I watched Hillary Clinton on Letterman last night. I definitely don't agree with some of her politics, but she is a likable person - in a one-on-one interview anyway. I'm fairly certain she will be our next President. Letterman asked her what Bill will do? I wonder too.
Wet cigars.
I watched Hillary Clinton on Letterman last night. I definitely don't agree with some of her politics, but she is a likable person - in a one-on-one interview anyway. I'm fairly certain she will be our next President. Letterman asked her what Bill will do? I wonder too.
Sit-coms should only run a couple of seasons.
Short runs are better.I've always thought that most sit-coms should only run a few seasons, since the writing generally gets so bad after an extensive run. "Seinfeld" was an exception - the writing got better and better - except the finale bombed. Remember "Mad About You"? I loved it until the kid came a long - way to wreck a good show; have a baby. "Friends" got pretty bad after awhile - but since they were my only friends, it was hard to say good-bye. British sit-coms seem to run a few seasons only, such as my favorite classic, "Faulty Towers" - I still watch it on tape. The best sit-coms were short-lived. "Designing Women", "Square Pegs", "Cybil", I better not go on - these are all really old sit-coms.
Anyway, I think blogs are like sit-coms in that respect. I only visit about 7 or 8 blogs regularly, and maybe 3 or 4 daily. That's kind of a lot. I don't really know how many visit my blogs - I have the neo-counter but hate the scrolling so I never wait to see the total. I have SiteMeter, but I've never installed it. Whatever, I don't think I get that many visitors -except when I post about the Legionaries of Christ - I should make each comment I 've received on the Legion a post - hey! that's an idea!
The Internet is a curse however, or is it just the blog that is evil? Since I have started blogging I have lost touch with the real world. I lost interest in my job and quit. I lost touch with family and friends - okay - I was never in touch with them. I hardly go out to social functions - okay - that is all the same as well. I know - I don't watch TV like I used to do. Of course TV sucks because they cancelled all the good sitcoms. Anyway - I've lost my life to blogging!
I read too much news on line and miss the TV news where hardly anything is ever reported. But it was nice, it limited my scope and formed my opinion. I was so much more open to the idea of say, war with Iraq and nuking Iran. Oh, that's right, National News doesn't carry the nuke Iran story - yet. But you know what I mean.
As far as Catholic stuff goes, I was pretty darn happy not knowing about all the liturgical abuses and other crap that goes on in the Church. When you blog and surf other sites, you find out about accusations of bishops pilfering money (Bp. Pilla), or getting beat up in a domestic situation (Bp. Pellote), or some priest running around the neighborhood naked.
Speaking of gay, I don't think for a minute that Senator Craig is gay. Why can't we take a man at his word? He told us he isn't gay. He should have simply told the press, (ala George Michael's "this is what gay people do!") "Get over it, this is what bi-sexuals do!" Doesn't the "B" in GLBT stand for bi-sexual? And shouldn't GLBT people and their supporters be coming to Craig's defense? That includes Republican and Democrat politicians. Talk about hypocrisy. (Again, LOL!)
I'm burnt out on the gay thing though. And all of the Church weirdness gets old too. Especially the coffee and donuts non-issues; like talking in Church, what people are wearing, leaving Mass early, Communion in the hand, altar girls, female ushers, big bosom-ed cantors, etc.. And I can't stay interested in all that ordinary versus extraordinary stuff, who agrees or disagrees. I better stop with that subject however - some people have devoted their lives and blogs - in some cases they seem to be synonymous- to these issues.
It seems my writing has become more labored and cautious however. When I first started out, I just wrote whatever I thought about. I was much freer. After a year and a half of writing - which I've made a creative substitute for painting I guess (LOL!) - I feel more restrained - nay, restricted. I don't like that. I'm always worried about getting people upset - you know, some of the church ladies - male or female.
