Not the most exciting couple of days, but I got some stuff done…for example, if my soul was as clean and untarnished as my bathtub was by Saturday afternoon, I almost certainly would have gotten Raptured.*

Otherwise, we unloaded the eldest child at girl scout high adventure camp for a couple of days, did a little little shopping, got some housecleaning done, played a little Portal 2 (I’m only just starting chapter three, people, don’t spoil me!), hung out with friends for a little while, and not much else out of the ordinary.

Oh, also, some of the housecleaning led directly to shopping. We dropped some old clothes and an old NTSC tv off at the Goodwill store, and I came back with a JVC dual cassette deck (so I can play all the tapes at the bottom of my music trunk again) and a plasma ball (because I never had one, and really, I don’t own enough mad scientist paraphrenalia).

Not bad for fourteen bucks’ investment, since that tape deck probably cost $200 new.

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* – Not that I believed the world was going to end on Saturday; that’s a ridiculous notion, and not at all biblically sound (were I of the stripe to look for justification there); pre-millenial dispensationism as theology is pretty fringe, and only about 125 years old anyway – it’s just gotten mainstreamed because of the Left Behind books, which as we all know, are pretty much crap. However, I kind of feel for all those folks who planned their entire lives around not being in the world anymore after Saturday, 6:00pm, quitting jobs and blowing money on billboards and such; not to mention how they all had to look at each other on Sunday morning in the megachurch pews feeling sheepish. I can’t imagine they feel particularly secure in their convictions or their financial situation right now, and neither of those things feels particularly good in my experience. Still, I haven’t tired of the bathtub joke all weekend since I originally made it, so I share it here for posterity.