In totally unrelated news, I was just in the room with my mom, and she had CSI on AMC (what the crud is a show that recent doing on that channel???) and there was a man on there who’d pretty much peeled off his face with a broken mirror. How he got to that situation is also disgusting, so I won’t go into it, but daaaaang…they really will show anything on TV these days. It won’t be too soon that I get that image out of my head. u_u Ugh!

EDITED TO CORRECT: It wasn’t CSI; it was one of those movies about Hannibal Lector. I still think an R-rating was too generous to just that scene alone, let alone anything else in the movie.

This makes me smile. It also clarifies the nature of the excommunications for the SSPX.

I’m at work right now. I was treated to a great hand bell choir concert as a result. My final (I think…) band concert of college is tomorrow, and I’m uber sad about that. I really do love band, though my behavior (i.e. practicing and such,) probably says the exact opposite. =-( I want to play at least on the intermission piece at Commencement, as well as at the Baccalaureate Mass, where I’ll also be singing.

Job hunt is on the bullet train to Nowheresville. St. Joseph, ora pro nobis…