Once again, I'm thinking about cutting back or even quitting the blog. Although, on Abbey 2 there is a calendar of days which shows the dates I don't post. I'm kind of OCD about that - I hate it when a day shows up that I missed a post - it's like a time clock thing in a way - so I almost feel compelled to post something each day. (That's okay though, Adoro.) I don't know what I'll end up doing. Probably posting this will occasion a flurry of posts - a veritable renaissance. Every time I think of quitting, it seems I come up with stuff I want to post. So maybe this complaint will get me out of my slump.
For a long time I've always wanted to do a post on the costumes worn by certain organizations of Catholic knights - you know, capes and berets that are wrinkled and smell like mothballs, or marabou feathers that are grungy and dirty. I have a friend who is a Marist priest, and one time while we were visiting, as I was walking around his room looking at things, I picked up a huge blue satin skull cap. He collected art and antiquities, so naturally I thought it was something from a bygone era. Laughing I asked, "What is this?" Somewhat defensively, he replied, "That is part of our habit." On second thought, I better not make fun of what people wear.
Princess Diana
Tomorrow is the 10th anniversary of her death. I have been told Mother Teresa was very fond of her.
Monastic choir stalls...
"The Rivers Of Belief"Take me back to the rivers of belief...
Take me back to the rivers of belief,
my friend I look inside my heart,
I look inside my soul...
I promise you
I will return
- And when the Lamb opened the seventh seal,
silence covered the sky...
Take me back to the rivers of belief...
-Enigma
Trans-sexual-orientation? (I made that up.)
"Im so sick of this gay bullshit!"
My mother used to say things like that when she was tired of being nice. Like on my birthday, after the presents were opened and the cake was eaten, and I'd ask for another piece or something. She'd shout, exasperated because she had already been so indulgent, "I'm so sick of this birthday bullshit!" (Even back then I thought it was funny - although she had been serious.)
Anyway, I am tired of it, but I found the following article online, a report on how gay activists attacked a group of former gay people at a State Fair. Kind of interesting from a politically-correct = double standard point of view:
ARLINGTON, Virginia, August. 28, 2007 (LifeSiteNews.com) - Angry homosexual activists harassed and assaulted ex-homosexuals at the Arlington County Fair last week, according to an ex-gay educational and support group.
Parents and Friends of Ex-Gays (PFOX) reports its volunteers were distributing education materials on same-sex attraction and awareness of ex-homosexuals at their fair booth. Homosexual activists approached them and created a disturbance, spewing obscenities and dashing materials from the exhibit table. The group demanded that PFOX leave the fairgrounds, recognize "same-sex spouses" and rejected arguments that homosexuals could change their sexual orientation although they admitted they knew heterosexuals who had done the same. - LifeSiteNews
The article points out an interesting notion. Gay people will admit that a hetero can change and choose to become a homo - yet the reverse is anathema to their creed. How intolerant is that? (I never thought of it like that before though, a hetero becoming a homo, but it happens. I think they usually say they "realized" they were gay.)
Toe-tapping Music in the Toilet...
And waving at the guy next door...
U.S. Senator Larry Craig obviously heard about Minnesota nice and was just being friendly while sitting on the john at the MPLS/St. Paul airport. Clearly misunderstood, he was arrested for indecent conduct. Can't a man just do his business in the toilet? What's wrong with tapping your foot and snuggling it close to the man in the stall next to you? It gets lonely in the men's room - so a little wave under the stall, can't a fellow just be neighborly? Sheesh!
Did you read my post from the other day about what gay sex is all about? I had guys who worked for me at a local department store, fired from their jobs for being neighborly in the stalls of the men's room at the store. It isn't just closeted married men who do the tea room thing - it's a gay thing.
Larry's political career may be over, but he wasn't actually caught in a sexual act - so he will get off - no pun intended. What the incident does however, is raise the awareness of what gays actually do - often in public like this.
Blog comments...
