Life, Fannishness, and Thespic Infatuation

Would it make sense if I said that we had Dean music in church today?

Hard guitar, lots of drum, very loud, and not in a key that I can easily sing in. (My hearing has always been more sensitive to loud music than everyone else around me, but I'd have kinda liked to be able to turn the volume down just a notch today.)

Then they temper it with stuff I know and can sing, so it's all good.

This week's exeunt music after church service was "Amazing Grace" to the tune of "House of the Rising Sun."

Almost disconcerting how well it fits the melody, except "Amazing Grace" in a minor key just doesn't seem right.

That, and the sense of cognitive dissonance that set in.

It was almost exactly a year ago today that I cut my thumb while making chili. Well, today, while making breakfast, I burnt my right index finger (I'm right handed, and it's also making typing a bit of a challenge) by directly touching the still-freakin'-hot burner on the stove. It's a glass top stove, and I forgot that the burner was still hot, so I reached to scrape something off with my finger, and . . . yeah. I no longer have a finger print.

Actually, it's not that bad. I do still have a finger print. Or will, when it heals. But in the meantime--OW!!!!

Thanks to this little mishap totally screwing up my morning schedule, I feared that we weren't going to make it out the door in time to get to church service at the new church we tried this morning . . . which is half an hour away. But then I thought, hey. If I'm ready by 9, we'll go. If not, we'll go someplace here.

And I'm glad we did. It felt the most like our home church back in Ohio of any of the churches we've tried. The congregation is smaller, but it's got a diversity of age ranges--they've got children's and youth programming, which, even if Geo and I don't have children of our own, children are a sign of growth potential in a church, the leaders of tomorrow and such. The music was a good mix of stuff that was new to me and stuff I recognized. They've got adult Bible studies, which I can't take part in right now due to my schedule, but they have them, which is a good sign. And it was the first sermon I was inspired to take notes for--brief though they were--since we've been here. Wait. I take that back. I've taken notes when the bulletin includes an outline.

The Christian lifestyle, by design, requires sacrifice. And if this is where God wants us, a half an hour drive once or twice a week is a small sacrifice indeed.

So those of you who are prayin' for us? Continued thanks. We're not ready to become members of this congregation, but we liked it well enough to go back again.

So. Churches are finally cluing in to what (Christian) Who fans have known since . . . well, since we started pondering the New Who, I guess.

Dr. Who as messianic parable

Have you ever noticed how much the words Wal-Mart and Voldemort sound alike? I think there's a connection there.

( The Dread Pirate Wal-Mart )

I played the piano for church today. Geo assures me that I did fine, and several people expressed their gratitude, but it's been well on 15 years since I've played for an audience, let alone as an accompanist, and my hands were shaking so badly. On the up side, I was so nervous, I didn't feel the cut on my thumb. And today was the easy songs. Next week are the songs in 12/8 and 9/8 time that I'm going to have to dissect and re-count in 3's.

Random aside: izhilzha, would it not be totally awesome and canon-based if Don's sekrit math skill actually were music? It's already helped him crack one case.