conjectural navel gazing; jesus in lint form

smite...

I appreciate the well-wishing. I do. Thanks.

I emailed a friend about the refusal to fund the proposed position and he suggested something that made me laugh out loud.

Sorry to hear about your grant. That truly sucks. Can't you have God smite somebody? Nothing too horrific mind you. Maybe a rash or bad hair cut.

Ah, would that this were possible. I imagine that the Pastoral Care Department would never have a budget crisis.

"You want to trim the budget where? The last time a CEO tried that his car turned into a field of pansies and his wife took up bird watching...in Estonia! We don't mess with the chaplains. Let's see if radiology really needs that third MRI machine."

Yeah, something like that would be fun.

In other news, OotG has a gig this Saturday evening at the Small Bar. I hope you can all come. The gig this past Sunday at the Andersonville Midsummerfest went well. I was sad to have missed it, but maybe we can play again next year. In the mean, come this Saturday. We will go on at about 10:00pm.

Posted by tripp at June 17, 2005 10:22 AM