It's a neighborly day in this beautywood!You people know I normally don't go back and check if you responded to my comments after I have placed them on your blog don't you? (Well, at Cathy and Angie's site I sometimes do - just because they are so darn funny. Cathy has moderation on though, so she sometimes will not post my comments. Should I feel bad? No, I really don't.)
The Crusaders...
(I loved that group - "The Crusaders" - with Randy Crawford of course.) Cathy has a good post on some local crusaders who go to dissident parishes and quietly pray the Rosary for truth. She has posted a schedule of where they will be.
I remember years ago, I used to bunch my Rosary in my hand as I prayed it so that people wouldn't notice. That is because the Rosary was considered old fashioned and people labeled you as a "Wanderer type" or "pre-Vatican II" if you prayed the Rosary and wore a scapular. That was the '70's - an era of flaming liberalism and charismatic prayer groups. Even the monks of my monastery looked down on the Rosary. Now I don't care if people see the beads.
The roar of the crowd...
A little Sunday morning kvetching.
Church was a tad obnoxious this morning. Sunday Mass is like a carnival at my local parish. I know I'm at risk of sounding too protestant - as Don Marco would say - but "I" don't like going to Sunday Mass at my local parish. "I" don't like the way Mass is CELEBRATED there - I emphasize celebrated because that is what the get together seems to be all about - and only about - celebrating.
I'm not at all a dour, crabby, grumpy old man - except after I leave a Mass like that. I'm not kidding when I tell you it was a roar of people talking and laughing as they filed into Church, knocking kneelers down, waving to everyone, shouting across the Church their comments on what their friend is wearing - "Cute top!" Then the piano bar breaks into a chorus and Father hastens down the aisle with his entourage, only to get into the sanctuary to ask us all to sit down for a minute while he does his warm-up.
Where the hell does this come from? He acts like a talk show host, warming up the audience, asking where people are from, pointing out who has an anniversary, throwing in a joke here and there. Then the penitential rite begins. Oops! I forgot, after the entrance song, we all had to introduce ourselves - more roars and laughter - then the warm-up took place. (I looked at this old lady in front of me, she just shrugged her shoulders and we both laughed out loud.)
Everything settles down until the time for the Liturgy of the Word. It is then that the little kids are called forward to go elsewhere for their own liturgy of the word, with song and every one's hand raised in a sending forth prayer made up by the liturgist. (Where'd this come from?) Then the real Liturgy of the Word takes place. After that - until the sign of peace - everything is more or less normal. Then the sign of peace - which is chaos. (I forgot, some idiot's 3 year old little girl was wandering around the sanctuary looking at the flowers while Father was giving the homily.)
Before the final blessing, we have to sit down again and go through the up-with-people novelty thing again. This time, those who are new, going for surgery, celebrating birthdays-anniversaries, what have you, each and every individual with some need or event in his life is supposed to stand up. The rest of the congregation holds up their hands with outstretched arms to pray over these people, with another prayer in song - composed by the liturgist. (Schmaltz-o-rama!) After the final blessing, all hell breaks loose - it is like a riot after a sports event.
Some Sundays I walk out of Church and think, "What the hell was that?"
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Come on now - Celebrate!
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Celebrate good times,come on! (Let's celebrate)
Celebrate good times, come on! (Let's celebrate)
There's a party goin' on right here
A celebration to last throughout the years
So bring your good times, and your laughter too
We gonna celebrate your party with you
Come on now
Celebration
Let's all celebrate and have a good time
Celebration
We gonna celebrate and have a good time
It's time to come together
It's up to you, what's your pleasure...
-Cool and the Gang.
Why can't I get the respect I'm entitled to?
Dialog from a dream I had about Cathy...Cathy: Did you scrub the bathroom floor today? DID YOU?
Terry: Yes, Mommie.
Cathy: Yes, Mommie what?
Terry: Yes, Mommie Dearest.
Terry: Yes, Mommie Dearest.
Cathy: Terry, when I told you to call me that, I wanted you to mean it.
