Divisions and Precisions

At long last...

I have a job! It's a temp position, and it sounds as if they fully expect me to go nuts after a day or two (I'll be answering phones--a lot), but it's a job. It's through the temp agency I interviewed with a few weeks ago. And trust me when I say, if you live in southeastern Michigan, not only do you know the name of the law firm I'll be working for, but you know their phone number as well. It's a job. I don't care. Even if they hate me after a day, that's still money coming in I didn't have before.

We hates Fox, we hates them forever

Continuing to watch Mer's "Firefly" DVDs, but am now incredibly sad. Of the three unaired episodes ("Trash", "Heart of Gold", and "The Message"), I'd read the scripts for "Trash" and "Heart of Gold". By now, I've seen "Trash" twice. I knew very little about "The Message", which I just watched during lunch. I'm sad, cause it was the last totally 'new' "Firefly" episode to me. I mean, yeah, I haven't seen "Heart of Gold" yet, but I know what it's all about. No big surprises. So I'm sad. (Plus I'm sad because, you know, sad episode. Made me bawl on par with a sad "Buffy" episode.)

"Firefly" is, without a doubt, the reason I no longer watch new TV shows, or really, much of anything aside from reruns--I think "South Park" is the only first-run show I still watch. "Firefly" broke my heart too much when it was cancelled. Watching it on DVD now is both helping and making it worse at the same time. I imagine Serenity, when it (pleasegod) comes out next year, will be much the same. Unless, you know, someone decides to pick it up as a series again. It could happen, right?

And now I feel bad

Apparently I was a little too sincere yesterday. Clearly, I need to make my April Fool's jokes a little more preposterous. No, I'm not back in touch with my ex-husband, and as far as I know, he's never found this site (although, weirdly, in my referrer logs yesterday someone came to the site on a search for "Lisa Ann Bentley"). Anyway, I'm sorry if anybody was genuinely excited and/or happy for me. In retrospect, I should have carried it further and said we were getting remarried or something. That might have tipped my hand a little better. No, the only man in my life right now is Rumpus, and I'm content that way. :)

The "big entry" I was originally referring to had to do with the fact that I went back to church this past Sunday--the church I grew up in, in fact. I'm still struggling with how I feel about it. I enjoyed myself, and it seems to have honestly gotten a LOT more liberal since I was there last. My biggest conflict comes from the fact that so many people there now seem to expect that, after one Sunday night service, that I'm back for good. Not so sure about that.

My mom and I have talked about it, and we're both experiencing the same basic conflict: trying to reconcile the people we are now with the people they remember us as. On the one hand, it's comforting to be around people who've known me since birth, but on the other hand, that gives them expectations of me that I'm not certain I want to fulfill.

So, yeah. I don't know what I'm going to do. It's not like it's a decision I have to make RIGHT NOW or anything. It's a process. I'm sure I'll be writing about it in the future.