate in this fool’s mission without the consent of the UN, it will very well be the dawn of a new era where Canada, instead of being a ‘terrorist haven’, in the eyes of the world becomes a target – much like the United States.

The fallout of this debacle is vast and clouded in possibilities. Will North Korea take the opportunity of a distracted US to seize the technological centers of the South? Will China exploit American weakness and take back its rogue province of Taiwan, perhaps even eying the untapped resources of Siberia with lust? Will Saddam Hussein target Israel with his concealed chemical, biological and possibly even nuclear weapons – if so, will Pakistan allow another Muslim nation to be targeted so heinously without reprisal? Will the current strife in the Middle East escalate to open warfare between Islamic states and the US/Israeli coalition?

I do not know. However, here is to hoping that we are not the last generation of man.

The Long Drought
Yes… I know. Shut up!

What to say… Work stress sucks. I am very, very – did I say very? – glad that I am done working audits for now. Staff morale is on the increase now that we ***Blanked out due to corporate confidentiality agreement*** and in March we will be ***Blanked out due to corporate confidentiality agreement***. Hmmm... Damn!

Personal life is much the same; I have given up on the waitress. I will carry on as normal however, so the ball is in her court so-to-speak. I am finding myself pining more after ‘Not Now’ girl, [BAD IDEA] but I realize that there is nothing I can do but wait, and while I am not renowned for my patience I think I can manage.

The live game went very well! Which is very good given we came off a very bad game and an uncomfortable downtime. Hard feelings and blurring of lines between in-character and out-of-character made it a very bad downtime for us as organizers. Factor in rumors of copious amounts of whining and sniveling and I was having a bad month, probably most why I ignored updating my weblog as I was trying not to write anything here while furious.

Anyways, I plan on posting more… I am going to suck up to Arthur to see if he can fix my computer and then I can post from home and stop frustrating my employers by using company IT resources for this. (PS – It’s my lunchbreak).

Mary Mary - Chumbawamba
Hail Mary full of grace, the Lord is with thee, blessed art thou amongst women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death. Amen.

Hail Mary full of grace, the Lord is with thee, blessed art thou amongst women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death. Amen.

No virgin me for I have sinned
I sold my soul for sex and gin
Go call a priest all meek and mild
And tell him, 'Mary is no more a child'
It's raining stones, it's raining bile
From the luxury of your denial
So I don't deny, I don't make do
I'll press alarms, place bets on truth

I'm so up and down, and I love what's not allowed
I was lost, now I see
And now I'm growing old disgracefully
Whatever happened to Mary?
Whatever happened to Mary?
Whatever happened to Mary?
Whatever happened to Mary?
Whatever happened to

Hail Mary full of grace, the Lord is with thee, blessed art thou amongst women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death. Amen.

I'll spit on floors, and do more drugs
Burn every bill, get drunk on love
Wear next to nothing in the pouring rain
Be a bad example and do it all again
I'll be uncareful, I'll cause such scenes
And I'll never talk of used-to-be's
Tattoo my face, I won't go gray
Be a dancing queen, I'm growing old disgracefully

I'm so up and down, and I love what's not allowed
I was lost, now I see
And now I'm growing old disgracefully
Whatever happened to Mary?
Whatever happened to Mary?
Whatever happened to Mary?
Whatever happened to Mary?
Whatever happened to Mary?
Whatever happened to Mary?
Whatever happened to Mary?
Whatever happened to Mary?
Whatever happened to
Mary, Mary, Mary, quite contrary
Mary, Mary, Mary, quite contrary
Mary, Mary, Mary, quite contrary
Mary, Mary, Mary, quite contrary

Nema. Htaed ruo fo ruoh eht ta dna won srennis su rof yarp, Dog fo Rehtom, Yram Yloh. Susej, bmow yht fo tiufr eht si desselb dna nemow tsgnoma uoht tra desselb, eeht htiw si Drol eht, ecarg fo lluf Yram Liah.

Piles Of Paper
I have a mountain of paperwork to do today. Some for work, some for LRPS, and a ton of stuff to do for Purgatory. Yikes!

