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[Jun. 4th, 2009|07:07 pm] |
So here's my "I call bullshit!" moment of the week.
Sandy watched (and I heckled) the ABC News thingy they had about how the whole world is going to hell unless we start changing things like right now. At one point, they're talking about the Mayan civilization, and these two sentences came one right after the other...
"Then, sudden climate change came. There was a series of extended droughts."
Since when does a series of extended anything qualify as "sudden"?
What killed me about the whole program is that while most people buckled down and did the right thing, we STILL ended up with a desolate wasteland, despite our best efforts. How cheerful and uplifting. |
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| Legacy |
[May. 6th, 2009|08:28 am] |
It's been just over a year since Dad died, and I've been reflecting on his influence upon me. I found that I couldn't quite verbalize it beyond "Question everything and keep your bullshit detector intact." Science. Math. Hard, quantifiable data. The knowing. Certainty.
Then, earlier this week, I saw a quote posted by an acquaintance:
"Knowing God is better than knowing the answer... knowing the answer leaves no room for faith." -author unknown
This is revolting and anathema to be. This is a dangerous blindness. It screams of an active inaction; a willful ignorance. How do you not put your hands on your life and be the captain of your destiny? What happened to God helping those who help themselves? Religion is supposed to be a comfort and a guide. It's not a damn auto-pilot.
You have free will. If God wanted mindless sheep, why did he give us free will? Why did he give me a questioning mind? It's up to you to make the best of what you have or not.
Yeah, I know self-determinism is nothing new. But it's a damn sight better than just letting Jesus take the wheel. |
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| Why I'm Going To Hell, Part DCCCXLVII |
[Mar. 9th, 2009|05:59 pm] |
Easter is approaching, and in my job, that means Easter Book Display time! Oh, Boy! No real suprises in this display. As I told my boss while I was helping her at a store today, "Just set aside anything with duckies, bunnies or Jesus".
There was one item of note, however: it was titled "His Name Is Jesus". Those of you who are as twisted as I am immediately were reminded of "My Name Is Earl". So of course, I start combining the two in my brain. It's a sad, scary place, my brain.
"It was a fine dinner, and I was startin' to think things were lookin' up. But as soon as Judas started getting affectionate, I just knew karma was about to flush my life down the crapper." |
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[Feb. 28th, 2009|05:13 pm] |
To the driving public today:
It is pouring rain. THAT MEANS YOU BURN YOUR EFFING HEADLIGHTS! Jesus, visibility was pisspoor enough without you making it even more difficult to see.
To one jackass driver in particular from yesterday:
Bravo, dude. Hurry up and turn directly in front of me so you can go twenty. Stellar maneuver. |
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| Probably Just Me |
[Feb. 10th, 2009|07:54 pm] |
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Watching Hallmark commercials, I have to say I find the idea of sending a Valentine's day card to your child incredibly creepy. |
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| I said "No", dammit! |
[Feb. 5th, 2009|04:01 pm] |
I don't like onions.
At all.
Ewww.
My wife of 10 and a half years is aware of this. And STILL tries to whip them on me.
"You can pick them out." Which helps, like, not at all. The taste is all through whatever you cooked them in.
"You can hardly taste them." This has so many flaws. Let me break it down. IF (and we'll address that shortly) you can't taste them, then why did you put them in there? That point is moot because you CAN taste them. I can certainly taste them and they are repugnant. And using this logic, I could dump some cat turds in your iced tea and tell you to pick them out since you'll hardly taste them.
Then I get the guilt trip laid on me. "You make it so hard to cook something for both of us." Honestly, I do not have a lot of parameters for my food. Why is this one ingredient such a problem? I'm almost 38 years old. My tastes have changed since I was a child. I now eat asparagus and broccoli and spinach and all manner of things that other people can't stand. THIS ONE ISN'T GOING TO CHANGE. It's one little request. No onions. Want to make something with onions? Go right ahead. I can make myself something else. |
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| Thank goodness my heart's in good shape. |
[Jan. 29th, 2009|04:56 pm] |
Driving to work today, lights suddenly began flashing behind me. I assure you all that, since my ticket last year, I am a vigilant driver. So of course, my first reaction was "I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING! DAMMIT! AAAAACK!" Nevertheless, I pulled into the right lane. And watched one of Lawrenceville's finest glide right on by me and pull over the guy in front of me.
YES! IT WASN'T MEEEEEE! |
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[Jan. 24th, 2009|09:28 pm] |
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Word Whomp Underground is eating my brain. That's where I've been. And where I am returning now. |
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[Jan. 20th, 2009|01:58 pm] |
My favorite line from Rocky's (I just think it's a more natural nickname for Barack than "Barry") Inaugural Address?
To those who cling to power through corruption and deceit and the silencing of dissent, know that you are on the wrong side of history; but that we will extend a hand if you are willing to unclench your fist. |
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