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Last night I stared reading Vivianne Crowley's The Way of Wicca, and I'm dissappointed. I was expecting the usual "wicca 101" babble, but not like this. I'm not one to piss on people's beliefs, I think that ANY spirituallity is better than none, and I could even get past the "all pagans are wiccan" stuff, but I hit the end of the road when she started saying that people are drawn to witchcraft because they liked Bewitched (yes, the old TV show), or because they felt like witches. That's not spiritual, it's pop fashion. Bullshit, I say. I've decided to read some more in hopes of gaining something other than eye sprains from rolling them or a headache from beating myself with the book because I feel I should be punished for even buying such crap.

Tonight is going to be a slow night for me mentally. I plan on having a beer, watching an episode of CSI or playing Still Life (an intriguing murder mystery game in which I play an FBI agent hunting down a serial killer, where I get to use luminol and dust for fingerprints), having a bath and going to bed.

Diane's talking about going to Callgary tomorrow after work, to visit a friend. I don't recall her ever going on such a long trip by herself, but I have faith in her. She's a stubbornly cautious driver, so she should be alright. I hate not being able to get a hold of her though.

Anyway, to sum things up (because I'm feeling cerebrially retarded ), book bad, game good, girl go on trip.

posted by September @ 8:26 PM