April 10th, 2004
|02:50 pm - Decisions, decisions . . .|
In order for my new dominion to evolve, my Parliament must decide certain issues that are placed before it. Sometimes those issues are a bit thorny & I'm not really sure what choice to make -- sometimes because I don't like any of the available options, sometimes because I'm not really sure how I feel about the issue myself (some of the issues are interesting moral dilemmas). So I've been tabling various issues for the last few days.
Today's issue, however, is one I feel comfortable deciding -- appointment of a national spiritual advisor. Here are the candidates:
1. Catholic Archbishop Hack Silk: boasts an excellent track record, having rapidly increased church attendances in his constituencies through the "Reaching God Through Guilt" program. Seen as a solid choice.
2. New Age thinker Al O'Bannon: a left-field candidate with some radical ideas. "For me, it's not about the name of your religion. It's about discovering your spirituality in whatever guise that takes. Some people call that a cult: I call it taking spirituality to the people."
3. Finally, there's Colin Dredd. "If I am awarded the appointment, I will immediately resign," the ex-schoolteacher has declared. "Because, frankly, God is a big load of hokey. I'll be doing everyone a favor by just shutting up about it."
Despite the Wombat Wicca appeal of candidate #3, I'm choosing candidate #2 -- it's nice to have an issue that's easy for me to decide -- I'm still wrestling with my feelings on the other ones . . .
Current Mood: thoughtful
Current Music: Unto Ashes -- "Lord of the Dance"
|Date:||April 29th, 2004 11:17 am (UTC)|| |
not sure about dominions, but do know something about estates
So sent B. to stay with you for a bit, will Seen has his way trying to seduce Sheba. Don't know how that will turn out, but he asked sweetly if I could empty the house on his behalf. So all are gone, except Spot and Beaver, and they may wander off on business of their own later. Sheba arrived and was in a foul mood, I wondered if it was PMS, but turns out it was only cooties she picked up from an individual sent over from a neighboring estate (with a message for the mistress). Seen was quite glad to see her, one could tell immediately (the tell tale signs!) Poor men. They have so many difficulties keeping secrets. (He was sitting at one end of the picnic table, and it lifted right up about 10 inches). He has plans, big plans, he claims. Maybe Sheba will be more amenable after he's whispered sweet nothings in her ear for a while. And maybe Sheba's old beau will be more on his toes, stop taking her for granted. Wouldn't that be a nice thing. Of course, it's possible that Serena will take advantage of Sheba's momentary absence to put the moves on the pilot.
B was the last to leave, and was very grumpy about it. He doesn't like change much (very much like a cat in some ways is B) and when he found out he was going to your house, he realized that there might be Hobbits there. He wondered, did they need spanking? I said I thought you were taking care of that as we spoke, so instead he filled his pockets with bubble gum. You might keep an eye on the three of them, because who knows what could happen. B is a horney B, with Seen around he doesn't get to see much action, so even when someone tries to seduce him, he's usually cranky about it. He just wants to fight those nasties.
I'll let you know how the Seen and Sheba thing works out. Seen is quite confiding sometimes, or perhaps he wants to boast of his exploits. And I had the idea, just an idea, that Sheba wondered if she could possibly learn a few secrets to play of PBB at some future time. Of course, one of the things Seen really wants is to get in line on discipline day, to have a whack at Baltar. Baltar got under his skin last weekend, and he's been grouchy ever since. Probably best to keep your pet away from Seen, unless you need some real hold over Baltar for some reason. Seen took it out on Boromir at one point, and got the you know what stomped out of him. Boromir is one cranky dude. Perhaps you have a small room in the house where he can go, with some sweet young and pliable thing, to work out some of the kinks (so to speak).