Atheist blogger descrates Eucharist, cheered on by other gleeful atheists, in reaction to the hostility directed towards a student for walking off with a consecrated wafer.  Catholics send him hate mail, try to get him fired, threaten to kill him, and threaten to kill his son.

You know who comes out of this looking good?

Protestants.

And I come out of it with the urge to rewatch Boondock Saints.

Particle Zoo.

I want a stamp sheet and uh I have no idea what else.  Not a Graviton or a Photon, they are not friendly.  BUT THE REST ARE SO FRIENDLY I WANTS THEM.  Maybe a Tachyon, they're badass.  Or a Gluon!  They're just so cute!

"There will be no God at the wedding."
"Not even a little one?  Not even a tiny, vegetarian jelly god in my pocket?"
"Jubes for Jesus!"

Dear Senator Hillary Rodham Clinton,

I kind of love you.

Good luck,
Sami

Accidentally went six and a half hours between eatings today.  (Hypoglycaemia sez this is a bad thing.)

My father broke my bike's taillight.

Lack of win.

I skipped church today in favour of sleeping, on the grounds that when my body starts to break down completely due to patent exhaustion, I need to sleep.  I'm still tired today, but less so.

I had an odd moment in town the other day.  I was walking through the train station, on my way from one place to another, and was listening to my iPod.  As I sometimes do when I've forgotten to bring a book and therefore have, for some time, been solely entertaining myself with input from my music, I was mouthing along to the lyrics (because I don't sing along to headphones in public).

Then, suddenly, I realised what I was mouthing, and what it might look like to someone who could read lips:

It's a violent pornography, choking chicks and sodomy...

Ahem.  So I stopped, because System of a Down lyrics are not always safe for public consumption.

Gaming last night was a lot of fun.  My character's recent purchase of a Decanter of Endless Water turns out to have been a really good idea, as we now find ourselves in a desert, where the water source on which the locals depend has mysteriously dried up completely.

We made some friends partly with the power of: "Look! We can give you lots of water!"  Of course, flashing it around could also be risky, so normally the Decanter is hidden, but it's nifty.

We closed the session with a combat encounter that was genuinely unnerving, facing creatures that were distinctly scary: apart from anything else, immune to all magic.  Half the party depends on magic to be able to do damage.  My character is a warlock.  I spent the fight preparing to counterspell with Devour Magic, and did manage to cockblock one Chain Lightning (there were two of the creatures).  Since the other one did go off, doing an uncomfortable 20d6 damage to most of the party, it was pleasing that one was prevented.

The session had a pleasing balance of roleplaying (I rolled a talky character for a reason...) and fighting.  On reflection everyone got to be impressive; I did my talky thing, the mage managed to one-shot the first, lesser encounter, the melee warrior types got to do some crunching of the magic-immune monsters, and our Cleric of Awesomeness busted out some serious healing mojo.

Today is a glorious day, cold but sunny - I'm feeling pretty good about life.

Up late, by my recent standards, but going to bed soon.  I'm up because I slept most of the day... turns out moderate dehydration had combined with unexpectedly critical levels of sleep deprivation, and the vague headache I had on Friday became a migraine on Saturday morning.

Fortunately, I had one of the handsets for the house phone on my desk, and could reach it from where I had been sleeping.  Turned on the intercom mode on the third try.  Weakly begged my father to bring me water, because I wasn't sure I could survive moving.

I don't get migraines as badly as many people, or even as badly as I used to, but it was still quite a while before I began to feel human.  Breakfast was apple sauce I found a jar of, and once I'd had my medication, and had got to the point where I could handle solid food, I ate some lunch and went back to bed.  Dad woke me in time for gaming, by which time I felt much better.

Still very tired now.  Bedtime.

Oh, except: seselt, who is wonderful, and also my GM for Saturday fortnightly gaming, brought me a Happy Thing to hang on my wall, and is therefore awesome. ♥

Dear U.S. Citizens,

You should support this guy.

(Non-US citizens are not eligible to give him money.  Alas.)

Sami is still broken.  While the couple of days she spent feeling sane again were a welcome respite, she is not totally recovered from her bout of mental unwellness and, seriously, is still broken.  Although she is in possession of a current report by a psychiatrist verifying that her brokenness is not imaginary, but is also not her fault.  And he's a psychiatrist and he should know.

Entirely optional ways you can help:

1) Forgive her for sucking at answering comments and commenting on your posts.  Really, she wants to be a good, responsive correspondent, but she is broken.

2) Say nice things to her.  Better yet would be to write nice things on little notes and stick them to her wall, but since you don't have access to her walls, this is problematic.  But really, little things stuck on her walls that are from/about/of people she loves make her happier than you know.

3) However, don't overwhelm her, because she is fragile, and doesn't want to feel like a big giant freakazoid.  She does anyway, but still.

