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I changed my layout to go along with my new default icon. It's still a little too purple for my tastes, so it may be scrapped later.

Man, the things I do to keep from working.Okay. I will now spend the next two hours writing about the female trinity, then I shall walk to the library to pick up a book. On my way home I may stop off for a smoothie. This is a plan.

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Are you damned?
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Well, at least my best friend and I will be there together...

And damn. Still only have 1 paragraph of my archetypal symbols paper. I vow I will finish it and hand it in tomorrow.

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Doctor Unheimlich has diagnosed me with Prairiedaun's Syndrome
Cause:	poor dental hygiene
Symptoms:	neck shortening, extreme horn growth on forehead, frequent bowel movements
Cure:	eat more toast
Enter your name, for your own diagnosis:

Dude! Toast!

So. Went to the bank, got a Slurpee. Third Slurpee in as many days; need to stop, before I expand even further.

Talked for a little while with my former next-door-neighbor. We bonded over the fact that an old friend of our (well, more a friend of mine, an acquaintance of hers) seems to be guilting us into making contact with two girls who were my best friends in juniour high. The one just gave birth, the other has a son with a terminal disease.

I feel like a horrible person because I haven't. I've known for months now, and I haven't bothred. What the hell am I supposed to say to them? "Hi, congrats on giving birth, and sorry about your dying kid"? I mean, what the hell. I realize there's no way in hell I can know what I'd do in that situation, but I think I'd probably feel a little insulted. I've talked to the girl with the dying kid once in the past 5 years, and the other stopped talking to me before we even graduated high school (and there were only 111 of us in our graduating class- it's not like we never saw each other).

And I did say we were best friends in junior high- or rather, I hung out with them, and they treated me horribly a lot of the time. *sigh* I don't know. I may be remembering things differently than they actually happened, different truths, etc. Really, after my dad died I nearly completely fell out with them. I am so lucky I ended up with my current close, tight-knit group of friend almost right away. It was probably much healthier in the long run.

So. I feel like a horrible person. I don't think I am, but who knows. I try my best.

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ymi@shaw.ca <- Does anyone recognize that email addy?

Also, would someone like to explain what gnosticism is? All of the definitions I've found have been lacking. Don't worry, I'm not looking for some long historical answer, simply to understand what the belief actually is.

ETA: Also (mostly for arachne_weaves, because I know she's read at least the first one) the second draft of the "Sandman" movie.

Hmm. It's very interesting to see how they edited the story and put in in a format suitable to film. It's interesting to see both what they put in, as what they took and and what they changed to make it all fit.

Thanks to monkeycrackmary for pointing it out.

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I can't get over just how bad The Crone: Woman of Age, Wisdom, and Power is. It's just...she's so bitter. It seems like anything related to Christianity, men or being unfeminine is bad bad bad!

Crikey.

This bloodthirsty Son-killing or self-killing Father, who was one but also three; who professed to want good, but created evil; who pretended to love his mortal children while preparing for them a hell sadistic beyond belief; who ordained all things in advance, yet held humans entirely responsible for the errors he knew they would makel who talked of love and ruled by fear- this deity was hardly a product of rational minds.

Wtf, mate? Two paragraphs later:

Nonetheless, the women's spirituality movement has much to learn from close study of this God, created in the image of man, for he tells more about men than men can tell about themselves. This God and other violent gods created by men demonstrate the power of love cannot control men's lust to destroy their own species. It seems the only emotion that controls men effectively is fear.

Holy crap. *backs away slowly*