Random Ramblings

Had a full day at work today, working on a super-rush project that needed to be taken from script to finished in 24 hours (usually we get at least 3-4 days).

After that, got together with Marc for a lovely time over food court dinner and coffee.

The offshoot of this is that tomorrow's Daily Breadcrumbs will not be ready tomorrow. Given that I have a conference call tomorrow night, it might not even be ready Thursday. So right now I'm aiming for Friday. Sorry to those who were expecting it. Obviously, I've got to plan a bit better.

I wasn't going to post anymore this morning, but this is too good to pass up. As most of you know, I spent about a year running a series called Daily Breadcrumbs, which was a chance for me to read through the Bible and write op-eds about it. I got as far as 1 Samuel before deciding I had better things to do with my time, but it's all still online for those who want to read it.

For the most part, people who have commented have been insightful and knowledgeable. Until today.

Yes, folks. Six months after I stopped the project, over two years since I wrote this particular breadcrumb, I received my first anonymous "hellfire and brimstone" comment.

( Read it in all its glory (with NO editing) behind the cut )

C'mon. If that won't convince you to turn tail and run for the glory of Christ, nothing will.

I suppose I should take my tongue out of my cheek now. *grin*

(Oh, and I had to check. It turns out Rosh Hashana 2001 was on Sept. 18, not Sept. 11 as mentioned.)

Judges 4 and 5 are so full of awesomeness that I'm probably going to turn them into something bardic-y for the SCA. I'm very much looking forward to writing Saturday's essay.

If you want some wonderful stories of cunning and deceit, you've *got* to check out these two chapters. (I recommend the NIV, as the KJV's language can be a bit confusing.)

Edit: That should be Judges 3 and 4, not 4 and 5. Sorry for the confusion.

Writing Daily Breadcrumbs doesn't take me long -- perhaps an hour, tops. And yet somehow in the 45 minutes I was writing today, I found myself needing to bring in the groceries and answering not one, not two, but three phone calls. One a telemarketer who, like all so many telemarketers, refused to accept "no, thank you," as an acceptable answer. Usually I don't get three phone calls a day, but they all decide to call when I need to be focused on my writing.

Blargh.

The brunch was, in fact, lovely. It was in honour of Kelly's birthday, and involved many crepes, jazz versions of songs that should under no circumstances have jazz versions, and much laughter. Afterwards it was off to Alan and Anna's and Tyler's for some conversation and JLA watching. Sorry for not staying longer, guys, but my allergies were threatening to explode.

Spent some time with Marc, which is always nice (even if I was in a bit of a downer mood). Came home, planned classes, worked some more on my files, relaxed.

Ended the night with bliss in a cup: hot chocolate made with milk instead of water and heated up properly in a saucepan (no microwave for me!). SO nummy... this is definitely a keeper.

Oh, and I wrote another Daily Breadcrumbs essay. I think I'll stockpile for a while and start up again in January. Be prepared, there WILL be more!

Okay... g'night all.

Today, a very kind friend of mine is using me as a guinea pig to test-drive a series of one-on-one photography tutoring tutorials. I'm very much looking forward to it. Yay, learning how to take pictures!

In other news, my countdown until Marc gets home is now in the single digits: 9 days left! Yay!

For those who care, I did another Daily Breadcrumbs essay yesterday. Hopefully that was the last really boring reading, and I'll be able to be a bit more consistent now that the readings are more interesting.

And really, that's all I've got for the moment. I have some thoughts for posts that may or may not materialize over the next few days: you'll just have to wait and see.

Two days? My goodness -- you all must think I've vanished off the face of the earth or been eaten by wombats!

Ok... maybe not. I've had a relatively uneventful few days, so behind the cut are just a few random thoughts and ramblings.

( A baker's dozen of complete randomosity )

Okay, enough of that. I should have supper and get ready to go over to Ian's. TTFN.

Yesterday's essay on Daily Breadcrumbs was about yet another incident of the Israelites complaining. Today's Breadcrumb is about the concept of sheol, or the Jewish afterlife.

An all-around fun tactile party last night. Many thanks to the hosts and the various guests for making it so, and especially for the out-of-towners who came in to enjoy it. I didn't stay in the dark room all that long, but I enjoyed it while I did. The addition of apple crumble makes anything better. And now that I have discovered sweet potato chips (thanks to Northbard), I may never go back.

Today I visisted my grandparents and walked home therefrom, enjoying the lovely weather. I'd have liked to make it out to Scrabble at the tams, but it's mother's day and thus things are a bit wonky. Maybe next time!

Also, a brief update from yesterday. There are pictures of the pillow fight! Facebook members can see a large amount of them here, while non-Facebook members can see a few here (link seems to be down right now, though), here, or here. The latter has a few of Ian, but you'll have to check the Facebook album for the few that have me in the them.

That's it for now! TTFN!

After an unplanned week-and-a-half-long hiatus, Daily Breadcrumbs is back. Again. You thought you could escape, but you were wrong. Yesterday's essay was about yet another case of the Israelites complaining and God's response to them. Today's breadcrumb is about a case of what seems like unfair justice.

Today's essay on Daily Breadcrumbs is about a bad case of God overreacting.

So, last night many people came out to Maz to wish Marc a "fare you well." Even Chris the DJ got in on the fun as everyone did songs that are typically's Marc's, as a tribute to him. It was one of the better Maz nights I've been to.

I suddenly remembered why I rarely bring my camera out places anymore. To set the stage: I don't take pictures, never have. I think, in the entire course of my life before 2005, I'd taken five rolls of film... combined. So it came as a gigantic shock to me that, when I went to Europe in the summer of 2005, and my dad bought me a new digital camera, I took 1300 pictures in 6 weeks. (Yes, 1300. No typo.) Ever since, when I actually bring my camera out somewhere, I'm a shutterbug.

Well, Ian asked me to bring my camera last night. I did. I now have 106 pictures sitting on my camera, ready to be downloaded when I get home tomorrow. Of those, I'll probably be putting about half up on Facebook tomorrow. Consider yourselves warned.

One more note from Maz: I officially hate Scott and Kyn, at least for the time being. Scott, kind and caring soul that he is, made it is mission to get other people to buy Marc alcohol. Which people did. In abundance. When Kyn came in late, however, Scott told him, "Marc has been saying 'no' all night. You're my last chance!" So Kyn bought Marc a round of shots. And then, somewhat later, when Marc was WAY drunk, he bought him another round of shots.

I believe his comment to my reaction to all this was, "I've never seen Julie so pissed." In all honesty, I was (mostly) only joking about punching him in places that probably shouldn't be punched, but it got the message across. Similarly with Sam: when I had Marc drinking water, because I wanted to get him back to his place WITHOUT passing out, Sam mockingly made to exchange Marc's water glass with Sam's beer glass. My comment to Sam: "Understand how this is going to work: if you switch those glasses, the next thing you will experience will be you, writhing on the floor in pain. Do we understand each other?" We did. Ian chimed in, "Dude, she could beat us BOTH up." Sam, quite wisely, didn't switch the glasses.

Long story short: I got Marc home. He's fine. He's packing now. I'm using his roommie's computer and should probably get back to him. TTFN!