(Photo: Cathy at her home near Como Park.)
"You can't handle the truth!"
Some people have their heads in the sand...
Most Americans, Catholics included, can't handle the truth. The truth about abortion - what an aborted fetus looks like, or what gay sex is all about and how some Catholic parents of gay kids condone it...
CathyBlessed Teresa of Calcutta
"To surrender means to offer God my free will, my reason, my own life in pure faith. My soul may be in darkness. Trial and suffering are the surest test of my blind surrender... surrender is also true love. The more we surrender, the more we love God and souls. If we really love souls, we must be ready to take their place, to take their sins upon us and expiate them in us by penance and continual mortification. We must be living holocausts, for the souls need us as such." - Blessed Teresa of Calcutta
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I'll be off-line for a while.
Post Vatican II Reforms...
Snarchitectural Digest.Look what happened to this Church after the renovation was over. I like the green rug and glass ceiling however... kind of a Hogwart's illusion thingie going on.
(Thanks to Jeffrey at Roving Medievalist for the photo.)
"What the heck goes through your mind?"
Private thoughts from the toilet... made public.
.My mother often asked me that question; "What the hell goes through your mind?", and I'd lie and say, "I don't know?" Another time a commenter to this blog scolded me and wrote, "You don't have to write everything you think about." (I thought, "Oh shut up!")
Most people who read my posts and are the recipients of my comments also wonder the same thing. So here are some things I think about when I'm engaged in mindless works, such as brushing my teeth and other stuff - geniuses do their best thinking in the shower you know!
Some things I thought about today while showering and shaving...
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Women and make-up. Why do they wear it? I have to admit that I like women with make-up - if they do it right. I love dark smokey eyes on women - like Janet Jackson used to wear - I've always liked women with eye-liner and heavy mascara. I hate colored eye shadows though - you know, how old women wear blues and greens, and you can see all the creases.
I hate hard, red lips - especially on blondes... now this thought came to me as I looked in the mirror, with foamy toothpaste dripping out of my mouth, down my chin, and I noticed that my lips were darker than the rest of the skin on my face. So then I wondered why and realized that is why women wear dark lipstick - you get it? I still like pale lips though.
Poop
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Have you ever wondered what happens to the stuff you flush down the toilet? Like where does it go? I know, the sewer and the sewage plant - but how does it get there from my house? Is it a continual flow of water that carries it away?
Crap
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Thinking about bloggers, I wondered how many there are who really do have mental problems - or how many are as Catholic as they seem to be? Don't you ever wonder about that? Then I said to myself, "Don't get started on that bullshit!" I drive myself nuts sometimes. A very long time ago, when I would drop acid - years ago - no one liked to trip with me because I'd get so intense about analyzing people and things. I always ended up freaking out because I ended up categorizing and pigeon-holing everyone, and I didn't like what I saw. I think that is why I now like mentally ill people so much - they do that - it doesn't mean they are right of course. I wasn't always correct.
BS
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Arguing with people. Why do people who disagree, while both believing that what they believe is truth, bother to argue or debate? Doesn't the one cancel out the other? Say you meet someone who by his lifestyle and actions is hell-bent on going to hell, and he doesn't believe as you do about salvation and stuff. Why not leave him alone and let him go to hell?
Doody
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Normal - in a way I always wanted to be normal, but when I looked around at what people commonly associate with normal - it scared the hell out me. Mental people often think they are normal - these are some of the types who blog. (Remember, I'm not normal, so I'm in another category. And both my Dr. and Spiritual Director told me I'm not mentally ill! Gosh! That means I'm culpable then!)
"Your life is in the toilet."
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As I was shaving, I had to wonder why I do it - shaving that is. (I haven't shaved in 3 days.) I'm just as ugly shaven or unshaven - why do I even care how I look? When I go to the store - which I intend to do in a minute - I'll see ugly fat people just like me who don't care what they look like. A lot of guys don't shave - well - some women don't either.
