The other side of the mountain is a finalist in the local
flog bog blog awards. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to vote here. Alternatively, you can click on the blinkie in the sidebar and follow the convoluted process of ballot verification. If you’re from Florida, you might want to skip this step altogether and go and lie down.
I was planning on mentioning a few others you might want to consider, but Dot Black beat me to the punch. Probably just as well; I don’t really like punch.
See, kids? That’s why Jebus doesn’t answer your prayers. It would be a public relations nightmare.
However, if you are in the market for advice on interpersonal matters, you should ask an expert like Daisyfae. I have a tendency to go off on a random and convoluted tangent involving Ian Fleming quotes and you’d end up being even more confused than ever.
On the subject of emotional matters, I was chatting to Kyknoord Jr on the phone and she posed the much-dreaded question, “Why are you and Mommy divorced?” A tricky one, indeed. The answer itself is relatively simple, but how exactly do you tell a six-year old that her mother went batshit crazy and her old man is generally crap with relationships? She thinks these things are normal. Poor kid.
I suspect she was hoping for a nice short explanation like “Ah, it was the radioactivity, little one”, because I was only halfway into the backstory when told me she had to go. Hey, it was important, ok? Ben 10 was on.
I don’t think I’d be able to cope with godhood. Apart from having to deal with the endless streams of faithful who all have their fucking hands out, it must be a veritable semantic minefield.
If you ever doubt yourself, would that make you an atheist? That’s almost as bad as being your own father.
Many thanks to Miss M for the creative inspiration behind this particular episode.
Just so we’re clear, the other side of the mountain does not condone stoning of any kind (or anything else that comes out of Leviticus, for that matter).