Œcumenical Panheresy.

I am Mr. G. Z. Thompson. You may call me Mr. Thompson.

3.2.06

for want of

Ian discovered the greatest thing yesterday: an old monitor that one is not going to resell may as well be drawn on with Sharpies. I haven't done it to mine yet, but I shall. I think things like, "Remember you are mortal," "Seek and love truth above all else," and, "Death to the World," would be nice upbeat reminders. It'll be great. If I could take heart in hand, what I'd give to you...

Finally heard back, the man just said, 'Test Monday, here's the review sheet.' Hope I don't fail.

I, of course, have to shave the beard in shame. First, though, I need pictures and then muttonchops of death and destruction. Since I'm going to a baptism tomorrow and accordingly there'll be a pile of visiting priests on Sunday, so the muttonchops will have to wait. Maybe Sunday afternoon, hold the chops for a week.

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