I had to share this...

I found this particulary ridiculous gem on a particularly ridiculous Christian website:

"There have been some questions as of late on why we moved our web-site. As stated, it was due to our previous host's lack of strong condemnation of triclavianism. I would like to clarify this situation as I think it illustrates an overlooked heresy in today's Church.

Triclavianists hold that three, and only three, nails were used to affix our Lord Jesus Christ to the cross. While it might be true that three nails were used -- and, in fact, archeological evidences uncovered by Biblical researchers positively point to this conclusion -- it is erroneous, and theologically dangerous, to make this a doctrinal position. The Bible does not enumerate the Lord's nails and any extra-Biblical research on the subject -- while both interesting and useful for apologetic purposes when dealing with those afflicted with a Secular world view that denies even the historicity of our Lord's passion and crucifixion -- cannot be considered of any substantive import to the Faith.

The Bible is the infallible and inerrant word of God; everything that He wanted us to know about Faith can be found in its pages. If He remains silent on the issue of the number of nails used in the sacrifice of His only begotten Son, then it is not for us to presume to make it a point of contention. Those that do are like the Pharisees, hypocritical in their righteousness based on their own worldly learning, and they will lead people astray and away from the True teachings of God. Therefore, we must oppose their strident and irrelevant teachings on the triune nature of the implements of our Lord's impalement."

-from: http://objectiveministries.org/pastorscorner/#06-19-2003

I am amazed. I had no idea that this kind of fundamentalist nitpicking went on within radical christian groups. But I suppose as a religious reactionary, one might as well react to EVERYTHING. "The truine nature of our Lord's impalement". Priceless.

That's about it. Have a lovely sleep, my dearies.

-Råtta

"playing the wantons"

I found this hilarious bit in an article I was using for a paper I wrote recently. It made me laugh out loud for a good length of time:

"another account written by a sixteenth-century Venetian envoy indicates that in Ottoman harems, vegetables such as cucumbers were banned from use for erotic enjoyment:
[I]t is not lawful for any one to bring aught in unto them [the women of the harem] with which they may commit deeds of beastly uncleannesse; so that if they have a will to eate Cucumbers, they are sent in unto them sliced to deprive them of the meanes of playing the wantons (quoted from Murray and Roscoe 1997, 98)."

Home Haircut

Hello all- I bet you've all given up on my blog, which is entirely reasonable as I haven't updated in approximately forever. But if you do happen to look at this- Hello!!!

I am supposed to be writing a paper that is overdue- but instead I'm finding all the ways I can to procrastinate. One of the ways I employed last night was getting my hair cut by my roommate. I was getting the time-to-get-a-haircut-mullet, and complaining about it, so laura offered to cut my hair. And it was actually doing quite well, until I decided I was going to do something with my bangs. Now it is definitely a "home haircut". I'm telling myself it's an exercise in humility.

In other news, I painted my room. YAY! It is now a dark green, a hue that my roommate jacquie called "like a turtle". I like that description. Someday methinks I'll post before and after photos for all your enjoyment.

Last Saturday one of my roommates got married, so now this Saturday we're having an interview with laura's brother, chris. I'm excited about this- I think chris is a nifty sort, and someone good to have after the roommate fiasco of yore. Here's the brief description of said 'roommate fiasco':

We interviewed and accepted this fella into the coop- and basically things didn't work out well. He told a disturbing story, and used racist, sexist, heterosexist and ableist language within the first two days he lived with us. He also seemed to be pushing boundaries and attempting to gain control in the house right away. So we told him that we didn't want him to live here anymore, and the long and the short of it is that he felt wronged and mistreated, and there was a lot of discomfort and unease in the house all around for a about 3 weeks until he found a new place to live.

Uugghhh... just thinking about it makes me feel yuckie inside. It was not a fun time.

But things feel good and safe and normal again at home, which is a blessing. Hooray for my happy house!

That's all I'm going to write for now. I lurves you all, and I hope to see you at christmas time!

-Rattigan