If the apocalypse comes, beep me.

Buffy ,'Selfless'


Natter 74: Ready or Not  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


Steph L. - Nov 01, 2015 3:34:33 pm PST #8271 of 30003
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

Though, it's New Orleans, and no one comes when we call anyway.

Response is hit or miss (I wonder if their response is based on number of 911 calls), and when they do respond, they aren't super quick. Though someone posted about 15 minutes ago that the cops were going down a side street with a spotlight near where the shots were fired, so maybe they can find who did it.


hippocampus - Nov 01, 2015 3:37:39 pm PST #8272 of 30003
not your mom's socks.

Well Methodist churches with the ever revolving ministers, not so much.

This.

Yep assigned and except for very large churches that a minister grew, usually reassigned every 4-6 years.

My parents' church had a minister for 9+ years because his kids were in the local school. He was lovely. Our next three or four came through like weather, one during my confirmation class, and didn't bother to learn our names.

Wow, and they say youth group didn't make an impression on me.


Calli - Nov 01, 2015 3:52:23 pm PST #8273 of 30003
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs

We had a special musical installation for a new minister at my UU congregation.

Happy birthday, Ginger!


meara - Nov 01, 2015 3:59:02 pm PST #8274 of 30003

I don't recall having any fancy services when we got new priests, but when we built a new church, the consecration was pretty awesome...


sarameg - Nov 01, 2015 4:03:21 pm PST #8275 of 30003

I grew up liberal Quaker. We just had potlucks and meetings and committees for fucking everything.


Connie Neil - Nov 01, 2015 4:06:41 pm PST #8276 of 30003
brillig

In my United Methodist church, it was a "this Sunday we greet our new pastor, Rev. Whozit!", and he might do a particular sermon on how happy he was to be there, and there'd be extended mingling afterwards. Mostly he'd make the rounds of the various groups to get to know people. The biggest to-do was when Reverend Biondi, the young, handsome, unmarried preacher showed up. The elders of the parish were dismayed, the young women of the parish set off the hunting horns (with the encouragement of the elders of the parish). (I ended up winning that particular race, and who knows what might have happened if he hadn't decided to go back to the big city. But it was definitely noticed that he and I snuck way from the zoo trip to go eat pizza in his old neighborhood. Heh.)


Amy - Nov 01, 2015 4:12:08 pm PST #8277 of 30003
Because books.

committees for fucking everything

I read that a whole different way the first time.


Beverly - Nov 01, 2015 4:21:03 pm PST #8278 of 30003
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

Happy Birthday, Ginger!

Why do we need police at all, really? They're obviously not serving or protecting civilian populations. In fact, they were originally created as guards for corporate shipments and offices--civic governments thought it would be good to co-opt the idea. Not working out so well. Neighbors policing neighbors might be a better way to go. It might well come to armed confrontation though if we challenge the infrastructure, and they're the ones with tactical gear.


Connie Neil - Nov 01, 2015 4:24:12 pm PST #8279 of 30003
brillig

Neighbors policing neighbors might be a better way to go

Oh, good god, no. Neighbors policing neighbors means neighbors shooting each other because someone thought somebody else was too close to their house or "looked at them funny"--Treyvon Martin was shot by a neighbor policing his neighbors.


billytea - Nov 01, 2015 4:25:12 pm PST #8280 of 30003
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.

committees for fucking everything

It's very much like the Royal Society for Putting Things on Top of Other Things, except -- no, wait, it's exactly like the Royal Society for Putting Things on Top of Other Things.