Why do women have to wear skirts and dresses? What's wrong with wearing pants - if they didn't wear dresses and skirts, they wouldn't have to shave - same with sleeveless tops. Women make their lives hard for themselves - men don't.
Bitch, bitch
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A commenter on another post on same sex sexual harassment was miffed that I excluded male to female sexual harassment. Hello! That's all we ever hear about anyway. She mentioned how guys always look at her boobs. I wanted to ask, well do you wear tight tops? Do you wear t-shirts with printing on them? Do guys read the printing? I mean, where are people supposed to look, busty? Dress like a slut - look like a slut - a guy is going to look... not that wearing printed t-shirts is slutty - not at all - I was just thinking of how some younger women do kind of dress, should I say, less modestly.
Impressions - snap judgements - we all fall prey to that stuff... it gets old - and we are usually wrong about something. (Except me - I really know a great deal about people...)
Old
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Speaking of old - Dyed hair. Not on old guys. Most women probably should dye their hair though - or at least get hi-lights. (If they dye their hair, they should always have hi-lights, otherwise it looks dyed, and that looks dumb. Just like women with tight perms.)
Somehow all of this leads back to eternity - not the cologne though. Every once in a while I get this "Ah! I don't know what" feeling popping into my consciousness. I once referred to this as a 'contemplative moment' and some bitch commented, "I don't think there are any contemplatives here" - she meant on my blog. (See how scary it is to reveal your true thoughts?)
Ms. Religious-know-it-all-I-have-a-degree-in-theology didn't get the point. What I was referring to was when sometimes, just for a split second, you can get a glimpse - it happens to kids all of the time - like when they are starring at the sky and the thought of eternity enters in, only to disappear before they can grasp it... faster than the speed of light. It happens. And when it happens, most of the stuff I think about seems pretty stupid.
Mindless drifting
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I wondered who is going to win "America's Got Talent" tonight as well. Don't you just love Sharon Osborne? She used to be a porker.
Then I was thinking how Chris Cuomo on GMA reminds me of Little Freak. I felt badly because Little Freak hasn't called, stopped over - even though I never let him in - he hasn't emailed, nothing. All I can think of is that he's found out the true me and doesn't like me.
(I think Fergie is hot.)
When my mother was dying and she and I were planning her funeral, she told me she was sure no one would ever show up because no one liked her. (That's where I got that attitude!) Her funeral was packed with people I had never met - losers she had often been kind to and befriended, as well as a few notable people. (A tear; forefinger tracing it down my cheek.)
We are all going to die - then everyone will know...
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Are you ever afraid that if people find out the true you they won't like you? I know! And that explains why I never socialize, talk on the phone, or write about what goes through my mind - although I'm kind of doing that now.
I have to go to the store, and the bank, and I want to make a visit at Church. They lock up in the afternoon, so I pull up to the door in my car, and sit there, making my visit from outside - since the entire church is really one big tabernacle - don't you agree? After all, Matt Talbot used to kneel in prayer on the church steps before the sacristan unlocked it for morning Mass.
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Anyway - I really have to go - but I thought I'd write about what goes through my mind. It changes all the time - LOL!
It ain't over, it ain't over yet...
The Monster that devoured Cleveland... Scandals.
Naked priests, battered bishops... Church scandals. The Cleveland Diocese now has a new one - embezzlement charges.
CLEVELAND, Aug. 19 — A former assistant treasurer of the Roman Catholic Diocese of Cleveland is to go on trial Monday, accused of taking part in widespread financial mismanagement and looting of church funds. - NY Times
It ain't over yet.
Doctor! Doctor! Mr. M.D.!
I think I have to see my proctologist, Dr. Seymour Butz, who will probably send me to my urologist, Dr. I. P. Daley. I hate going to the doctor.
Desperately sick people...
