Well, I knew it was going to end sometime. After seven months, my stint as official presenter of the Sunday announcements at church is over. I can’t say I didn’t see it coming, I just didn’t expect it now. I figured it would have happened far sooner. My whole goal was to keep people from falling asleep, and to make sure when people left the building they remembered whatever little tidbit of information they were supposed to know. I wanted to aggrivate, offend, disturb, and entertain, and from what I’ve heard, I managed to do just that. I always pushed the line as far as I could, because it is on that edge, that razor thin margin that jostles the sensibility. What better place to do that than church? What better place to question motives and the ideas that we hold most sacred?    

In my defense, everything I wrote was always screened beforehand by someone on staff. I may have strayed from the script a few times trying to make it not sound like I was reading from a script, so those deviations were all my fault. Also, I was asked to do this. I did them a few times and after that, I was asked to do them every week. I said I would do them until they got boring or I got fired…

I feel a little rejected and sad. Not everyone gets my sense of humor, I realize that. Not everyplace is an acceptable forum for my sense of humor. But these are people who’s opinion I value, and who I hold to be some of my closest friends, and no matter how nicely you put it, it still stings. 

But on the bright side, getting fired from church will go a long ways in helping any future comedy career… but that’s tomorrow. Today sucks…

I don’t think I’m going to be able to go to the concert in Orlando on Sunday, so I’ve been listening to the cd’s this week. This song kind of stuck out… 

Demon Hunter – Summer of Darkness – I Play Dead

Play dead again. It just might stop before the end.
If I pretend you may not see the pain I’m in.
So close to me, can’t tell what I’m supposed to be.
Don’t stop to breathe, can’t bear to think what you might see.
This tourniquet, these blessed hands around my head
So I can keep from…

Bleeding.
I’ve got to find a way to stop before it starts.
Finding its way through my veins right to my heart.
I never thought it something everyone could see.
And it kills within me.

CHORUS:
I won’t, I won’t leave without a trace.
I won’t be erased.

It’s in my head, I can’t forget what you once said.
The words I read, the fractured soul that I can’t mend.
Right here with me, killing the void I used to be.
Remembering through fading sparks of memory.
Two broken hands lift seven wounds and fight to stand
To keep the lungs from..

Caving.
I’ve got to find a way to stop before it starts.
Finding its way through my veins right to my heart.
I never thought it something everyone could see.
And it kills within me.

(CHORUS)

Turning. It’s moving. Escaping right through me.
I care not. I bleed not. For you I believe not.
I play dead.