Let us Lament

I blame the workplace.

The other day at work I'm listening to Pandora Radio. If you're unfamiliar with this site, it compiles and plays music similar to the artist or song or genre you select. All for free.

I'm working in another tab when this new song begins to play. Unapologetically poppy and rhythmic. It's playing softly in the background and then the chorus hits. What's this?...It's kind of good...Yeah, I dig this.

I'm subtly bobbing and weaving to the beat in my chair as I'm editing a web page. That chorus hits again. Yeah baby. I've got to check what song this is.

Then it happened. I switched tabs. 20,000 volts of regret jolted through me. Oh crap! I like Bo Bice!

Television eats souls

Yesterday, in a Lectureship class, I heard an eyebrow-raising quote:
"The death of Christ is not necessary for the forgiveness of sins."-Dr. Mark Love

Transition

Last night found 2025 Lincoln Drive celebrating the first weekly Roommate Night at the Sardine (the name of our house- there are 7 occupants). Congregating in the freshly-cleaned and newly-accessorized living room, we turned off the tv and just spent time together. Seriously, we had a ball. No agenda. We threw darts and talked. It was embarrassing to think of how often we had been in the same room at the same time, but the main reason for congregating was the television. Thanks to Giroshima for cooking a delicious dinner. I look forward to next week.
I also look forward to seeing old friends this weekend for Bid Night. Safe travels everyone.