Internet addiction.A report out says Internet addiction is a form of OCD and is worse than sexual addiction, gambling and kleptomania:
Internet addiction is classified by mental health professionals as an Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, a mild to severe mental health condition that results in an urge to engage in ritualistic thoughts and behavior. "Internet addiction is not manifesting itself as an ‘urge.’ It’s more than that. It’s a deep ‘craving.’ And if we don’t make the change in the way we classify Internet addiction, we won’t be able to treat it in the proper way," Dannon said Friday in a release. - UPI
My first thought was about all of those people at work, wasting hours out of their day, surfing the net and blogging on the job. But the study is actually pointing to teens and people in their mid-50's as the true addicts. Obviously the office workers aren't being caught yet. Like gamblers who embezzle money from their companies to support their habit - Internet surfers at work pretty much embezzle time from the employer.
I consoled myself as I concluded, just like gay activists who persuaded the Psychiatric profession to remove homosexuality from the list of mental disorders - if we Internet addicts stand together - we can get this one off the books too. (Those pesky mental health professionals! Always looking for more business!)
Best new ad...
The new Old Navy denim ads are the best - the music is wonderful - the vocalist has a Billie Holiday style about her. In a time when Madison Ave. ads are on the down turn - business isn't good - Old Navy tops the charts with their new ad. Have you noticed how French looking and sounding some of the ads are getting?That's hot!
Hundreds get naked to expose Global Warming.Is it art or is it politics? (Maybe it's Maybelline.) All I can say is that I'd be embarrassed - you know - shrinkage. (It doesn't just happen to glaciers.)
Anonymous comments.
Closet snarks.I've never liked them - and obviously, they have never liked me or what I've had to say. I have to wonder however, why do they post anonymously? Are they afraid I'll snark them out - or somehow beat them up? Or are they hiding their identity so that others won't think badly of them for what they had to say? Or do they know me and occasionally see me - friendly to my face, but having another face they don't want to show?
Anyway - comment moderation is staying on and anonymous comments will not be posted in the future. If you want to say something negative that is fine - but get some balls and leave an identity.
St. Clare of Montefalco
Today is her feast day. As a young teenager she first consecrated her virginity to Christ, clearly comprehending the unitive power of holy chastity with her Divine Lover. She died in 1308; following her death, a crucifix was found miraculously inscribed upon her flesh above her heart. It is preserved uncorrupted to this day, as is her body.Blog breakdown...
Madmen
I can see it coming. There are indications of a wave of incivility erupting in the blogosphere of make-believe. I sense it when I visit other sites. It seems to be kind of cyclical. Some bloggers and commenters go through an 'all- sweetness-devotion and humility' period, eventually returning to their hyper-critical self... until suddenly, WHAM! The gloves are off! This is about the fourth time I've noticed it in my year and a half of blogging.
Some bloggers, and obviously commenters, seem to have a lot of issues - other than the subjects they post about. (Although it's fun to watch, I think I better be careful.)
Calling Miss Marple...
Dark at the top of the stairs.
"The Roman Catholic Diocese of Gallup is insisting its bishop was injured when he fell down the stairs at his home, despite speculation he might have been assaulted." - Las Cruces Sun News
And so the speculation and investigation continues. Bishop Donald Pelotte insisted he fell at his home, yet his injuries suggest an assault - which is why the doctors were obliged to call police in the first place. He had been discovered locked in his room at home after a representative of the diocese went over to check on him when he hadn't shown up for work at the office.
"The local Gallup Independent newspaper has published two editorials calling for a police investigation.
"From everything that has come out, we have no doubt that this is what happened: Pelotte was viciously assaulted and now he's trying to cover up either because he wants to protect the person who did it or wants to keep secret the relationship he has with the perpetrator," the newspaper wrote Aug. 11." - Las Cruces Sun News
"Gay. You're gay."
Daddy Bear...
