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matrixrefugeeGrrrhgghh... Democracy inaction.
I was somehow knocked off the registered voter list for our town, as I found out once I got the polls Tuesday night. I swear on a stack of bibles that I sent in my census form this summer, but somehow, it must have gotten misplaced. Or maybe this is what I get for putting down "Libertarian" as political designation. So I had to talk with five different town officials, show them my expired learner's permit, Social Security card, library card, health insurance card, etc. but that wasn't enough. Finally they let me sign and swear an affadavit that I was who I said I was. Only then did they even let me near a ballot. ::Sighs::
Thankfully, the one reason I went to vote came about: there was a law up for a vote that would have allowed grocery stores to sell wine. Now, I'm not the most comfortable person around alcohol. I mean, if a person can drink responsibly, that's fine and more power to them. But there's very bad alcohol abuse in both sides of my extended family; I took the Pledge when I was twenty-one since I wanted to join my mom and dad in stopping the cycle of this bad behavior. I really wasn't looking forward to having the stuff for sale in my workplace, since I'd feel funny about handling something that I know could very well be abused and my conscience feared I might be unwittingly helping contribute to someone else's drinking problem. (Yes, I have a sensitive conscience, but it's probably better than having an insensitive one...) Plus, I know there are kids where I work who swipe anything that isn't nailed down if they think they can get away with it; I don't doubt some of them would be mooching the stuff out of the back room. Add to the fact that a *LOT* of the front end kids are way under 21 and are therefore too young to be handling the stuff, even if the containers are unopened. And I had the concern that I might have to change my schedule to evenings instead of mornings, since the kids aren't old enough to card people.
Well, long story short: the law didn't go through. However, I had to put up with one or two whiny customers who came through this past week whining about the wine permit law not going through. They've got one or two options: buy the alcohol-removed wine we carry or go to the liquor store that is Right Next Door to the grocery store. It's a thirty second walk there, I think they can handle it.
And my book order from the bookstore at St. Joe's showed up: Interview with an Exorcist, written in question and answer format by the diocesan exorcist of Alcala, Spain. A lot of stuff in it I already new, but there's quite a bit of information I wasn't aware of.
While we're on the subject of creepiness... Linda Blair guest-starred on "Supernatural". Oh. My. God. I haven't even watched all of "The Exorcist", but I was stunned and delighted.
Aside from that, this was one of the better-written episodes this season: I had the feeling that Kripke and company got the idea for it from some of the criticisms I've seen from parental watch-dog groups whom I've heard have come down a little hard on the series since the Winchester Brothers tend to... sort of bend and/or break human laws to do what they have to do to save people from something nasty. But hey, my argument is that these guys are engaged in spiritual warfare, and sometimes the greater good has to trump human law without breaking the basics of moral law. But it really worked well and I'm pleased with it. Much better than the metaphysical brain-break moment in this season's opening episode where the reaper girl was briefly possessed by The Demon. I mean, come on, that would imply that The Demon is stronger than death. (Yeah, considering that I part-time play a reaper in the MxO, that kinda stung a little, but I know when to get offended and let it slide.)
And the Turkey Parade continues, though so far, no one has gotten jerk-y over their turkey and the problems faced in bagging the dumb things. Turkeys have to be the hardest things to bag: they're cold, damp, wierd-shaped and heavy, which makes getting ahold of the things a real crap-shot, never mind getting them into the dumb *bags*.
I was somehow knocked off the registered voter list for our town, as I found out once I got the polls Tuesday night. I swear on a stack of bibles that I sent in my census form this summer, but somehow, it must have gotten misplaced. Or maybe this is what I get for putting down "Libertarian" as political designation. So I had to talk with five different town officials, show them my expired learner's permit, Social Security card, library card, health insurance card, etc. but that wasn't enough. Finally they let me sign and swear an affadavit that I was who I said I was. Only then did they even let me near a ballot. ::Sighs::
Thankfully, the one reason I went to vote came about: there was a law up for a vote that would have allowed grocery stores to sell wine. Now, I'm not the most comfortable person around alcohol. I mean, if a person can drink responsibly, that's fine and more power to them. But there's very bad alcohol abuse in both sides of my extended family; I took the Pledge when I was twenty-one since I wanted to join my mom and dad in stopping the cycle of this bad behavior. I really wasn't looking forward to having the stuff for sale in my workplace, since I'd feel funny about handling something that I know could very well be abused and my conscience feared I might be unwittingly helping contribute to someone else's drinking problem. (Yes, I have a sensitive conscience, but it's probably better than having an insensitive one...) Plus, I know there are kids where I work who swipe anything that isn't nailed down if they think they can get away with it; I don't doubt some of them would be mooching the stuff out of the back room. Add to the fact that a *LOT* of the front end kids are way under 21 and are therefore too young to be handling the stuff, even if the containers are unopened. And I had the concern that I might have to change my schedule to evenings instead of mornings, since the kids aren't old enough to card people.
Well, long story short: the law didn't go through. However, I had to put up with one or two whiny customers who came through this past week whining about the wine permit law not going through. They've got one or two options: buy the alcohol-removed wine we carry or go to the liquor store that is Right Next Door to the grocery store. It's a thirty second walk there, I think they can handle it.
And my book order from the bookstore at St. Joe's showed up: Interview with an Exorcist, written in question and answer format by the diocesan exorcist of Alcala, Spain. A lot of stuff in it I already new, but there's quite a bit of information I wasn't aware of.
While we're on the subject of creepiness... Linda Blair guest-starred on "Supernatural". Oh. My. God. I haven't even watched all of "The Exorcist", but I was stunned and delighted.
Aside from that, this was one of the better-written episodes this season: I had the feeling that Kripke and company got the idea for it from some of the criticisms I've seen from parental watch-dog groups whom I've heard have come down a little hard on the series since the Winchester Brothers tend to... sort of bend and/or break human laws to do what they have to do to save people from something nasty. But hey, my argument is that these guys are engaged in spiritual warfare, and sometimes the greater good has to trump human law without breaking the basics of moral law. But it really worked well and I'm pleased with it. Much better than the metaphysical brain-break moment in this season's opening episode where the reaper girl was briefly possessed by The Demon. I mean, come on, that would imply that The Demon is stronger than death. (Yeah, considering that I part-time play a reaper in the MxO, that kinda stung a little, but I know when to get offended and let it slide.)
And the Turkey Parade continues, though so far, no one has gotten jerk-y over their turkey and the problems faced in bagging the dumb things. Turkeys have to be the hardest things to bag: they're cold, damp, wierd-shaped and heavy, which makes getting ahold of the things a real crap-shot, never mind getting them into the dumb *bags*.
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Date: 2006-11-12 12:27 am (UTC)Even if I ate meat, I can't imagine trying one of these.
And this may be an odd question, but do you know any good books on exorcism/Catholic demonology? My friend's doing research and I told her I'd ask you.
Hope to talk to you soon,
Ruby
Thank you
Date: 2006-11-14 07:19 pm (UTC)Before going I just wanted to thank you for your enthusiasm and spiritedness toward your interests, which I found heartening. Thank you again and good luck in all you do.