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we're going to a taping of ENOUGH ROPE with Andrew Denton next monday. they send you a questionnaire to fill out before the taping, and their researcher just called and asked if i could be interviewed in the audience segment because of one of my answers. to 'the day i will never forget...' i answered the day my mother's partner died of cancer - being there the moment he died was amazing.

and it was! but now i have to work out how to talk about it coherently to andrew denton in front of tv cameras. :)

Amy's Diary...Dear Dairy

and this is great too...the narration is classic.

The Exorcist in 30 seconds. With bunnies.

This is very funny.

the bog of eternal indecision

i think i'm at one of those points again. i get here every so often, where i feel like something is about to happen but i don't know what it is. something that will take me off in a new direction.

i worry, sometimes, that i won't have the courage to make tricky or risky decisions when i need to. like, should i go overseas, should i quit my job, should i take the plunge and write full time without a safety net, should i, should i, should i...? then i usually end up bogged down in indecision, not doing anything.

i shouldn't worry, i know. i'm one of those people who believes that everything happens for a reason, and in its own time (for everything there is a season (turn, turn, turn)) - that is an attitude that infuriates some people. i don't believe in fate, or destiny. believing that God has a purpose for me is different, to my way of thinking. i know some of you would see those things as being one and the same, but i think they're different.

i think time moves too slowly for me. i forget that when you look back, the events of your life compress into quite a small space. but when you are playing them out in real time, it seems to take forever to get from point to point. the day to day living seems to drag on interminably, and its only later you can see that big changes were occurring - just in glacial movements, rather than hummingbird movements.

my true calling

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You are a GRAMMAR GOD!

i always knew i was something. see if you can join me in the pantheon of grammatical godliness. it's cold up here.

yeah - what she said!

This got me excited (excited, because I'm always amazed and encouraged when I unexpectedly discover someone I respect and admire is a Christian, and is bold about it. It seems particularly unlikely in Teresa Nielsen Hayden's case, that she would be so forthright about her faith, being a sci fi editor and someone whose blog is read by lots of people, many of them steadfastly anti-religion - but it makes it even cooler somehow!).

And I most heartily concur with her beliefs, by the way.

I had a great Easter, I don't know about you. Everything just worked this year - some years I get too distracted by what I have to do (I play music at my church) and don't focus on the reason why I am participating and celebrating Easter. But this year all the talks/sermons at church were brilliant, the music rocked (except for the hymn, but that wasn't supposed to), I spent time with people I love, and, something I find exciting, I read passages in my Bible that I've read hundreds of times before and they struck me in new ways. I find it difficult sometimes to read my Bible with more thought than I do the back page of the newspaper - and there's hardly any point doing it if it's just a chore. Over the last week, however, I've been reading in the four gospels about the last hours of Jesus' life (the events covered in The Passion for those unfamiliar with the books), and been gripped by the visceral reality of the narratives, and the massive implications of what is actually happening.

If you don't believe what I believe, then I suppose it might just seem like an interesting story, or a powerful myth. But if you do believe...isn't it incredible?