Normal enough to know that I'm weird.

I just finished a book called "Halfway Hexed". I definitely do not recommend it - it's probably going to get left here...

However, there's this one passage I want to save. Since it's not worth actually saving the book for, I'm putting it here. The setup is that the main character is a witch, the world council of witches is trying to take over her town, and currently there's a magic fog in town. (The story is set in a small town in Texas SE of Dallas, so fog isn't completely unheard of) The heroine is talking to her best friend.

[the heroine asks] "What are people saying about the fog?"

"Well, that it's a sign that the world's coming to an end, of course. You know that the group on Sycamore always says that. It's a sign. The car wash machine breaks down. It's a sign. A couple of flowerbeds die. It's a sign. At this rate, the world would've ended twenty-seven times since August. This fog is just weather, that's all. It can't always be sunny . That's not normal. This is Texas, not California. We go in for a little rain and fog now and again."
...

"Besides, we all read Revelations. If it's the end times, where are the four cowboys of the apocalypse? Shouldn't they be trotting down Main Street? I'll tell you, I'm getting so sick of people quoting scripture willy-nilly. The Bible ain't a country song with twenty-five lines. It's complicated and we'd better be careful about how we interpret it. Maybe God'll hear those Sycamore folks calling everything a sign, and He'll start thinking Duvall's ready for the end when there's plenty of us who aren't. We just got that brand-new jukebox for Jammers, and people are enjoying the heck out of it. All I'm saying is, I don't think we should give God any ideas about ending things. Just let Him take His time. He'll do it when He's ready"

I want to say something like this the next time someone mentions "the end times". Where are the four cowboys of the apocolypse? And did you consider that you might be giving God ideas?

Keeping tabs on this:

Age is something that doesn't matter, unless you're a cheese.

Every dog has its day, but the nights are reserved for cats.

If you're too lazy to start anything, you may get a reputation for patience.

Still catching up with GQ - I came across this gem (so to speak)

"It seems whenever there is a grain of truth regarding a danger, it gets encrusted into a pearl of misconception." - Alex_Dubinsky

Doesn't this explain some of the debates on the SDMB?

"Most people have a tendency to believe what they want to believe, especially when it is an extremely convenient thing to believe. Once a person has a deep belief, they can communicate it with convincing sincerity, regardless of how misplaced it may be. If presented with clear evidence to contradict the belief, they are more likely to look puzzled, act hurt or seek another explanation rather than say, 'Whoops, I was wrong'. "

I was telling Bob last night that I suck at writing sex scenes.

Me: Everything's been used already!
Bob: But that's the point of sex scenes - you're supposed to use everything.

He didn't even miss a beat.

I had a realization the other day...

Texas is to the U.S. what the U.S. is to the rest of the world.

If you want to know what I did this weekend, check the to-do list, add in a trip to the gym, and know that I didn't wake up Saturday until Bob called, and never completely woke up at all Saturday.

Conversation with Bob - he wanted to come live with me for a month (so we knew we wouldn't kill each other once we were married), but schedules won't allow it.

Bob: So I'll only be able to come for two weeks
Me: That's ok, I'll just treat you like we're already married.
Bob: Then I'll go back and start looking for a new girlfriend.
Me: I'll kill you.
Bob: So - you're treating me like a husband already!

And for the cute kitty story of the week, Shilla does this "Pet me I'm cute" move by placing the top of his head on the ground, looking at me soulfully and starting to roll over(I've seen him roll over onto his back this way). This weekend he did this... on the edge of the bed. And fell off.

A co-worker said this today and it amused me greatly.

"It wasn't so long ago a while back, but it's long ago now"