Saying "Whoops!" everyday since 1975.
@werewolfbarmitzvah Really. Because said boyfriend is also a prog musician of some notoriaty, who has recently played in a band of prog musician of lots of notoriaty that toured a lot. Now I'm wondering if I've seen you out there with your husband amongst the pony-tailed Comic Book Guy clones. Because, as you know, only about 3 ladies ever show up to any other those things...
Oh, and also, I love the theremin.
As the long-time girlfriend of a prog musician, I have been the Hostage Girlfriend on many, many occasions. Now if I don't want to go, I just shrug and say, "Too proggy." End of discussion.
And dudes at prog shows are frequently alone with naught but their Dream Theater tee-shirts to keep them warm. Seems as if you get what you get if you like what you like. Going alone seems preferable to hostage situations.
@kayjay And sorry to accidentally throw an "e" at the end of your name, Maud. At least it's a quiet, unassuming one.
@overhere Yes! Thank you. Maude really said exactly what I've been thinking for so many years, after leaving my fundamentalist Baptist parents' home. If the God they worships hates gays, minorities, liberals and single moms, and will toss anyone who doesn't go along with His arbitrary idea of morality into a "Lake of Fire", then I'm Audi-5000. I'll cast my lot in with the heretics because I can't get behind a God who is such a raging, temper-tantrum-throwing jack-hole.
I had to create an account just to comment on this piece. I, too, was raised in an extremely fire and brimstone, Rapture-Ready household...except I never once felt rapture-ready. Both of my grandfathers were old-school Baptist ministers, who preached that when the Rapture does come, the dead in Christ would rise first (meaning, corpses would come crawling out of graves, all mottled and zombie-like [at least in my head they would]), and then the rest of the believers would be "caught up", leaving behind their clothes and blood in grisly piles all over the planet. I cannot count how many nightmares I've had as a child of coming home from school and seeing piles of blood-soaked clothes where my parents once stood. That's a pretty heavy thing to put on a kid.
I never got saved (except that one time in high school, but it's just because of the pressure...good christ the pressure!!!!!! It's like drinking at parties. Get saved because everyone's doing it at church camp!), so I am forever the Child Who Will Roast in a Lake of Fire for All Eternity to my parents, regardless of what I achieve in my life. Which used to totally bum me out, except now I sort of revel in it, knowing that I can't really make it worse, so I can pretty much do, say and offend in any way I see fit.
But I have to admit, even though I've been a staunch agnostic pretty much always (can someone be staunch in their agnosticism?), hearing Camping's predictions gave me a twinge of fear. I would never tell anyone else that. And I wouldn't even be admitting it now if it weren't for this article.
Soo...thanks for that? I don't know. It's just always nice to meet/read/be made aware of someone who knows exactly what Left Behind Anxiety is like. Looking forward to reading more from you on May 22nd and beyond.