C'mon

judging by the comment left on my last posting it seems that someone disagrees with me. which is fantastic! but if you are going to publicly dissent at least have the balls to leave your name.

and, for the record, there is a fundamental difference between writing what i believe on my own personal blog site (an address given only to family and friends, although the public is free to seek it out) and standing on a corner recruiting for a cause. especially when my beliefs encompass an aversion to any sort of proselytizing.

My Favourite Type of Fear-Mongering

a new religious fanatic has decided to pass out pamphlets outside of my office. granted, i have a soft spot for him and his albino ways but still, there is no place for that in public, even if he is part of one of the most comical and hypocritical faiths (jews for jesus). today's pamphlet, which obviously i took, was entitled 'so just how do they kosher a pickle?' although i was disappointed to find that there were no actual laws of kashrut contained within. as it turns out (and i never would have predicted this), the question was redundant because really we should just embrace jesus to save our souls from eternal damnation! sweet religious fear-mongering.

i understand that the certain religions include the obligation to spread the word and recruit for the cause but that leaves me with a general feeling of suspicion. i just can't get onboard with the concept of a diety that is so judgmental as to permanently damn people to hell, literally, just for being born into particular circumstances. wouldn't a benevolent lord that judges people on their actions and their deeds on earth, regardless of the religious path they are on, be easier to worship? and, at the very least, how cocky are these guys on the street that think that they can tell me what to believe? as if i am so morally bankrupt that i am just going to take advice from the religious dude, standing next to the raving homeless person, because he handed me a flourescent green pamphlet.

'God only accepts "Kosher" people into heaven & Jesus is in the business of "Koshering" people!'

Your Bed Does NOT Look Like A Dance Floor

we had taryn's birthday celebration yesterday and it turned out to be an interesting event. the day started off slowly because we were both a bit on the sick side. we had a good bite breakfast and did some shoe shopping. then taryn spent four hours watching dodgeball and the dodgeball special features! it was raining outside so i was pretty happy to curl up in bed and watch a couple of episodes of the west wing season four (i love it!). after that we played a game of trivial pursuit and for some reason the questions were ridiculously hard. had i followed baseball religiously throughout the eighties and nineties i'm sure i would have been a rock star though. taryn put on a dance show for me and was step-ball-changing and plie-ing across the living room!

after we got dressed we met allie in kensington for dinner at supermarket. it was sort of an asian tapas sort of place and the food was delicious. too bad the service was absolute garbage. i mean, diabolical. but i'd still probably go back. ben met us after we were done dinner but the kitchen closed at ten so he couldn't order anything for dessert.

shannon and kr joined us at the velvet underground although kr had to go home relatively early. taryn wasn't feeling well and disappeared to the bathroom for a while. we were a bit worried but she eventually returned and claimed to feel fine. the v.u. wasn't particularly eventful although shannon was teaching me her ways with the men. she ended up chatting some little british-indian up while i was giving the eyes to a flaming homosexual, just for the practice.

we got the cab to drop us at yonge and eg because we thought that street-meat might be in order but it was not to be. a group of guys we met on the street kindly invited us over to their place for grilled cheese. we took them up on the offer and were subsequently disappointed when they didn't even have bread. they tried to lure us upstairs for a dance party but the "dance floor" turned out to be some dude's bed so we made our exit. they were totally ridiculous.

p.s. i came on the perrier!