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regala_electraWhine, Whine, Whine.
That was me today. So for breakfast, I was running late for work and didn't eat at home, so I stopped off at Dunkin Donuts. No problem, I think, a strawberry coolatta and a bagel, all good.
Oh, they're out of strawberry. Well, a vanilla bean then.
Don't have that? Fine. I tried the mango-orange. Which is horrible as I painfully learned.
And I asked for a sourdough bagel, toasted with cream cheese. Great, I get it, pay for it, and hop off.
When I settle in, I notice something about my bagel. It isn't not sourdough.
It's SALSA.
I notice this because when I bit into it tasted like warm salsa bagel and cream cheese.
Fucking fantastic.
What sadist said to combine salsa and bagel? Possibly one of the most revolting flavors ever, so I had to throw it out and because I had opened it in my car, my car smells of salsa bagel. Which is nausea-inducing.
I was in a sour mood at school, and I've been battling some dark moods, lately I've been feeling really out of sorts, and I don't quite know why.
Things in my life are just coming apart, I guess.
Oddly enough, the class was interesting, even though one student incorrectly told the story of the Sacrifice of Isaac (she said it was about sacrificing a goat, but God didn't want that, and then they did anyway and *oof* another Catholic girl obviously didn't pay attention in religion classes, meanwhile I, the mostly secular-going-to-hell lasped-only-baptized-at-birth Catholic knew the full context of the story).
It's not a theology class I'm taking, as I just realized that's a very wonky paragraph. It's Art of the Italian Renaissance. We were discussing the Bapistry Doors in Florence.
The sacrifice of Isaac's goat, indeed. Nobody ever remembers Abraham, huh? Poor Abraham, doing God's bidding and all, and he gets is some soroity girl telling a story about God being a flip floppin' goat-killing deity.
That was me today. So for breakfast, I was running late for work and didn't eat at home, so I stopped off at Dunkin Donuts. No problem, I think, a strawberry coolatta and a bagel, all good.
Oh, they're out of strawberry. Well, a vanilla bean then.
Don't have that? Fine. I tried the mango-orange. Which is horrible as I painfully learned.
And I asked for a sourdough bagel, toasted with cream cheese. Great, I get it, pay for it, and hop off.
When I settle in, I notice something about my bagel. It isn't not sourdough.
It's SALSA.
I notice this because when I bit into it tasted like warm salsa bagel and cream cheese.
Fucking fantastic.
What sadist said to combine salsa and bagel? Possibly one of the most revolting flavors ever, so I had to throw it out and because I had opened it in my car, my car smells of salsa bagel. Which is nausea-inducing.
I was in a sour mood at school, and I've been battling some dark moods, lately I've been feeling really out of sorts, and I don't quite know why.
Things in my life are just coming apart, I guess.
Oddly enough, the class was interesting, even though one student incorrectly told the story of the Sacrifice of Isaac (she said it was about sacrificing a goat, but God didn't want that, and then they did anyway and *oof* another Catholic girl obviously didn't pay attention in religion classes, meanwhile I, the mostly secular-going-to-hell lasped-only-baptized-at-birth Catholic knew the full context of the story).
It's not a theology class I'm taking, as I just realized that's a very wonky paragraph. It's Art of the Italian Renaissance. We were discussing the Bapistry Doors in Florence.
The sacrifice of Isaac's goat, indeed. Nobody ever remembers Abraham, huh? Poor Abraham, doing God's bidding and all, and he gets is some soroity girl telling a story about God being a flip floppin' goat-killing deity.
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Date: 2004-09-28 02:43 am (UTC)SALSA BAGEL?
What?!
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Date: 2004-09-28 07:38 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-09-28 03:07 am (UTC)And, as always, those crazy Christians never get the Jew parts of the story right. If it had been a goat, my sons wouldn't have been snipped on the eigth day. Ah, well. (Obviously, many Christians do know the first part. But I'm always shocked at how many don't.)
I remember when A was a tiny lad in nursery school, his non-Jewish teachers attempted to explain the story of Passover. My husband over heard one little girl explaining ernestly to her mother that they had to buy a kitten and slaughter it so they could put its blood on the door. Still cracks me up to this day. I love religion.
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Date: 2004-09-28 07:43 pm (UTC)Yes, those three of them out there. But seriously, that's just a vile, vile idea. People in the creation part of food production are getting far too wacky with their ideas.
those crazy Christians never get the Jew parts of the story right
Ain't that the true. But in way, it's interesting to see how very wrong they get it, as well as the fact that most Christians take imperfect, highly selective translations as the Word of God, and er, a lot of time? Tis very wrong. Ah, Christianity, fandom wishes it was as crazy as you.
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Date: 2004-09-28 03:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-28 07:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-28 09:19 am (UTC)*shivers*
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Date: 2004-09-28 07:44 pm (UTC)I'm doing better today.
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Date: 2004-09-29 09:04 pm (UTC)The sacrifice of Isaac's goat, indeed. Nobody ever remembers Abraham, huh? Poor Abraham, doing God's bidding and all, and he gets is some soroity girl telling a story about God being a flip floppin' goat-killing deity.
This gave me the best laugh I've had in days. I've been to Bible studies (Daddy was a preacher-man). Forgot most of what I learned. But even I - heathen that I am - remember the story of freaking ABRAHAM.
Now I love my dad's story about some redneck he had in a previous parish, who - during some self-righteous kerfuffle or other - said, "The *Saint* James Bible... (meaning *King* James) It was good enough for Jesus Christ and it's good enough for me!"
Because everyone knows that Jesus and the Disciples spoke and wrote in 17th century English.