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luckycanuckOk. First the links.
Some interesting points about depression being good for you.
Also, sex as an anti-depressant. I'm not entirely convinced by this. Certainly not to the extent of going out and getting "medicated."
There has been a lot of Occupy chat around. I thought this was a pretty reasonable rejoinder to the hubris of some of the anti-capitalist rhetoric.
Also, this.
I've long loathed Kyle F*cking Sandilands, and now it seems like a critical mass of people feel the same way. He's made a career out of being an ass and he has recovered from appalling behaviour before, but he only has a job if sponsors are willing to pay him. Money is flooding away from him at an impressive rate, and he may finally get his comeuppance. Some have said he is actually a miserable person who should be pitied. He may be have a black dog of his own. If so, I hope he can recover. But he can do so without an audience.
I was in Goulburn yesterday for the ordination of Renaissance Priest. This meant doing pushups at The Big Merino.
I was struck by the thought that it could have been me being ordained, but I also remembered the awesome responsibility that goes along with the priesthood when the liturgy mentioned being called to account for what you have done as a priest. Some people I hadn't seen for a while were asking when I would have another go at becoming a priest and suggesting alternate ways to ordination , not understanding that I'm not interesting in having a go at another diocese. I chose not to become a priest, because I don't think I am called to the priesthood.
Earlier today I was having a chat with Coffee Snob and who I am pretty sure is the new guy she is seeing. He seems a LOT like that last guy she was seeing. I get the sense that he comes from money and lives like he comes from money. I kind of wish I hadn't mentioned the Spartan Death Race to her, because she now seems to be determined that I should enter it. Not only does she think I will finish, she thinks I will win. This means she vastly overestimates both my athletic skill and more importantly, my desire to have a go at the Spartan Death Race. I don't want to do it, no matter how much she thinks I should, or how much her new guy wants to sponsor me for it.
So although things in the gloom department have been going a lot better recently, this weekend there was a bit of frustration at being lectured on things I should be doing.
Some interesting points about depression being good for you.
Also, sex as an anti-depressant. I'm not entirely convinced by this. Certainly not to the extent of going out and getting "medicated."
There has been a lot of Occupy chat around. I thought this was a pretty reasonable rejoinder to the hubris of some of the anti-capitalist rhetoric.
Also, this.
I've long loathed Kyle F*cking Sandilands, and now it seems like a critical mass of people feel the same way. He's made a career out of being an ass and he has recovered from appalling behaviour before, but he only has a job if sponsors are willing to pay him. Money is flooding away from him at an impressive rate, and he may finally get his comeuppance. Some have said he is actually a miserable person who should be pitied. He may be have a black dog of his own. If so, I hope he can recover. But he can do so without an audience.
I was in Goulburn yesterday for the ordination of Renaissance Priest. This meant doing pushups at The Big Merino.
I was struck by the thought that it could have been me being ordained, but I also remembered the awesome responsibility that goes along with the priesthood when the liturgy mentioned being called to account for what you have done as a priest. Some people I hadn't seen for a while were asking when I would have another go at becoming a priest and suggesting alternate ways to ordination , not understanding that I'm not interesting in having a go at another diocese. I chose not to become a priest, because I don't think I am called to the priesthood.
Earlier today I was having a chat with Coffee Snob and who I am pretty sure is the new guy she is seeing. He seems a LOT like that last guy she was seeing. I get the sense that he comes from money and lives like he comes from money. I kind of wish I hadn't mentioned the Spartan Death Race to her, because she now seems to be determined that I should enter it. Not only does she think I will finish, she thinks I will win. This means she vastly overestimates both my athletic skill and more importantly, my desire to have a go at the Spartan Death Race. I don't want to do it, no matter how much she thinks I should, or how much her new guy wants to sponsor me for it.
So although things in the gloom department have been going a lot better recently, this weekend there was a bit of frustration at being lectured on things I should be doing.
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