4) Pretend that her writing this in the third person isn't a sign of being totally batshit crazy, it's just a cute, quirky approach.

5) In this instance, do not link her cat macros.  While, in the past, cat macros were guaranteed to cheer her up in times of broken, Sami is still traumatised by the violent death of her own cat, and lolcats make her a little sad.

Okay, so, I've only watched the first few minutes, but Engine Sentai Go-Onger has really a lot of promise.

1) SOUL SET!  It's hilarious.  As are their synchronised battlecries.

2) Go-On Red's gun talks to him.

3) Go-On Blue is totally gay all over Go-On Red.

4) The credits suggest the Engine things combine to form a giant mecha that is TOTALLY VOLTRON.  (I'm a child of the 80s and I totally adored Voltron, okay?)

5) The bad guys are crazy intergalactic aliens with the specific objective of polluting Earth really badly.

6) Go-On Black is totally smouldering and kind of hot.

7) Gratuitous racecar imagery!

8) The bad guys wait around while the good guys strike poses and exclaim about how awesome they are with their FIGHTING FOR JUSTICE ways.

9) TALKING CARS

10) EXPLOSIONS

So, yeah, this is basically intellectual junk food, because, well, it's a Sentai Series and you expect that anyway, but it looks like good brain candy.

I am experiencing no anxiety whatsoever.

The prospect of sleeping in a different room is totally not causing me near-panic.  Especially since the room in question is my bedroom, when I have of late been sleeping in my study, and therefore panic is totally nonsensical as a reaction.

... right?

I can't deny it's kind of fluffy - I gather it's aimed at kids, but then, so is Avatar and we're enjoying that at fangirling - but it's really quite awesome.  The actor playing Ryoutarou is really, really good, and even if the special effects are sometimes hilariously awful, the action parts of the show are deeply entertaining, and the characters are great.

Ryoutarou is adorable and sweet and I love the way he lets people push him around until he gets his way.  Because somehow he makes everyone want things to go his way, through the sheer power of how sweet and adorable he is.

Airi-san, his sister, is played by possibly the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, and is kind and sweet and both perceptive and ridiculously oblivious in ways that just seem wonderful when she does it.  I yearn to hang out at her cafe-cum-library.  I truly believe that her coffee-tachi do good work.

Hana-san is awesome, and I confess I'm kind of shipping Ryoutarou/Hana despite the fact that Ryoutarou is really, really gay in every possible way.  Accordingly, I am kind of shipping Ryoutarou/Hana BFF, because, while at the point in the series I am up to, he is not visibly gay for any other character, he's still really, really gay.  He melted my gaydar in Sing Dance Big Training, and the series has vaporised the remains.

Also, TRAINS.  A train and a motorbike.  lazulisong described Den-O as "Thomas the Tank Engine fights the Evil from Time and Space", and she's really not wrong.  How can you not love a series where they beat up monsters with a train?

So, I'm starting to come to terms with What Hypoglycaemia Means To Me.  Including: bad things happen if I go too long without eating.

Today I experimented with eating much smaller quantities of food much more often.  It seems to have kept me more stable, which is nice, although I've eaten four times today, plus occasional biscuits, and will probably have another snack before I go to bed, because I've discovered not letting my blood sugar be too low at bedtime seems to reduce my tendency to crazy, rest-eliminating dreams.

The non-crazy is the up side.  The down side is that it feels like it's always just past or almost time to eat, and I'm just not that much of a fan of the eating process.  (I used to eat only twice in the average day.  This had negative effects on my health.)

I've decided to get more quinoa next time I get the chance to go to Woodvale, as I'm really, really liking it as an addition to my diet, and it's all nutritious - I'm trying to pay more attention to what I eat, as well as when I eat, as healthy eating helps keep me sane.

Hilarity with paranoia and the fact that I'm a total hypochondriac:

Yesterday I read that the symptoms of heart attack, in women, can be vastly different from what people expect; rather than the famed left arm pain, for example, women are much more likely to get lower back or jaw pain.

This morning, I woke up with pain in my jaw.  OBVIOUSLY I'M HAVING A HEART ATTACK.

However, I had crazy dreams last night and I'm pretty sure I was clenching my jaw in my sleep, because the pain - on rubbing and on chewing, etc - seems entirely muscular.  (I'm having to chew my cereal on the other side.)  My jaw seems to be wobbly on the left, because it also hurts there if I eat things that are too hard to chew.  That's the side where I've had more teeth pulled out, I don't know, maybe it's bitter.

(I also, by the way, sometimes wake up with lower back pain - but that's generally if I've had crazy dreams and wake up with my body contorted in weird positions, and it wears off when I get up and walk around a bit.  Also, the history of heart disease in my family is "Absolutely not - even if we totally SHOULD have heart disease, we don't".  So I'm not having heart attacks on a regular basis.  See above, re: hypochondria, that I will now think of this every time that happens.)