The First Church of the Wrath of Baby Jesus and Open Bar™

[The Good Reverend Roger]

It's been raining cats here. No flooding yet, knock on wood.

I had this weird sensation on the way out to the car this morning.  I was not only insufficiently overheated, I was actually underheated enough to be very mildy uncomfortable.

Strange days.

Yeah, I suspect we're safe only until the ground becomes saturated. Then we're fucked.

We're all going to freeze to death.  Well, we can finally observe water attain solid form outside of a lab, I suppose.

[Cain]

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[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

It's been raining cats here. No flooding yet, knock on wood.

I had this weird sensation on the way out to the car this morning.  I was not only insufficiently overheated, I was actually underheated enough to be very mildy uncomfortable.

Strange days.

Yeah, I suspect we're safe only until the ground becomes saturated. Then we're fucked.

We're all going to freeze to death.  Well, we can finally observe water attain solid form outside of a lab, I suppose.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Switched to an e-cig today.  It seems to work, but everything is strange.  I keep thinking I need to have a smoke, because I have smokes at the same times every day, but when I go to get up, I realize I don't want one.

Now my brain is all confused and that part that fears the leopard is all agitated.

[Salty]

One of my renters went to some newage conference and invited some snake oil salesmen to use the office. So, here they are, not removing their shoes, talking at non-therapeutic levels, and, if my guess is correct, using keys to come and go as they please.

When i put on my best awkward Alty face on and asked then who the hell they were and what the hell they were doing the assistent, or whatever, gave me A Look.

What fun.

"What kind of work do you do?" I ask.

"Past life regression, something i call crystal light therapy." He says.



Oh, so "nothing", then. Expensive nothing.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

One of my renters went to some newage conference and invited some snake oil salesmen to use the office. So, here they are, not removing their shoes, talking at non-therapeutic levels, and, if my guess is correct, using keys to come and go as they please.

When i put on my best awkward Alty face on and asked then who the hell they were and what the hell they were doing the assistent, or whatever, gave me A Look.

What fun.

"What kind of work do you do?" I ask.

"Past life regression, something i call crystal light therapy." He says.



Oh, so "nothing", then. Expensive nothing.

APPROVED.

[Salty]

Some days I truly wonder why I work so hard.

It's like an hour of isometrics at a time, when instead I could just, you know, take the trolly to the imaginary kingdom and think about fiction while they assume....

Oh God, the dude uses a singing bowl. I can hear it.

I hate these people.

HATE.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Some days I truly wonder why I work so hard.

It's like an hour of isometrics at a time, when instead I could just, you know, take the trolly to the imaginary kingdom and think about fiction while they assume....

Oh God, the dude uses a singing bowl. I can hear it.

I hate these people.

HATE.

Singing bowl?

[Cain]

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[Freeky]

Some days I truly wonder why I work so hard.

It's like an hour of isometrics at a time, when instead I could just, you know, take the trolly to the imaginary kingdom and think about fiction while they assume....

Oh God, the dude uses a singing bowl. I can hear it.

I hate these people.

HATE.

A what now?

[Freeky]

lawl, reading PD while in my lecture.

Ohai!

[Salty]

Some days I truly wonder why I work so hard.

It's like an hour of isometrics at a time, when instead I could just, you know, take the trolly to the imaginary kingdom and think about fiction while they assume....

Oh God, the dude uses a singing bowl. I can hear it.

I hate these people.

HATE.

Singing bowl?

Sometimes cystal, sometimes metal, tibetan singing bowls are used, like tuning forkes, to bring a persons "energy" in harmony with the bowl's virbations.

"There's a nice vibration here."

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Some days I truly wonder why I work so hard.

It's like an hour of isometrics at a time, when instead I could just, you know, take the trolly to the imaginary kingdom and think about fiction while they assume....

Oh God, the dude uses a singing bowl. I can hear it.

I hate these people.

HATE.

Singing bowl?

Sometimes cystal, sometimes metal, tibetan singing bowls are used, like tuning forkes, to bring a persons "energy" in harmony with the bowl's virbations.

"There's a nice vibration here."

But what is it?

[Salty]

lawl, reading PD while in my lecture.

We're all up in ur educative process.

[Salty]

Some days I truly wonder why I work so hard.

It's like an hour of isometrics at a time, when instead I could just, you know, take the trolly to the imaginary kingdom and think about fiction while they assume....

Oh God, the dude uses a singing bowl. I can hear it.

I hate these people.

HATE.

Singing bowl?

Sometimes cystal, sometimes metal, tibetan singing bowls are used, like tuning forkes, to bring a persons "energy" in harmony with the bowl's virbations.

"There's a nice vibration here."

But what is it?

It's just a bowl. Think wine glasses, when you rub the rim. Like that.