These suckers are homicidal little buggers, even after they're dead.

Somehow, it's only fitting that we should eat them. I'm thinking I should buy some (after all, they ARE on sale . . . ) just to have the satisfaction of munching on something which has stabbed and poked me so many times.

So, you're raising an eyebrow, right? Why on earth am I handling king crab legs?

Weeeellll, you see, the store owner, Larry, got confused.

I called in to the good old grocery store to inform them that I would indeed be able to work over semester break, if they could use me. I also inquired after a job for my fiance, as he had expressed interest in making some extra cash if he could. Finding that my fiance had experience in the seafood department, and seeing that a couple people were on vacation back there and they could really use the help, they decided to hire him. Moreover, Larry, the store owner, got the idea into his head that they needed me back there, too. So, I ended up double-scheduled at both the cash register and the seafood counter - Angie had to shuffle things around. In the end, both Matthew and I ended up working in the meat and seafood department for the duration of Christmas break.

Now, an interesting facet of this new position made itself apparent within the first ten or twenty minutes of my first shift. I am princessed to an excessive degree in the meat and seafood department - it seems the butchers are exceedingly unaccustomed to having young women around. A couple of these bloody-aproned, tall, burly men, having removed all the four letter words from their vocabulary (small traces of chivalry are present, by some grace), are nearly mute, when it is quite obvious that they are, by nature, nothing of the sort to remain so disinclined to conversation. I would have it no other way - their usual modes of expression would hardly suit my taste, but the situation is rather awkward, nonetheless. I may have traces of country-bumpkin ancestry: I can speak fluent red-neck, as Matt has now seen first hand, but my southern roots are not strong enough to make me comfortable with being called "Miss Eh-mahly" all the time.

Keep the wedding plans in your prayers, everybody. Things are currently looking kinda rocky in that area right now . . . why, oh WHY, can't I have a teeeeeny tiny little wedding, huh? Why not?

Lots of love!!

I Miss My '73 Dodge Dart

Yeah, it just occurred to me . . . I miss my car.

. . . she looks kinda like this. (Yes, we refer to her with a feminine pronoun and she has a name - Suzie, the Swinger.) I'm afraid both of the cars pictured above are in in better shape than my Suzie, but she could look this good, if I had the money to fix her up a little - and, moreover, her mileage is really low, she runs pretty well, and her heater works really well. That's definitely a plus.

I get to see her this Saturday, though. Yay!

For Want of Charity

Perhaps I should get my head checked. I read an article in the Los Angeles Times yesterday and I found myself inclined to agree with it. This ought not happen, most of the time.

Now, perhaps it would be more correct to say that I read an article in the LA Times and agreed with the conclusions it reached, while many of the means it used to reach those conclusions I do not consider outstandingly persuasive. I mean, I will grant some of the observations hit at something like the truth. That I will say. For anyone who wants to read the article, it's here.

The question is about child molesters; should people be kept track of and chased out of their homes by angry neighbors with signs protesting their presence? I've seen reports on the KC news about this sort of thing happening there - it must happen fairly often, especially if it manages to happen here in CA where almost everyone is a crazy liberal nutjob.

Now, I have to admit that these people are sufferring the unavoidable consequences of their actions - society has been forced to distrust them, at least to some degree. Nevertheless, I can't help but think it's completely unjust to persecute someone for past sins when they've already made the necessary recompense to society as required by law. It keeps them from being able to live anywhere, keep a job . . . it just plain risks their capability to support themselves, ever again.

Moreover, it seems to me that it's an upfront violation of Christian charity to act this way. I simply don't see how anyone could justify this kind of behaviour if they accept Christian ethics.

What are your thougts about it, all you, uh, people who read this blog?