You're gonna be bothered by how cool I am.

Well, my dad's wedding went fairly well yesterday, but I am thoroughly exhausted by the experience. I wasn't nervous or emotional at all until a girl I went to church with growing up gave me a hug five mintes before the ceremony began and told me I looked just like my mother (who died when I was 12). That put me in a bit of a state, but it was a lovely thing for her to say.

In more mundane news, I saw three movies this weekend. ( Click here for my take on American Splendor, Thirteen, and Anything Else. )

Well, my dad's wedding went fairly well yesterday, but I am thoroughly exhausted by the experience. I wasn't nervous or emotional at all until a girl I went to church with growing up gave me a hug five mintes before the ceremony began and told me I looked just like my mother (who died when I was 12). That put me in a bit of a state, but it was a lovely thing for her to say.

In more mundane news, I saw three movies this weekend. ( Click here for my take on American Splendor, Thirteen, and Anything Else. )

Way to go Titans, who won 27-12 over the Saints!

Anyway, I'm killing time before making a brief appearance at church this evening, though I will not be staying for the service, if I can help it. It sounds awful, I guess, but I really do not like the new worship format we started last week. A lot of people might like the contemporary service style, but I cannot stand staring at a projection screen reading words to half a dozen choruses that I've never even heard. And the mechanics of the service are really distracting. Instead of listening to the pastor's sermon and thinking for ourselves what is important and what he means, we have to stare at the projection screen where each of his outline points are staring us in the face.

In addition, I couldn't help but be amused at the four 11/12-year-old girls in front of me who were jammin' on it (in a Baptist church, no less) to the praise choruses. The service, to me, was like returning from youth camp or retreat, on that spiritual high, and singing all the choruses I had learned that week. Except then I was 15. Now I'm 28, and it's like - meh, whatever. The whole atmosphere is like an inside joke that I'm not in on. I feel like the other church members probably did in that service when we came back from camp - it's good to see people so on fire for the Lord, but I just don't get it because I wasn't there.

At any rate, I'm setting up the Children's Ministry display in the foyer and high-tailing it home to watch Joan and Melissa Rivers dump on what the celebs are wearing to the Emmy's. Oh, and I guess I'll stay up and find out who wins. (Go, WEST WING! Go, Bradley Whitford! Go, Lena Olin! Go, Jennifer Garner! . . . okay, I'll stop before I recreate the whole Emmy ballot).

Way to go Titans, who won 27-12 over the Saints!

Anyway, I'm killing time before making a brief appearance at church this evening, though I will not be staying for the service, if I can help it. It sounds awful, I guess, but I really do not like the new worship format we started last week. A lot of people might like the contemporary service style, but I cannot stand staring at a projection screen reading words to half a dozen choruses that I've never even heard. And the mechanics of the service are really distracting. Instead of listening to the pastor's sermon and thinking for ourselves what is important and what he means, we have to stare at the projection screen where each of his outline points are staring us in the face.

In addition, I couldn't help but be amused at the four 11/12-year-old girls in front of me who were jammin' on it (in a Baptist church, no less) to the praise choruses. The service, to me, was like returning from youth camp or retreat, on that spiritual high, and singing all the choruses I had learned that week. Except then I was 15. Now I'm 28, and it's like - meh, whatever. The whole atmosphere is like an inside joke that I'm not in on. I feel like the other church members probably did in that service when we came back from camp - it's good to see people so on fire for the Lord, but I just don't get it because I wasn't there.

At any rate, I'm setting up the Children's Ministry display in the foyer and high-tailing it home to watch Joan and Melissa Rivers dump on what the celebs are wearing to the Emmy's. Oh, and I guess I'll stay up and find out who wins. (Go, WEST WING! Go, Bradley Whitford! Go, Lena Olin! Go, Jennifer Garner! . . . okay, I'll stop before I recreate the whole Emmy ballot).