Das ist nicht ein mal falsch.

Need to learn to give up arguing with people who are gung-ho about clinging to their truths in defiance of fact or basic civil behaviour. oneironaut pointed out the basic reality that arguing with people on the internet isn't about convincing the people, it's about convincing the lurkers; still frustrating.

In other news, meh. I repotted all of my plants except the orchid (which I need to get a pot for specially) today just so that I'd accomplish something. I've asked teinedreugan to share some motivation with me if he comes across any. Need to get work done; staring into space is demanding so much attention, though.

The statue of Nebet-het is fired; I need to paint it tomorrow and Thursday.

I want to angst and stress about stuff, but . . . I'm so wrung out about it that I don't actually have anything to say. Mumblety mumble mumble. Butter scraped over too much bread.

I thought of writing a post about the wake. Maybe I will, when the language processes through or something.

And . . . hell, I think the other thing I want to write is going in a different post, because I don't want to mingle it with trivialities and whingeing.

The Gods Must Be Crazy [Too]

Wepwawet, wep em wawet
Dua iyiek, dua peretek.

From a modern prayer to Wepwawet. Lovely cadences. I'm going to wander around muttering it until I have it engraved in my brain, for my brain is only made of tar (and things stick to it) when I'm not trying.

I need to make a statue for Him, if I can figure out what it should look like. And He's just grinning at me, waiting for me to hit the right spot for everything to open up and cascade out into an understanding and a glory. I know it'll happen sometime; He knows it'll happen sometime.

Joke's on me, as usual.

(And now He's quoting Kosh again. He intoned: "Yes." I can tell, this is going to be a running gag.)