I hinted at it in a previous post, but new revelations are coming out and I have to say - yeah, I was right, this priest has a history. Gerald at Closed Cafeteria has more. I'll bet it's a NAMBLA thing going on with this guy.
Post title: From KQ "Brainerd Cash Call".
Did you read the latest study?
Men are the most miserable in their mid-30's to 40's - not until the age of 65 do they start feeling better about themselves. I guess my 2 decade-long mid-life crises isn't so unusual then -like I'm supposed to feel better about this?
Where's Cathy?
Snap out of it!
"Cathy, you just can't walk out on Ray and I! Don't fall for that tuxedo-clad, soap-opera-loving charmer, Mitchell. And Vincenzo - so he promised you a film career - do you even know him? Think about all you are throwing away!"
Holier than thou...
Puritanism.I have been in this dark, dark, DARK mood for innumerable days. Lately I've been thinking deeply about penance and I got myself all 'doured-soured' out about everything - past sins and failures and all that kind of stuff. I was starting to feel like a rad-trad Catholic! Ick! Then today, it was like all the doom and gloom suddenly cleared away and I finally felt a sense of joy - for the first time in months! (Maybe it's because I just heard of another defection from the rad-trad-cult form of Catholicism. An uber-traditionalist wife just left her Feeney-ite husband. Too much religion can sometimes either cause one to lose one's faith or drive a person crazy. I personally think this woman had enough. I don't know if she left the faith, but the ubers think leaving one's husband is the same thing.)
Whatever, today I felt as if this great burden has been lifted off my shoulders. In a silly mood, I started thinking of things I don't care about, so I'll list some of them.
So yeah, here is some stuff that doesn't bother me:
* The Latin Mass in either form - I don't care if it's Novus Ordo or the TLM. If it happens to be the Novus Ordo - I don't care if it's in English or Latin.
* What people wear to Mass. I don't care if women are in camisoles - actually one was last Sunday - it doesn't bother me.
* Weddings - I've been invited to 4 this year and haven't attended any of them - and it doesn't bother me.
* Gay people - I honestly don't care if someone is gay - unless the guy is real femme or the woman is man-hating butch - that's just weird. If they claim to be Catholic, then I do care that they really abide by what the Church teaches - if not - they should stop pretending to be Catholic. If they are not religious, that's fine.
* Non-Catholics. I don't care if someone is Protestant, Jewish, Muslim, or Wiccan - just don't try to convert me or argue religion with me.
* Irreligious people. Same thing - just don't criticize me or my religion or try to argue with me.
* Marijuana. If it was legal I'd probably smoke it. However, it's not legal and it's a sin to break the law.
* Anorexic women. I think they are kind of attractive.
* Global warming - it happens.
* People who talk on cell phones in public - I enjoy listening to their conversations and pigeon-holing them by what they say.
* Motorcyclists without helmets and people who engage in extreme sports. I don't care if they kill themselves.
* Answering the phone - I don't.
* Cars. I've never ever been impressed with the type of car a person drives.
* Professional sports - I don't care about them.
* Celebrities - I don't care about them.
* Family feuds - I love the drama.
* Severe storms - I love the drama - it's related to family feuds - dysfunctional-ism.
* Working wives and mothers - at least they are not living off their husbands. (Oh lighten up! I'm kidding!)
* Harry Potter - I love the stories.
* Priests in or out of clerical clothing - that doesn't bother me - just as long as they are wearing something.
* Peace and justice radicals who are anti-war.
* Modern and contemporary art - I like a lot of it.
* Nudity.
* Talking in Church - I was letting it bother me and decided I was getting to be too 'holier than thou' about it. I've decided it is a waste of time to worry about things one has no control over.
* Smoking and people who smoke. (I do.)
* Crabby old people.
* Death - it's something we have to do.
* Nuns in secular clothing.
* Nuns in traditional habits.
* Fast food - although I rarely ever eat it.
* This post is starting to bother me. I can't think of anything else. Suffice it to say, there are a lot of things that don't bother me today. Maybe I should do a post about what does bother me?
