Coded green.
Pic of the day: The path becomes clearer when most of the leaves have fallen. Not quite saintly but aliveI was kinda sicky and did not go to work. My digestion was unruly. It is still not in the best of moods, I guess, but now I also have a bad head cold. Wrote NaNoWriMo, two chapters. I am not proud of it. There is a lot of sexual innuendo. I think that is fun, but my Christian friends think sexual jokes are sinful. I guess they are right. But I also think this is because they could actually have sex outside of marriage. It is just too far from me to take seriously. It's like science fiction or magic fantasy – I just can't take it seriously. If it were a real temptation, I would not laugh at it. But you could not just walk up to me today and tempt me to sex. It would take weeks, perhaps months, just to get me to the point where I could take it seriously. It's the same with money, really. You can't tempt me with promises of getting rich. You can tempt me with less and less. In fact, today some opinion research institute called me and wanted to send me some forms that would take a couple hours to fill in. "It's not worth it" I told them, "I'm not a typical Norwegian." "We want a broad sample. And you could win free travel worth $1000". (Or something. I don't remember the exact value, but at least that much.) But of course I don't WANT to travel. I want to be here. To walk to the shop a couple times a week, that's my idea of travel. "Sorry" I told them, "I've filled in such forms before, and they were for ordinary humans. I am not that. Bye." It's not so much that I am so saintly. If I were so saintly, I would not write sexual innuendo. Since when did saints ever do that? Well, you have Yahweh's prophets with their parables about young girls who wanted their breasts squeezed ... and you have the Song of Solomon ... but not lately. Anyway, it's not that I am so saintly. It's just that it is life's autumn and my leaves fall off, I think. But at least I got ADSL. I can play music from MP3.com (freee) without any delay at all. Stuff like that. And I can play a saintly paladin in Dark Age of Camelot when I occasionally have the time. Go me. |
Gray day. Was indoors. *sniffles* |
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