rolanni | She made it!

I have successfully completed a week of Regular Employment. Nothing blew up and nobody died.

Let there be dancing and disportment!

...or anyway, pizza and wine.

We drove past the local Big Box Evangelical Church on the way home -- the one that used to be a four-screen movie theater, the purchase of which gained the church not only Huge Amounts of Room for the congregation and the school and whatever else they do, but also the old movie marquee showing two faces to the busiest road in the area, right across from the single most popular supermarket in the Waterville-Oakland Megalopolis.

The pastor makes good use of his billboard, changing the witty religious slogan every week; sometimes twice. Mostly, they're pretty bad -- the congregation really ought to buy the pastor a subscription to the high-end quote service -- but today's was...infuriating.

The message?

If you want to make God laugh, tell Him your plans

Yanno, I don't think I care to honor a deity that despises me and my petty little mudperson life. Of course, I made that choice years ago, so for me it's nothing more than a couple minute's irritation. I do, however, wonder at the people who think that message is OK. Who needs a god who is nothing more or less than a schoolyard bully? Worse, why encourage him/her/it/they?

Anybody here besides

kinzel seen The Time Bandits? The scene where they're in Valhalla and the Gods are disporting and make life miserable for the servants? (that was Time Bandits, wasn't it? Where the gods are all squabbling six year olds -- who happen to be able to blast you out of existence if you piss them off?)

Sigh...

In more pleasant news, Fledgling is now funded through Chapter 16, which will be posted on May 14. You guys are really keeping the pressure on!

Remember: Monday at noon EST? The first chapter of Fledgling will be posted! I'm excited, and hoping you're the same. If you're planning to read along, why not check out