The Scotto Grotto (org)

I’m reading a book by C.S. Lewis – Mere Christianity. Superb. I would recommend this book to anyone wanting a good, non-predatory evangelical insight about the faith. The reading can be heady, but well worth some of the thinking required.

As I mentioned earlier, here’s me lost in a cave, and some cave-drawings. It’s an elephant, but the shaman-guy is wearing elk-antlers.

I wonder lately if I escape being called sir because I’ve got long hair. If I got a wiffle-cut (no, I’m not planning on it) tomorrow… would suddenly, most strangers call me ‘sir’? Right now, most often, I’m referred to without title… “Excuse me” or “May I help you” or “Yes/No”… and I’m sort of glad of that. I’ve seen folks use the term, and it appears sort of weird.

I do get called mister occasionally, when a little kid wants to ask me something. I like that I’m approachable by kids.

Speaking of which, the almond joys are officially gone. My trick or treating brother assisted in my consumption of mass quantities over the last week.

It’s too late in the night to make a hot supper… I think a bowl of cheerios will do the trick. I just realized… I didn’t eat lunch today! Dang… how did that happen? I’m not that hungry, probably because I drank about a gallon and a half of water from the cooler over the course of today. I’ve only had cereal today… breakfast and supper. Well, that works. I’ll have some real food tomorrow though. Just reflecting on not having had any makes me hungrier.

Before I hit the sack, a fun link… bcdb: it’s an imdb just for cartoons!

Nighters, dear journal.