Voice Post:

There are no monkeys in this voicepost. zarhooie is on crack. Crack kills, y'all.

EDIT: Added transcription by Spooky. Last part of transcription is
"Oh, yes! And I promised that if I made over $3000 in Blogathon I would sing a song, and that the people who donated would get to pick what song I sing. So, sponsors! If you have listened so far in this? You should, uh, try to think of the most embarrassing song possible, because I know that's what you're going to be going for.

And I got cookies from avivasedai and I'll take pictures of them later and write a haiku about them!

And, that's it. Umm...Ok! Byeeee! I hope everyone has a great Friday, and a great weekend, and...motherfuckin' snakes on a motherfuckin' plane, motherfucker.

gwynravenMotherfucker!

That's Gwyn. Motherfucker!

Ok. Bye! *giggle*"

Motherfuckin' Snakes on a Motherfuckin' Plane. Motherfucker.

When I was in middle school, I wrote a "book". In this "book", I had 32 characters. The sole purpose of this "book", actually, was to come up with and vividly showcase 30 paranormal murders. Yes, I did the stereotypical on-the-toilet killing of a male character. Interesting things with shag carpeting, too.

I am convinced that the writer of Snakes on a Plane spent his middle school study hall the same way I spent mine.

Spoiler-free review:

Freakin' awesome, dude.

And everyone in the theater chanted right along with That Line, and there was applause following it. :)

*cracks up*

We're watching 10 Things I Hate About You. Scene: Allison Janney as guidance counselor Ms. Perky. Focus on the line of her erotica-in-process on her laptop.

Elayna leans forward, goggling... then turns to Gwyn and me and says, eyebrows raised, "I hope that's not what all guidance counselors write when you're waiting for them."

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Finished watching 10 Things I Hate About You and dancing to the closing Letters to Cleo cover of "I Want You To Want Me". :)

Watched Elayna's video from camp - the one that prompted me to go "OMG, my child is getting sexy with her hips." Gwyn spent half the video wide-eyed with her hand over her mouth going, "Oh, man. Our baby's growing up."

After Elayna left for her shower, I turned to Gwyn - "You see what I mean? With the hips?"

Gwyn's reply: "I didn't know how to do that til I was nineteen."

I was a stripper when she was conceived. We think maybe it rubbed off. Oh, man. It's just wrong.

Now Gwyn, Elayna, and Adam are playing Katamari Damacy. Their group addiction.

I love having Gwyn here. We all do. :)

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This is an amazing post.

Quotes

Two quotes, both from Anne Lamott's Operating Instructions:

I heard someone say once that forgiveness is having given up all hope of having had a better past.

I'm reminded of visiting the scene of my rape ten years after... of feeling like I could almost see and hold the girl I was then. Of the feeling of kissing her goodbye, that particular twist in my heart as I let go.

...while we are on earth, our limitations are such that we can only see the underside of the tapestry that God is weaving. God sees the topside, the whole evolving portrait and its amazing beauty, and uses us as the pieces of thread to weave the picture. We see the glorious colors and shadings, but we also see the knots and threads hanging down, the thick lumpy patches, the tangles. But God and the people in heaven with him see how beautiful the portraits in the tapestry are. The poem says in this flowery way that faith is about the willingness to be used by God wherever and however he most needs you, most needs the piece of thread that is your life. You give him your life to put through his needle, to use as he sees fit. (emphasis mine)

I'm not going all religious on you. Faith doesn't really entirely have to do with religion, for me. I go back and forth on a daily basis as to what I believe in, aside from the fact that I believe in the possibility of anything, that I believe in not disbelieving. And sometimes I believe in an anthropomorphic god or gods, and sometimes I don't. But I always believe in something. If that makes any sense. I'm medicated to hell and back.

And I don't know that, in this tapestry, I'm some big fancy bit of embroidery, this dazzling piece of design, this thing to make people ooh and ahh. And I don't need to be. What I hope I am is something that crosses under the other threads, the thing that helps them hold their position, helps the piece as a whole. I'd like to be the piece of thread that helps Elayna shine. I'd like to be the piece of thread that helps hold other designs together when things are tough, the piece that helps correct when God's fucked up the embroidery a little. (Because I know I don't believe that any god is infallible.) I'd like to give strength and support. I can be the tangly piece crossing underneath. Holding you.

I have had some really fucked-up things happen to me. But because of those things, I am capable of helping other people. So maybe there's a reason to it. I am being used as God or the gods or the Universe see fit. Because the picture is bigger than me. I don't know. I just trust that there are reasons.