Tuesday, July 28, 2009

A Day in the Life

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There used to be a band from Long Island named A Day in the Life. I met the lead singer at a club, years ago, when they were opening for Vision of Disorder. His name was George and he had blue hair that day. He was one of the most genuinely kind and interesting people I have ever met. This post has nothing to do with the above, at all.

Former pastor Bruce, whom you should be reading regularly, wrote an interesting post on the belief that many Christians have that they are somehow different from the rest of us, special in that creepy way Gabriel/Sylar so desired in Heroes. If these Christians are particularly isolated from the rest of the world, they develop the belief that they are so different, so special, that the rest of us are aliens in human skin.

So, I will share a day in my life, a day in the life of an atheist, and feel free to share a day in your life.

6:30 am- woke up.

6:30 - 6:40 am- started coffee, walked dog, poured cup of coffee. very little sugar, lots of cream. somebody used my favorite mug, the red Starbucks mug I got for christmas 3 years ago, and I don't like using other mugs, although other mugs are exactly the same as my favorite mug.

6:40 - 7:30 am- showered, shaved legs, washed hair, blow dryed hair, styled hair, restyled hair, put on makeup, fixed makeup, obsessed over crow's feet, brushed teeth, got dressed, changed, again, drank coffee, drank more coffee

7:30 - 8:00 am- watch news, play with dog, drink even more coffee, obsess about lines around mouth. restyle hair.

8:00 - 8:30 am (or so)- walk to work

9:00 am - 12:00 pm- work

12:00 - 1:00 pm- lunch, which usually means run errands and try to find enough time to get to Dunkin' Donuts and buy an iced coffee.

1:00 - 5:00 pm- work

5:15 - 5:30 pm- ride bus home

5:30 - 11:00 pm (or so)- make dinner, clean up after dinner, do dishes, do laundry, Swiffer floors, vacuum rugs, walk dog 3 more times, clean up after dog, brush the amazing shedding machine otherwise known as my dog, watch tv, play video games, blahblahblah.

so tell me, other than replacing a little video game time with "went to church" or "read bible", how is my life any different from any other upper lower class/lower middle class USian? how does Jesus make anyone's life any different at all?


  1. My day is about as boring, I get up at 6, wake the kiddo up at 6:30, go to work at 6:45, work till 5, pick up kiddo and go home, feed kiddo and cats, and then send everyone off to bed so I can watch grownup TV.
    Honestly, we're really just like everyone else.

  2. I wake up around 8:00-8:30, wash face, brush teeth, perform toilette, occasionally with makeup; 8:45 I make coffee, walk the approximate 25 feet from the kitchen to my desk; 9:00 - 4:00 I "work," though there's not a lot of it to do right now in my industry. At some point maybe I go outside, but only if I'm feeling like not feeling like shit for the rest of the day; 4:15 - 6:30 I usually do some semblance of cleaning, wonder what on earth I'm doing with my life; 6:30 - 9:00 is usually cooking, eating, cleaning; 9:30 - 2:30 is usually reading, sometimes later. I don't remember how I survived having a 9-5 schedule in an office, but I did it somehow.


  3. A Day in My Life:

    Woke up, fell out of bed, dragged a comb across my head. Made my way downstairs and drank a cup, and looking up, I noticed I was late. Found my coat and grabbed my hat, made the bus in seconds flat. Made my way upstairs and had a smoke and somebody spoke and I went in to a dream...

    Oh, wait, that's The Beatles' "A Day in the Life." I keep getting that wrong. Also, I haven't heard that song in years, yet I still remember that entire bridge-thingy.

    Let's see...

    Today I woke up later than I'd intended. I got to work and had to have a meeting with one of my co-workers to try to solve a problem that comes up infrequently enough we forget how to handle it between occurrences.

    Somewhere around noon I'll go get a grilled cheese sandwich since I didn't have time to pack my lunch this morning.

    At about 4:30 I'll leave the office and get home with just enough time to change clothes and set my DVR to record Better Off Ted before I...go to church. Specifically I'll be heading out to the Lutheran church in Batavia that is kind enough to allow the Fox Valley Storytelling Guild to use their facilities one Tuesday a month.

    We're actually getting the Festival in order, so we're meeting an hour early at the Panera down the street for the purposes of business. If I'm lucky I'll get there in time. Then at about 7:30 we'll head over to the church and have our meeting.

    I'll get home somewhere around 10 or 10:30.

    Tomorrow will probably be similar. Except I'll probably write or clean or something instead of doing the Guild stuff.

    And at no point will I think, "Gee, maybe I should start going to a church for actual church again..."

  4. They would say, all those things are just that much sweeter with Jesus in your life. Of course, that fails when people like me tell them that my life got exponentially better when I *dumped* Jesus. But of course, they have an answer for that too, I should've borne my "cross of sufferings" with more patience.

    PS: Sylar is *HOT* ahem...sorry. (:

  5. I have that red Starbucks mug too.

    And also my life is just as boring as yours. That is, other than the time I spend masterminding The Gay Agenda, of course.

  6. When I get elected President (it's part of The Atheist Agenda- shhhh!), the first thing I'm doing is passing a law that Zachary Quinto (Sylar) be shirtless at all times.

  7. That's amazing! I was going to pass the same law, but it was Kristen Bell and Eliza Dushku. I have no idea who this Zachary Quinto feller is...

  8. wait a minute . . . they promised you the presidency, too?! that is it! PZ has lied to me for the last time- I'm telling Herr Hitchens!

  9. They probably assumed we'd never be in the same room together. And, um, they're still technically right.

  10. there will be vengeance.

    bespectacled, nerdy vengeance.

  11. PF, When you pass that law I will swear fealty to you and only you. Sorry Geds, but it's Zachary Quinto! It's Sylar. It's freaking Spock.

  12. Ooooooh. You should have told me it was Spock. Then it would have made sense.

    I'd still rather see Kristen Bell without a shirt on, though. Although something tells me that I'd be the Emperor of the Known Universe and still have absolutely no idea what to do if Bell or Eliza Dushku walked in to the room.

    Would it help if I said my second law would require J.J. Abrams to read a book about physics and/or astronomy?

  13. well, I got you beat. I'm requiring JJ to change physics in such a way that sound travels in a vacuum.

  14. George Lucas already tried that. He even managed to make a sonic mine a valid weapon on a starfighter.

    Erm, he would have, if that prequel trilogy had actually happened...

  15. LOL! PF, you are hilarious! I'm totally voting for you btw. And yes, Quinto must go shirtless at all times. *young Spock. Mmm...* Herr Hitchens! ROFLMAO! (: That's fricking great!

  16. You can't vote for her any more. I just made her head explode.

    I'm not above assassinating my opponents when my founding principles are on the line...

  17. Geds, it might help, as long as you put in a provision that he explains what the hell is going on with Lost.
    And really, Eliza Dushku is the hot, and has been since Buffy. I would be speechless too.

  18. if you re-combobulated, you should be good to go...


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