'sup, B?

referer logs don't lie

I’m amused to find that I am in the friends groups of various people entitled:

ppl
not+legal
don’t+miss
white+guys
Everyone
non_support
People

and now, my brain stem

I’d like to take a break from dancing on emotional cow turds to present you with this thing that I just dreamed:

I was kennfusion. I wanted to sit in the bath and use my laptop to write meta_kate a letter about my analysis of literature. However, as soon as I got in the bath and got the laptop out, a hideous monster from the works of H.R. Giger appeared, floating above me.

It was, in fact, Giger himself. He explained that this was his Spirit Form. “I have something I need you to do,”, he said. “It won’t be that hard, don’t be a baby; the guy is already half tied up.”

And-Then-I-Woke-Up.

we carry in our bodies the death

I went to church today for the first time since..um.. 1997? And certainly it’s been 10 years since I participated in Communion of any kind.

It was a mixed experience. In a lot of ways this place reminded me of the church I attended in the early 90s; the rock ‘n’ roll worship music, the young leadership. I hope it’s not as rotten at the core as that scene was. However, the music was survivable (although not good) and the teaching made sense. You can always hook me in with a big extended metaphor, though, and this guy was good at that.

As usual, however, I was sucker punched by the spiritual energy of the experience and ran out a bit early to avoid the howdy-handshake post-church scene. Instead, I had a large and gratifying burrito experience at Taco Mesa.

Afterwards a bit of attempted social intercourse, which lately feels very false and depressing to me.