whiski_sour | It's not that I have nothing to do...

I bought a messanger bag for school and it arrived today. At the time the UPS man brought it, I was singing Monkees songs at the top of my lungs in the kitchen when the guy hastily dropped the package on the back stoop, knocked on the door, and scampered off to his truck.

I imagine he's now back at his office requesting never to deliver to my house because he fears I'll steal his soul.

I think I'm going to try to go to a picket the 23rd. I read in The Pantagraph today that some nice religious people are coming in from Kansas to picket in front of a business. It's not because the business is bad, really, but because it's based in Sweden. And, in that country, one of their like-minded friends got into some trouble for making anti-gay comments.

See, these people, unlike most denomenations who believe God loves everyone and just doesn't particularly like certain things we do, believes God hates people. And, they believe that God hates homosexuals most of all.

So, I want to go to their picket. I think I'm gonna take a lawn chair and a sack lunch and make a day of it. Not gonna cause any trouble or get into it with them. Just gonna go watch the weirdos.

Sure, I've seen weirdos before. My junior high school band got protested at the Columbus Day parade in Chicago because our mascot is a Native American (CJHS Warriors). Talk about a wild experience for a bunch of confused pre-teens.

But, I don't think I've seen weirdos like these before. I mean, these are hardcore religious weirdos that picket churches who believe that God loves everyone. Maybe I'll take a camera and scrapbook the occasion.

The potential for good times is just astronomical. I hope I can go.

In the meantime, I'm going to see Alien Vs Predator tonight with