Monday Morning

Despite some serious procrastination (I ended up reading all of Seduced by Moonlight over the weekend -- too bad it wasn't a better book) I finished my paper for Christology class Sunday early evening, so I can mail it in today.

( My Weekend )

Monday Morning Sillies

Qos in Operation: Thirst Strike

In this heart-stopping spy thriller, qos (Catherine Zeta-Jones) is an elite hitman with a dislike for corn chips. She needs to get to thomryng (Mark Wahlberg) before her former partner, queenofhalves (Helen Hunt), brainwashes him. Fighting for the honour of her former mentor, she charges into an underground basement with a large vehicle of some sort. Early predictions are that this will be the highest grossing movie of all gross movies.

Produced by ianiceboy

she charges into an underground basement with a large vehicle of some sort.
Did I ever tell you how my Star Wars team cracked the mantle of a planet by sending a bakery truck full of explosives crashing into an entirely-too-well-stocked Imperial armory?

Warning!

This sign was posted outside the entrance to a ritual theater performance of "Dark Goddesses"*:

WARNING: STROBE, SMOKE, FIRE, NUDITY, BLOOD, SNAKE.


My gut response was to post the sign on my life with one change:

WELCOME: STROBE, SMOKE, FIRE, NUDITY, BLOOD, SNAKE.

There is too little that kind of energy in my life right now.
For all the stress, and all the welcome challenges, everything in my life feels distressingly mundane and gray.
It's the eternal struggle: how to be a responsible grown-up (especially a mother!) while keeping in touch with the wilding passions of both physical and the spiritual realm -- or, I should say the passions that unite the physical and the spiritual, the ancient, primitive experience of ecstasy.
Without ecstasy, without the experience of standing outside of or beside one's everyday self, it is all too easy to become imprisoned in the neat and tidy little boxes of the materialistic, conformist world.

I'm tired of it!



* Thanks to queenofhalves for including this in her account of the performance

Post-script growl: None of my icons really work for this post.