hey, we anglicans don't exactly have ministers forced on us, although that can happen. in most cases slash in theory at least it's a joint committee of people from the parish and people from the diocese and they're meant to agree on a person together. well that's what happens in sydney anyway. i think that in most cases where a church was having a minister forced onto them, that wouldn't go down too well, and probably wouldn't be terribly good for the congregation? (although possibly good for the diocese's Cunning Plans) (i think what i'm trying to say is the real problem with that scenario is the diocese not working well with the church...?) (so yeah the big question re gay stuff is the value of the anglican communion. you're right. i haven't quite worked that out yet) (i like writing in parentheses)

okay, i see your point.

meanwhile. i am the only one at home, even the cat has been locked in the back room because she was vomiting all morning (ON MY BED!!!!!!) and i am BORED AND HAVE NO-ONE TO TALK TO EXCEPT THE INTERNET (and my thesis). *sob*

seriously, i have hardly spoken to anyone (in person) except my housemates for ages, it seems.... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh slowly going maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad.....

sorry. just had to whinge to someone...

eeewwww cat vomit :(

No one to talk to is a terrible state of affairs.
When do you hand the blasted thing in? We should have another study date like thing, in the interests of you not going man?

I like question marks?

Also, phoning granny sounds like a wonderful option. Wish I had helpful and reassuring grandparents.

you're dimming my enthusiasm for all things feline.

true, true. and one's efforts at masculinity are no doubt increased by avoiding Women's College ;)

yes, I still have a full complement of grandparents. (well, actually, one grandfather hasn't been seen since before mum was born, so he doesn't count) One grandmother is grumpy, paranoid and insular. The other is grumpy, and foul in every respect.
The grandfather is lovely, but is not allowed to answer telephones, thanks to paranoid grandmother. They've got to the separate bedrooms stage, after fifty bloody year's of marriage.

ITS NAME IS LOLCATZ!

it can be forgiven all sins. That's awesome.

My grandparents are all mad. My great-grandmother, by all accounts, was a saint, but then, she's dead, many dead people were fabulous.

huh? You think the internet will *move on* from LOLcatz? Why, when the possibilities for inaninty are boundless as they are?