What really does bother me is falling for the 'holier than thou' thing - it's such an easy trap to fall into - especially for bloggers.
Priests at the Minneapolis bridge collapse...
A friend from New York sent me this photo of local priests who were at the I-35W bridge collapse. I believe I remember one of the priest's names, and if my memory serves me, that would be Fr. Peter Williams - in the foreground.
Basilica of Santa Chiara, Assisi
The tomb of St. Clare is contained in this Basilica. I attended the community Mass here every morning when I lived in Assisi.The mystery of the battered Bishop...
Agatha Christi, where are you?
For some reason there is a mystery developing over Bishop Donald Pelotte, who told police he had been injured when he fell in his house. He had been taken to a Phoenix hospital with serious injuries doctors described as more typical of a beating than a fall. The Bishop isn't saying anything more, and the police are seeking a judge's ruling as to whether the police photos of his injuries may be publicly released.
So what's the big deal and whose business is it anyway? I think interested parties are looking to prove he was beaten - which may imply something more...
Let's go skinny-jogging Father!
Back to original nakedness?A priest was recently arrested for jogging naked one morning before sunsrise. (Story here) The 53 year old priest told the arresting officers that he sweats a lot... so... I guess being naked... helps?
Is this Mitchell?
Cathy
Social event of the neighborhood...
"Take Back the Night" or something.My neighbors across the street are insisting I join them tonight for their block party. I can't really pretend I'm not home or anything like that - they can see my house. I guess it's something to do with "National Night Out" - can't those people down the block just be content with a wave and a smile when they see me out in the yard, or when I drive by? (I'm sure that crazy woman with the kids will be there too.) Do I have to bring some kind of picket sign? Is this about people "coming out" - I'm so against that. (There are a lot of lesbians in the neighborhood.)
If I show up, maybe I should wear my goalie mask and bring my chainsaw - since I'm trimming trees in my yard.
Cats who don't exercise...
This looks like my kitty, Xena-Celine. She has an eating disorder and doesn't exercise...just like her dad. (Agnes is my kitty who is mentally ill...just like her dad.)From the Gospel of Life...
Fratricide.Brother kills brother. Like the first fratricide, every murder is a violation of the "spiritual" kinship uniting mankind in one great family, in which all share the same fundamental good: equal personal dignity. Not infrequently the kinship "of flesh and blood" is also violated; for example when threats to life arise within the relationship between parents and children, such as happens in abortion or when, in the wider context of family or kinship, euthanasia is encouraged or practised. - John Paul II
When Government Takes the Place of God.
You don't have to be a Tibetan Buddhist to know the oppressive regime of Communist China is trying to play God. After all, as a Catholic, I'm well aware of how they name their own bishops in defiance of the Vatican. Everyone knows China is an atheist regime, so why do they bother with religious matters? No, I'm not naive, the world's most tyrannical, institutionalized abuser of human rights seeks the control of every individual - not simply their temporal existence, but their soul as well.
And we as a Nation, support that.
Abbey 2
I've been busy, so I haven't been online, but I just checked and I still can't get into Abbey 2 - I checked with St. Blogs - they say everything should be fine. I hate this. I'll give it one more day and that is it. I hope everyone knows I have Abbey 1 here. (Spread the news for me.)
Today, at my parish, Annunciation, we have adoration all day, so in between being there and working in the yard, I have no time to blog anyway. BTW - anyone in South Minneapolis, please start coming to Annunciation for Wednesday adoration. It is quiet and the Church is air conditioned. (Hardly anyone comes, so get over here!)
Today, at my parish, Annunciation, we have adoration all day, so in between being there and working in the yard, I have no time to blog anyway. BTW - anyone in South Minneapolis, please start coming to Annunciation for Wednesday adoration. It is quiet and the Church is air conditioned. (Hardly anyone comes, so get over here!)
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