MY DEMENTED DIARY

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A Walk Through the
Valley of the Shadow

Today we celebrate a feast day in honor of Saint Hesychios the Martyr. I can't tell from that little write-up what he's supposed to be the patron saint of. Crowns of incorruption, maybe?

Yesterday's Secular Humanism presentation was fun. The speaker was Herb Silverman, a university professor who declared himself to be an atheist and ran for governor of South Carolina just to challenge the religious belief requirement in the state constitution. The judge ruled that he couldn't overthrow the requirement unless Dr. Silverman won, which he didn't. He finally got it overthrown when he signed up as a Notary Public.

The drive up was delightfully uneventful. The drive back was made interesting by watching a Prince Georges County police car lose control and get spun around backwards. Miraculously, he didn't crash.

So anyhow, today is Sunday, and the calendar specifies purple altar covers, and we'll probably follow the New Age tradition of giving up altar covers for Lent.

I've gotten a start into re-reading the books of Charles Fort. He's got one foot slip-sliding around in Woo-Woo-Land and the other foot groping for a foothold in honest skepticism. Great fun to read.

Oh by the way, the new DiaryLand Control Section format was somewhat of a jolt this morning when I first signed on before the first cup of coffee hit the neuronic synapses. Those of you who don't have your own diaries on DiaryLand don't know what I'm talking about, of course. It's a radical color change and stuff switched all around, but no earth-shaking change in content.

Happy Sunday!

OrneryPest