Nobody's online tonight so I thought I would ramble to myself on my blog. I'm sort of down because I don't have a big grandiose plan I'm working on, which is usually the case. I really miss my old church job. Gave me purpose, even if it did drive me crazy. I don't miss working 60 hours a week though. I gotta figure something out for money though - unfortunately, church jobs seem to be the only sort of jobs I get reliably hired for. Thinking back, I have gone to many church interviews, and have only been turned down by one church. It's interesting really - and I'm not complaining about this - but I have the oddest skill set ever. I can do a mean water test, and can probably cure whatever ill your swimming pool may be afflicted with. I type 60 wpm (thanks online chatting!). I can memorize names and faces like nobody's business (I once knew the first and last names of 150 nursing home residents on sight). I make quiet, shy people feel really comfortable and relaxed. Cats are very fond of me. Can't say the same for dogs.

I've been complimented on my speaking voice. I know more about weird subsets of classical music than about 99.9999% of the population (prepared piano from the mid-twentieth century, anyone?) I know bullshit theology when I hear it. I'm good at finishing things. Poor at starting them. Academically gifted (wish that translated into career success!) Excellent public speaker. Good at listening to music, not bad at listening to people. Can you be good at listening to music? Is it any benefit to anyone if you are good at being moved, struck?