A late response

I was today made aware of this somewhat old post that Simone ... um ... posted. I thought it amusing.

In the Christmas season spirit of bitterness, then, I thought I'd post this. For all you jilted lovers out there. And anyone else. If you like.

Oh, and try not to look at the lyrics before listening to the song. That might spoil it.

I hope that our few remaining friends
Give up on trying to save us
I hope we come up with a failsafe plot
to piss of the dumb few that forgave us
I hope the fences we mended
Fall down beneath their own weight
And I hope we hang on past the last exit
I hope it's already too late
and I hope the junkyard a few blocks from here
Someday burns down
And I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away
and I never come back to this town again
in my life
I hope I lie
and tell everyone you were a good wife
and I hope you die
I hope we both die
I hope I cut myself shaving tommorow
I hope it bleeds all day long
Our friends say it's darkest befor the sun rises
We're pretty sure they're all wrong
I hope it stays dark forever
I hope the worst is'nt over
I hope you blink before I do
and I hope I never get sober
and I hope when you think of me years down the line
you can't find one good thing to say
and I hope that if I found the strength to walk out
You'd stay the hell out of my way
I am drowning
there is no sign of land
your are coming down with me
Hand in unloveable hand
and I hope you die
I hope we both die

My awesome wife

Check out this very cool collection of Christmas cards that she made out of bits of scrap. They're designed to celebrate the incarnation, God stepping into His own creation, which is an absolutely mind-blowing concept. The series shows Jesus (Ie, the infinite God) involved in a series of mundane situations, with the title 'God in skin' highlighting the absurdity and the verses providing amusing reference points.

Enjoy some of my favourites.

Still only 'back-ish'

Everything is both relative and absolute. Everything has at least its existence as an absolute. Nothing exists in and of itself but in relation to the rest of creation.

When you make anything one but not the other, you run into problems in your thinking.

Back! mostly...

After a very busy holiday period and some craziness with computers blowing up, I'm hoping to be back in business soon.

Please pray that my motherboard isn't stuffed. :s I may possibly have managed to stuff it worse by trying to fix it, though I can't understand how I could have and hope I haven't.

The meaning of 'Kutuzov'

An excerpt from a conversation with Lubov Alexcyeyevna Kutuzov, my babushka.

PK: What does our last name mean?

(pause)

LK: I think, how do you say, 'booze bus'.

PK: What do you mean? It's like a breathe tester? *confused*

LK: It is where you lock people up. Not for being charged or going to prison but just for when they've had too much vodka.

PK: Oh, so like the watch-house?

LK: I guess so.

An apology

Sorry for my lack of posting. I've had a tough* week or two. I'll be back posting hard and fast soon, probably only a couple before this weekend, though.

*By tough, I mean in my head. The actual things I've had to do haven't really been too bad. College is over, which means all the things you put off because of college stuff rear their ugly heads.