Last night I was talking with Kelvar and arguing with him about whether or not God screws people around. This was how it went.

Kelvar: So have you heard about the guy that God wanted dead

Kelvar: seems some guy got trapped outside in a lightening storm

Kelvar: with his girlfriend

Kelvar: they sought shelter

Kelvar: he was struck by lightening

Vego: ? and then what

Kelvar: and then he survived and continued to wait out the storm

Kelvar: and then

Kelvar: was struck by lightening again

Vego: wow

Kelvar: he died the second time

Vego: not so lucky, then

Kelvar: so I figure God must have wanted that guy dead

Vego: well, certainly got what he wanted if that was the case

Kelvar: course you'd figure if God wanted him he wouldn't need a second chance

Vego: unless God likes to toy with people

Vego: and there is biblical precedent for God screwing people around a bit

Kelvar: I think it's likely he had the worst luck ever

Kelvar: well Satan screws them around

Kelvar: God just gives him permission

Vego: what about Abraham and Isaac then?

Vego: didn't he kind of screw them around a bit?

Kelvar: maybe a touch

Kelvar: I bet that kid never turned his back on his dad again

Vego: likely not

Vego: i know i wouldn't, except if i recall correctly, Isaac didn't seem all that aware of what was really going on

Kelvar: or maybe he just trusted his father THAT much

Vego: also could be true

Vego: it turned out ok in the end, but as a kid i really thought that God had a mean streak after that

Kelvar: well God has to go pretty far to prove points because people have a bad habit of not listening till AFTER something bad happens

Vego: that is also true, we humans are kind of stupid that way

Vego: when the supreme being tells you something, it is generally a good idea to pay attention.

I had an extremely busy afternoon at work. It was rather slow business-wise, so I kept myself going with other things. I cleaned the ice capp machine (which was slimy inside, and smelled like coffee-flavoured beer), scrubbed the grout under the oven, repainted over the graffiti in the ladies� room (this is why it should be illegal to sell permanent markers to people under 21), took all the fake plants down and washed them (and people kept telling me �they�re fake, they won�t grow if you water them) and delimed the dishwasher. Busy little me! W.O.V. says they don�t pay me enough� but like anyone gets rich working as a coffee-slinging robot. Money isn�t everything.

Tomorrow I don�t have to work, and I plan to spend most of the day in the garden with Oscar. Maybe Portia might like to go for a swim tomorrow evening� but no matter what, I�m not going to waste the day. I�m going to enjoy it to the fullest� summer evenings off are a precious commodity to me, so I�m going to make the most of it. Which requires me to go to bed now.