Divisions and Precisions

Well, They're No Stryper...

Right. So... Creed isn't a Christian band, in case you missed it. From their website's FAQ section (in case you cared):

"Are we a Christian band? This is a question we are asked a lot because of some of the references made in the lyrics. No, we are not a Christian band."

It's funny, they're denying it with the same vehemence of bands denying allegations of Satanism back in the 80s. Switch "Satanic" for "Christian" in the above passage and you've got a statement made by just about every heavy metal band that came through my decade. Not a Christian band, huh? But look at the lyrics to their biggest hit, "My Own Prison":

I hear a thunder in the distance
See a vision of a cross
I feel the pain that was given
On that sad day of loss
A lion roars in the darkness
Only he holds the key
A light to free me from my burden
And grant me life eternally

That has to be, like, the most Christian set of lyrics I've seen since my days of listening to Stryper and Petra. Between you and me, I think they only used the word 'goddamn' in their latest hit to try and reduce the allegations of Christianity. Which is one of the deadliest things you can say about a band nowadays. It makes them almost parentally acceptable, which, of course, isn't cool.

I bet if you listen to a Creed album backwards, you hear a Christian ritual.

Why do I care? I guess I'm just more amused than anything.

And what the hell is this all about? I looked into getting a poster I bought at art.com framed, right? They gave me an estimate of about $140. What the hell!? I only spent $30 on the poster. I guess I could call some other framing places, but geez. I think it's just going to go up on my wall unframed.

And while I'm bitching... the new support rep that Jo and I have been ogling came by our desks earlier looking for change. Well, with bright, welcoming smiles Jo and I both looked for change but found none. Disappointed, he wandered off. After he left, my supervisor looked at both of us and said, "He was wearing a ring on his left hand." In unison, Jo and I looked at each other and said, "Aw maaaaaan!" I know it ruined my day. Jo insists he still might not be married. We'll see.

Okay. It didn't really ruin my day. Actually, this has been a pretty cool day all around. Not a bad week, either. Although I've felt really isolated all week. It's hard to explain. I haven't seen anyone outside of work -- but that's not terribly unusual. Things have been pretty quiet online, too. I've talked to James a little more than usual, which is awesome, but he's really the only one I've spent large amounts of time talking to. It's not that I'm lonely necessarily, I just feel alone. There's a difference. Sometimes it's a good feeling. I've felt more self-sufficient than ever before.

However, I discovered one major problem with living alone. When I woke up this morning, I couldn't find my glasses. They weren't on the nightstand. They weren't on the floor by the nightstand. They weren't on the bed or under the bed. Now... I'm blind as a bat without my glasses. Remember "Scooby Doo", when Velma would lose her glasses and end up crawling around looking for them? That's me. I stopped at one point and looked at Max and cried, "How the hell am I supposed to find my glasses when I can't see without my glasses?!" This is where, in the past, I would have called Hollingsworth or someone into the room and said, "Hey, can you find my glasses?"

Don't ask me how, but they were on the floor on the other side of the bed from the nightstand. It took me about fifteen minutes to find them.

I think Max hid them. Posted by Lisa at November 5, 1999 02:22 PM