Yesterday I reread one of my favourite books, to reign in hell. It had been out of print for years and years, and i just got an original edition despite it just coming back into print. It’s about Heaven before there was an Earth, and how Satan was really the victim in all of this. Actually, everyone is the victim, but Yaweh is a bit more in the wrong than anyone else. He says that what he does (banishing Satan, Lucifer, at al) is because of foolish pride on Satan’s part, but really it’s just worse pride on his own part. The motivations behind Heaven, Archangels, Cherubim, and animals are all witty and extremely believeable. Also, if you don’t have any religious bias at all, you’ll probably be rooting for Satan the whole time. Or, maybe that was just me, but i think he came off as much more sympathetic (‘sympathy for the devil’).
I read the book in a single sitting, and afterwards i found myself believing it was all true for a second, but i caught myself before i could pledge allegiance to the devil.
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As predicted, using my bathroom now is quite like climbing into a toaster, since the radiator is barely a leg’s length across from the toilet. Meanwhile, the radiator behind the couch is fizzing like shaken soda, and i’m afraid the one in the kitchen is going to melt our table cloth. And they click and bump constantly, which i knew ahead of time, but it still annoys the hell out of me.
Err… anyhow, i just woke up because i thought the mouse was gnawing through the couch, but it was just the radiator turning on for the first time in the season.
Rest assured that i didn’t intend to harm the rodent, only to shoo it. In one of the two psychic events in my life today, i had already put mittens on before we spotted the mouse for the first time. The only other time in my life i dealt with a mouse was when i was four, also wearing mittens.
The other psychic twinge was using the same picture in my second-to-last post on Shafted that i used in my second post. Creepy, eh? Actually, the post was an excuse not to blog, and was rather amusing. Read it!
“I think the mouse is in the closet…”
“We have a gay mouse?”
“Well, most of my friends think you’re gay, so…”
It was at that point that i smacked Matt (aka Ethlin) with a flip-flop i was wielding against our new rodent friend. I think Amy (aka Zooey) was standing on the couch at that point, although i had offered her my stool. That was about the extent of the action, except for when i moved all of our stuff into the middle of the room to make sure the mouse wasn’t hiding behind anything.