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Hawking Religion

Okay, Damon, the t-shirt I want next year for my birthday is one that says:

“I’m sorry that I didn’t reply to your email sooner.”

‘Cause I figure by then I’ll probably owe email to just about everyone I walk past *grin*. Seriously, if I owe you a reply please don’t despair or take it personally, I’m trying my best to catch up!

Actually, it looks like my web page graphics are going to end up on a t-shirt after all, weirdly enough. It’s not definite or anything (they keep wanting me to call them on the phone and I’m just so bad at being on the phone) but if anyone’s interested I’ll keep you posted. I’m still really surprised when people like my graphics, or ask if I went to school to learn — I don’t know the first thing about computer graphics, everything up on my pages is a technique that I taught myself.

Todd was feeling sad and tired again last night, he basically just needs some time to sit and breathe and is really overwhelmed by this business trip he’s going on this weekend and then further overwhelmed by knowing how much we’ll miss each other. Originally we thought we could talk on IRC but it turns out that the laptop he’s bringing from work will have to be used for something else the whole time. So neither of us are particularly looking forward to not being together over the weekend and are both feeling pretty morose about it.

Since I still don’t have my driver’s license (I know, I know, the health insurance is all figured out and I could do it, it’s just…well…I’d have to be on the phone, which is a dumb excuse I realize) Todd drove last night when we went to get the laundry done and I could tell that he was really tired. He didn’t think he was until we got home after putting the clothes in the dryer and we sat down on the bed so that I could read more of the Tanith Lee book. After I’d read a few pages he was too sleepy to hear more and just as I put the book down someone came and knocked at the door. It was around nine p.m. so that startled us both and Todd went to the door — he talked to the guy for a minute or so and then gave him a dollar and the guy went away.

You have to understand how mean we are to people who come to the door. Not everyone *laughing* I mean, when Sarah comes over we’re not mean to her, but people who come hawking religion, etc. should have learned by now to avoid us. When Kitey and a different (very temporary) girlfriend came the first time to visit us, it was a long, incredibly hot summer (when we re-watched the video of that time we all marveled at how we survived, I mean, in the video we all look like zombies) and the three of us were sitting zonked out in front of the tv, Kitey and I were working on the rugs we were both making. So someone came and knocked at the door, and I could see right away before I even opened the door that it was people hawking religion. Have you ever noticed the very creepy way that fanatically religious people’s eyes shine? I recognized it because when I was in college in Missouri there was this extremely evil woman that even the devoutly religious christians who lived on my floor in the dorm were afraid of, they all called her “That Baptist Woman” and she had teeth that were about 8 inches long and would capture you in your room talking you into joining the on campus Baptist group until you wanted to scream.

So here are two women standing at my door and one of them even has the same hair style as That Baptist Woman, and she wants to come inside and talk about this charity work or something she’s involved in, and I just stood there and asked, “Is this about religion?” over and over again every time she paused until she realized that I wasn’t going to stop and finally said, “Yes,” and meanwhile Kitey’s temporary girlfriend is yelling from the living room, “GO AWAY! We’re all lesbians!” which was so hysterically funny, I mean, you should have seen their faces. So I was really surprised when Todd gave this guy who came to the door money and he turned around and started laughing ruefully and said, “I think I’m more tired than I thought I was,” or something equally coherent, and wailed, “He said they were singing christmas carols for the needy, and I thought, gosh, I can’t tell them that I don’t want to give them money because they’ll think that I hate the needy and so I just gave him money ’cause I didn’t know what else to do and I think I should to go sleep soon.” Traigic little thing.

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