Concentration broken during database insert confirmation. Another posting attempt made at 12:58:15. Out before one o'clock, guilt free and full of food. How often does this happen in your religious establishment? 12:59:00. The keyboard in qwerty. That's the problem. No, wait. It's in dvorak. It's right. Not qwerty at all. Dvorak. Good. That's why I feel at home now, and didn't when I was typing those other ramblings. Or some of them, at least. After 1 now. Oh well. 1:01:39...

[A request to all non-believers: Though all are always welcome in the prescence of the Goddess -- 12:48:13 -- 31. 32. 33. 34. 35. 36. 37. 38. 39. 40. 41. 42. 43. 44. 45. 12:49:15. Getting hot in here. Let's finish making the sign before the X-tian terrorists get here. Ahem.]

[Starting the sign again: [A request to all non-believers: Though all are always welcome in the prescence of the Goddess, we respectfully request that whenever anyone enters this sacred space, all logical debates about reason, theology, and other trivial linguistic arguments be left outside. Even the much-feared Christians and Muslims -- whose beatings have inflicted the freshesh, most recent, rawest scars -- are welcome to come in. Please, just show a tiny fraction of the respect we would show your God if we were to be forced to enter one of your churches. Is this an acceptable compromise? posting: 8/31/04 12:55:36 right now.]]

I don't have any music to go with it just yet. The thick, loud headphones covering my ears while my dad stumbles about, chatters, tries to distract me, listens to his radio, and offers to feed me more food after I've just had 2+ chocolate bars -- well, the headphones should be enough to cast a small veil over my presence, even though I can still clearly hear everything going on around me -- even the sports cars now revving up their engines outside the closed and sealed apartment windows.

Our First Prayer for today: Thank You Goddess For Giving Me Such Sensitive Ears. They come in extra handy during times of trouble such as this. In return, I shall promise to return as often as I can, to feed and water the spirit of the Great Goddess -- both in my mind, and in the world of Men -- as often as possible. I know there is a good chance this promise might be broken, but I pledge to the bottom of my heart to try as hard as I can to keep it, even as they torture me until the end of days, if it should come to that.

A Second Prayer for today: I entreat the Goddess to send me one of Her human surrogates, and soon. I beg forgiveness for this bold request, and humbly prostrate my spiritual self low to the ground for even thinking such a thing while there are others in far more need. I am a selfish Man, and need to be disciplined. It is up to the Goddess to select the mode, means, and application of such discipline. Blessed Be.

A Third Prayer for today:

[Pause. After a batch of harsh jibber jabber from the Rush Limbaugh radio, Bitscape's Earthly ^Father finally succeeds in penetrating the veil. Though it is obvious that Bitscape just wants to sit and type peacefully at the computer for a while, the father continues to try to offer food, asks questions about whether any food has already been consumed, etc etc. ... [[We're getting behind. Now another veil is being created and broken down. More mystery. More invisible smoke, peppered with strong opium in the air. The light changes, the sun gets brighter and hotter, I'm feeling weak, spaced out, and helpless again, and... there's just nothing I can do to stop this sleepiness from coming. Mass is temporarily closing. It will resume again later, we hope.]

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