I guess I have a lot of reading to do!
I love the paddles. They look like something out of the Burgess Shales, and oh by the way, happy 100th anniversary of the discovery of the Burgess Shales which passed this week.
Dreams with Sharp Teeth is HIGHLY RECOMMENDED. Mike, Paul, Keith, Jeff and I had a glorious evening of pizza, beer, G&Ts, wasps drowning themselves in our drinks (this being August in Vancouver and virtually impossible to avoid), me printing out songs of mine for Paul to put in his songbook, me and Paul hanging the Japanese door hanging in the R. John Caspell Memorial Pinball Parlour, pinball (Great Finagle, but how much better that thing works when it’s level), bodywork, cheesecake and fellowship.
Dreams with Sharp Teeth is a must see if you’re into Neil Gaiman, BSG, or the English language. The initial ‘interview’ sequence between Robin Williams and Harlan Ellison is PURE COMEDY GOLD. Also Richard Thompson does the soundtrack. Once again, how much do I miss sharing stuff like this with John.
Now I am trying to wheedle Jeff into getting milk so I can make waffles. I haven’t made waffles in ages.
Paul and I said to each other last night how much we missed small group ministry. You think it’s Newage Nonsense, but it’s not – it’s major amounts of stress relief for your poor ol’ brain. I remember the group meditations as being just about the only thing that kept me sane during a very trying period of my life. Earlier in the day Paul came by and remonstrated with me about my lack of a rear view mirror on my bike (as well as to pick up the sewing kit, which is going back and forth between our houses like a sorry assed ping pong ball) and then he went out and not only bought one for me and installed it free gratis he got me a couple of really good bungie cords too. All demonstrations of interest in my safety and comfort gratefully accepted, thanks. As soon as the weather cleared in the midafternoon I went to get beer on the bike, and what an awesome ride that was, the temp being perfect, and the only hitch was when I tried to clear the intersection at Mary and Edmonds and nearly got crushed between two cars, and pulled a muscle in my calf. It still stings – it’s a consequence of my ongoing L5S1 nonsense in my back, with the sciatic nerve pinging like a gas station bell – but I am taking painkillers PRN and otherwise ignoring it.
Also, I watched a DVD about church growth from a U*U perspective (man, it was interesting!) and had a long, interesting conversation with the minister. Also, I practiced guitar for two hours and worked out the chords for Catnip on My Shoes, which I had never done before, so I can actually perform it in public now.
And here I was thinking I didn’t DO anything yesterday.