Pride, Butterflies and the most expensive Carr on our lot.

Hey there. I have one of those headaches that throbs, and I feel like there may be vomiting in the very near future. These symptoms tell me that exercise is bad.

To spare you from the usual ramble about my job search, I will just say that I had a very busy day indeed, and I am still unemployed.

As I was driving to pick Ian up from school, I had my good old AM radio blasting out the Rush Limbaugh program. It may have been loud, but I did have the windows open, and so the volume was necessary in order to fully comprehend my orders from the commander in chief of Operation Chaos. As I was sitting at the light at the top of court street, a car pulled up alongside me. The windows of this car were also open, and through them I could see a woman in her mid 40's who seemed to take offence at my choice of radio station. As the light turned green, she took off, and as she did, she shouted at me to "TURN OFF HATE RADIO!!!" Just in case I had not heard her properly, and I had, her car confirmed her words with the help of a bumper sticker displaying the above slogan.. I however did not turn off hate radio, and got to hear an ad for a job I had applied for this morning. Just in case you are wondering, I am not a devoted follower of Rush Limbaugh, but I happen to prefer his broadcast over the competition..

I just realised that I have forgotten to call Herr Doktor Vickery in order to rehearse Land of Hope and Glory with him this evening. Oh well. Playing too much music in this level of humidity causes strings to become sticky and rusty rather quickly, making playing uncomfortable and uninspiring. I do not enjoy sweating. However sweat does cause me to smell even better than I usually do. It is peculiar, because the opposite effect is true for most people.

After reading the two works of Jerome K. Jerome that are most highly acclaimed by history, I do not know what to tackle next. What to do? I have no idea of what direction in which to go. I could print out everything I have ever posted on this page and make it into a book for my own consumption.. However, I would have an unfair advantage as to where the story is going, and paper is gross.

So I am thinking about signing up for a spot at Fritz's open mic night.. Just my ukulele and I.. The proverbial duo of man and machine brought together through shear necessity.. The lonely wandering minstrel.. The man with the mandolino.. El Mariachi.. The Pied piper, only instead of stealing children, I get will everyone in the place to follow me across the street to Cheshire music to purchase new ukulele's.

And what could make you more comfortable than talking about Jesus?.. it seems that every religion or really any collective group for that matter, has some form of a coming of age ceremony. When I was 8, I did not want mine. I hated having to go to school on top of the school I was already required to go to, just to read stories about some dead magic guy who for some reason wanted me to drink his blood. It seemed stupid and pointless. At that time, I could not have cared less about being a Catholic. Why was I different than everyone who I went to school with?.. My brother had a similar experience, and when it was my sisters turn, my parents gave up. They decided that it would be her choice, and of course she chose like any 8 yr old with just a touch of self interest in mind. It is quite odd.. My sister now goes to a school where Unitarianism is the religion taught. She just had her schools version of a coming of age ceremony, where her class was taken to the Unitarian Church, and she was dubbed "Sir Hannahlot" with a wooden sword by her teacher. It just seems a little odd. It is not that I have anything against Unitarian Universalism, which by the way is a NH original.. It is probably more that I am annoyed, and a little jealous that she did not have to suffer through boring theological classes like I did. I don't know.. Is there something to be said for letting children choose their religious orientation? I know I came to mine later than many of my fellow Catholics not because my parents told me to, but because I thought that it was the right decision for me. Should it be a decision you make in adulthood, or is it the duty of your parents to impress a certain moral code into you? Does it infringe on parents rights to answer no to that question? I know that one of the conditions for marriage amongst those who follow the teachings of Cathol is that you must raise any children you might have to share your beliefs. Is such a promise incompatible with 21st century thought?

YAY!!! It started raining.