I think I am going to get the Raelian cult to clone me.

Wrap Your Arms Around Me - Barenaked Ladies
I concede that you were right about this place
I can make a perfect likeness of your body if I trace
I can hold you until you turn out the light
and I can't see

Do you believe that we are all innately good
Do you think that you would love me until tomorrow if you could
Would you please turn down the radio
so we can speak

I put my hands around your neck and you wrap your arms around me
Put my hands around your neck and you wrap your arms around me
I put my hands around your neck and you wrap your arms around me

I regret every time I raised my voice
And it wouldn't be that bright of me to say I had no choice.
I can kiss your eyes your hair your neck
until we forget

I concede that you were right about this place
I can make a perfect likeness of your body if I trace
I can hold you until we turn out the light
and I can't see
I can't see.

Sleepless In Edmonton
I used to be able to do this all the time... switch back and forth from days to nights on a weekly basis. No more!

It is obvious that my body has gotten used to *not* working graveyard shifts. I can't wait to hire someone and get them trained in audit... unfortunately the talent poll in that regard is awfully thin. It is like scraping the bottom of the skill 'barrel' and hoping somebody half-decent has somehow gotten stuck among the detrius. SIGH

On another (good?) note, I went out with the waitress again last night, and have basically managed to piece together an interest... but not right now. I'd ask for actual information, but of course I am a coward.

What Do You Hear In These Sounds - Dar Williams
I don't go to therapy to find out if I'm a freak
I go and I find the one and only answer every week
And it's just me and all the memories to follow
Down any course that fits within a fifty minute hour
And we fathom all the mysteries, explicit and inherent
When I hit a rut, she says to try the other parent
And she's so kind, I think she wants to tell me something,
But she knows that its much better if I get it for myself...
And she says

What do you hear in these sounds?
What do you hear in these sounds?

I say I hear a doubt, with the voice of true believing
And the promises to stay, and the footsteps that are leaving
And she says "Oh," I say, "What?" she says, "Exactly,"
I say, "What, you think I'm angry
Does that mean you think I'm angry?"
She says "Look, you come here every week
With jigsaw pieces of your past
Its all on little soundbytes and voices out of photographs
And that's all yours, that's the guide, that's the map
So tell me, where does the arrow point to?
Who invented roses?"
and...

What do you hear in these sounds?
What do you hear in these sounds?

And when I talk about therapy, I know what people think
That it only makes you selfish and in love with your shrink
But oh how I loved everybody else
When I finally got to talk so much about myself...

And I wake up and I ask myself what state I'm in
And I say well I'm lucky, 'cause I am like East Berlin
I had this wall and what I knew of the free world
Was that I could see their fireworks
And I could hear their radio
And I thought that if we met, I would only start confessing
And they'd know that I was scared
They'd would know that I was guessing
But the wall came down and there they stood before me
With their stumbling and their mumbling
And their calling out just like me, and...

The stories that nobody hears, and...

I collect these sounds in my ears, and...

That's what I hear in these sounds, and...

That's what I hear in these,
That's what I hear in these sounds.

Women Are An Interesting Species
So I went out for coffee with the waitress... her idea even! (Not that she called me). Anyways, I had to switch my schedule over to nights to work audit. I told her that I had to do this so asked if I wanted to go out for coffee after she got off work. I found out that she is dating a guy named Ryan, but isn’t sure if that’s going to work out.

There was the topic of what we want out of relationships, etc… and I think she’s interested in more than just coffee dates, but I’m not sure. I hate being a coward, but at least I have her phone number.

Stay tuned and I’ll keep you informed as the saga develops.

Flames Of Purification
Hmm... sweet burning flames. :)


You are burning


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Something Positive
Note to Self - Read this web comic more often.

You are red. You are impure, but noble. You are precious and true to yourself and others. When you love, you love entirely, and will do anything to make your love happy. You are sure of your identity, therefore, you cannot change others or be changed. You are a true prince, you may be forgotten, but without you, none of us could go on.

What inner color are you?