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 December 06, 2004
Again, with the no sleep, Lord?
and God spake(from the obnoxious glare of the freaky neighbor lady's brilliant yardlight): 'Cease thy tossing and turning and fretting and self-massage, my child. Rise up, gird thy loins and get thee to the bloggery!' "But... Oh Almighty Luminescent One, it's getting on to three of the clock and I must take my son to school in the morning..." The beacon blazes: 'Bloggery waits for no man! GIRD THY LOINS!' "Um... I'm not a man, do women even have loins?" The glare becomes blinding... "OK, OK, I have loins! I'm girding, I'm girding... Will a shawl do? What the heck-oops, sorry, lord- is so urgent anyway, what must I um, bloggeth about?" The light fades, the screen is blank, black. Here am I, enshawled, chin on my knobbly knees, wondering at the capriciousness of the Powers that be. 
Sayeth rzan at
02:41 AM
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Loins are not gender specific, but I think that some of the definitions of gird are sufficiently vague that God could hardly object to a shawl. God's not always known for being an entirely reasonable sort on the whole though.
on December 6, 2004 10:55 PM
Yeah, I was just being a sleepy and uncooperative bit of cheek-it's hard to know how to act properly in that semisomnolent state of mind, when streetlights start speaking to you with the omniscient and demanding Voice...
On the whole I tend to think God has no objection to naked loins-it's the way people interpret it that becomes the problem.
:)
on December 7, 2004 11:52 AM