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I've been writing my thank-you notes to send to people who sent me birthday gifts.

And I found myself writing a note to Mary, my former employer, though she didn't send me anything.

Because I had some things to thank her for. Not all of them are in the letter, not the most important one, at least.

I thanked her for giving me the job at a time when I truly needed one. I thanked her for trusting me to care for Sonny for as long as she did. And I thanked her for caring about me, even though she didn't understand me.

Here, I thank her for something else. I thank her for making me realized how blessed I am in terms of family and friends. Because of her actions, I have realized what a gift and blessing all of you are to me. What a blessing my mom and dad are. My grandmother. All of you who know me and trust me despite or because of knowing me.

Ah-ha!

In Mountie on the Bounty, the bucket that Fraser puts over Ray's head has elastic cords with metal hooks attached to it. Hooks that he attaches to things, so that the bucket will stay in place and provide a bubble of air.

Hmm.

"Word of advice - your tongue, electricity - not a good mix." Ray - Burning Down the House

"Generally speaking, water and electronics are not a good mix." Fraser - Mountie on the Bounty

Spiritual stuff:

So, finally got Conversations with God; Part One. I've read the other two parts, but not the first. And now I have all three checked out of the library.

What these books are most useful for, for me, at least... anyway, they make me think. About life, faith, happiness.

I just started and one of the things mentioned is that there are two wellsprings of emotion, love and fear, and everything springs from those two emotions. Which made me think about what makes those two emotions the two emotions and it has to do with trust. Love is trust. Fear is lack of trust.

Also, it made me think about my own position on prayer. I'm a big believer in answered prayers. That is, I believe that every prayer is answered. Every prayer that I have ever made has been answered. My own problem is that I don't ask. I don't feel that I deserve things, and so, while I want them, I don't ask or pray for them.

I still have that instinctive "I'm not good enough" reaction.

I've been wondering whether or not I should continue to call myself a Christian. And really, it does depend on how you define the word. If being Christian means a person who tries to live life as Christ did, then I'm one. If being a Christian means that I think that Jesus is the only way to heaven, then I'm not.

I've stopped believing in hell, though honestly I never had a strong belief in its existence.

Eh, it's too late/early for Deep Thoughts.

Paul Gross is pretty. Callum Keith Rennie is pretty. They're both very pretty when they smile at each other.

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When would be a good time for due Southiness? Are you free this weekend?

Erotica, porn, whatever...

I've been reading Kellie Matthews's due South fic and it's making me realize how much sexual tension is a matter of perspective.

That's not quite what I mean. Let's try again. Put it a different way.

I like reading about sex if it's in character. If the sex is just 'insert tab a into slot b' then it's pointless and adds nothing to the story. You want to have sex that resonates with the character. And that's what Kellie does. Fraser uses the phrase 'gluteus maximii' and it's hot because it's a Fraser way of saying it. Everyone is unique, even (especially?) in bed. Or up against a wall. Or on the floor. Or in a car.

Heh.

Sex only works for me if it serves story, basically. This includes plotless porn, 'cause in that case the sex is the story.

Because I was curious...

And my name gets nothing interesting.
Oregon City Googlisms

Oregon City is the first incorporated city west of the Mississippi.

Oregon City is also a natural bottleneck for travel up and down the Willamette valley.

Oregon City is said to be the site of the 1845 coin flip to name Portland.

Oregon City is not there.

Oregon City is the perfect transportation solution.

Oregon City is dangerous for jumping.

Oregon City is the vice president.

Oregon City is a hotbed of supernatural activity for a city of its size.

Oregon City is an art form.

Slashing the Slashers

Just signed up for the LJ slashathon. Looks like fun.