Okay, first, here's the new album I have to get:

I mean, really. After Cher abused her vocal track in last year's most overplayed song you would have hoped that every other singer would have avoided that particular effect like the plague. But no - Kid Rock does it (albeit in a "it's so hard to be a rock star" song and not in a dance anthem) and gets to play in on the Grammys, for Christ's sake.

What's wrong with all the people out there who listen to this stuff? Sheep, I tell you, nothing but sheep! Baaaa! Baaa Baaa Baaa! You people voted for Gary Bauer and you killed Jesus!

Anyway, that's what I think.

Re: The New Job: I tell you, it's amazing. To go from cautiously optimistic to cynical and embittered in less than a month is a real accomplishment for me. A new record is what it is. They pay well, though, so I won't bitch too much. Yet.

Again, the Life of Harold is slow just now. And, for those of you who keep up with such things, I should remind you that the Wife and I will be leaving for London next Friday - one week from today, that is. This time next week I'll be in the air. I intend to take notes and write it all down while I'm gone and print it here when I get back. I should be able to milk that for a month or so, right?

Anyway, here's a story from my high school days.

Remember when you were in high school and they'd take the boys in one room for the talk from the coach and the girls would go in the gym for a lecture from the Home Ec. teacher? The boys got the nocturnal emissions/masturbation speech, while they told the girls all about their periods.

Well, I went to a Church of Christ school. There, the boys got the "don't jerk off/don't have sex" lecture while the girls got the plain "don't have sex" talk.

So one time when I was a junior they took all the girls to the gym while the boys went to their regular classes and received no lecture. This was exceedingly strange, so I caught up with several girls at lunch and found out the whole story.

Apparently, some girls (rather popular, high-profile girls at that) had been having quite a bit of sex and this news had gotten back to the administrators of our school. While most schools wouldn't care to much what the kids were doing after school, West Memphis Christian had a hard time letting go when the bell rang.

Therefore, the girls got the lecture about how if they had sex in high school no one would want to marry them, it was better to wait, etc. And then they were given this little nugget of wisdom, and I quote:

"Every time you have sex before marriage is like nailing Christ to the cross all over again."

Wow.

Think about that one for a minute, and suspend your religious beliefs (or athiestic outrage) for a second. Think about how you felt when you had sex as a teenager (I realize that leaves most of you computer people out, but you can use your imagination): elated, confused, guilty, exultant, scared...it's a very conflicting set of emotions, right? Now imagine some authority figures are telling you that every time you have sex your putting a nail into your Savior. Ouch. Even if you're a kid who's got some problems with religion that one might make you pause.

Of course, back in high school I was a flip little bastard, so when my friend Christie told me about that little zinger I said

"Something's sure gettin' nailed."

And I realize, now, that that was pretty tasteless.

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