Glory’s blog

Well, ain't I the definition of MIA.

For those of you who might have wondered, I'm doing quite fine. Very happy to be out of Kentucky and in Florida. I've changed quite a bit since going MIA in July. I'm a stronger Christian, a better person, more loved, stronger, smarter, less liberal, all-around better.

I'm also MySpace addicted. Feel free to add me there. www.myspace.com/presidentglory

And I still support Obama in 08.

Thanks to Lilu, who has been an awesome friend during this time of change, and Ben, who checked up on me to make sure I was alive a few weeks ago.

Honestly, I don't even know why Vox has this feature at all, but I'm posting this to please ask those of you in my neighborhood not to send me anymore posts. If I add you to my neighborhood it's because I enjoy reading what you post and therefore do, so there's no need to clog my email with links to something I'm going to, or have already, read. It's just a personal preference regarding a feature I find annoying and slightly pointless. I mean, I know I'd feel weird posting something and then sending the darn thing into all of your inboxes. Am I the only one who's slightly put off by it?

Either way, just asking. Hmmm. I think this post might actually be as annoying as those automated Vox messages themselves. :)

What do you enjoy most about summer?
Submitted by Alex.

The fact that it's still light at 8 'o clock. Other than that, I think I hate summer. I don't handle heat well. There are bugs, specifically spiteful, dive-bombing, maniacal wasps. Then there's the issue of tornado season (i.e: Glory Freaks Out And Huddles In The Fetal Position On The Bathroom Floor season. Long yet true story. Tornadoes suck.). I much prefer fall, especially that magical bridge between autumn and winter when the bugs start dying and it's cool outside...yeah. I like that time of year the most. But summer? Eh.

Apparently the word "screwing" kept me from a G.

What do you absolutely refuse to eat?

Hmm, I just left a comment on Lilu's vox about this, but cheese is something I cannot and will not eat. As I told her, I use uncooked spaghetti sticks to dig the cheese out of pizza rolls. That's how anti-cheese I am. Besides cheese, I'll never eat deer, rabbit, duck, or any other similarly adorable animal. I know I'm a hypocrite for then turning around and eating, say, bacon (aka Wilbur), but whatever. I'm a hypocrite, then.

A hypocrite who hates cheese.

....but I'm still burned out.

Ugh.

So I've been a bit MIA lately. I have no excuses. Shame, shame.

Basically, most of my time online anymore is spent on my writing, and frankly, I haven't come across much in the news that's fired me up politically. I'll say this much, it is much easier to stay up to date on the news around the world when you have cable, which right now, I don't. (That's right - I'm going to miss the 24 finale tomorrow night. GRRR.) Yes, the internet is a far more exhaustive and helpful tool with regard to the news and politics than television, but it's not what I'm used to. I've missed all of the debates - I'm sorry, YouTube with its maddening skippage is painful, and I'd rather read blurbs than torture myself there - and I hardly feel as if I'm qualified to comment anymore unless it's some mildly abstract principled issue rather than a hot-button, up to the minute issue. It may also be that I'm mildly burned out.

But I'll be back in my groove soon enough. Frankly, I'd rather let this blog waste away for a little while than just answer Qotd's and bore everyone with inane details about my life (or the lack thereof).

One word on the 24 finale: if the spoilers I've read are true, oh my God, I am going to cry both tears of fangirl joy and tears of utter devastation for not being able to watch it myself. I mean, we are talking the greatest ending to a season ever. You may never hear from me on this blog ever again because I'll be too busy furiously writing my dream version of Day 7 to notice anything else happening in the world. It's that good.

See? This is why I should step away for awhile. I'm already boring everyone.

EDIT: I should also mention that I am absolutely keeping up with my neighborhood. I love each & every one of you and you all brighten my day. I'll probably end up leaving more comments than writing actual posts for a little while. But you all are awesome, and I shall keep up with you, burned out or not. :)

I'm not going to talk about politics or the controversy this man caused in his lifetime. I'm not going to crack jokes. I'm not going to be a hypocritical liberal who derides Falwell and men like him for their judgemental rhetoric and then turns around and engages in it myself. This is not the time for politics.

I pray for the well being of Mr. Falwell's family, and because I know his faith was sincere and real, I pray that he's in a better place now and is home with his Lord. That's really all I can say.

What were the main household rules when you were growing up?  What are the rules in your own house now?
Brought to you by the movie Georgia Rule.  

No cursing, no dating, no smoking, no viewing of the Smurfs, MTV, or Vh1, no music of the non-Christian post-1985 variety, no driving until the age of 18, no tank tops, no cutting of hair (that was specific to me, but I broke the rule last year FINALLY and it was a non-event), no black or similarly dark nail polish, no eyeliner until the age of 15 or so, no piercings until 16, no radio...am I scaring anyone yet?