Marc
I find it odd that Zook and myself happen to be reading the same book at the same time. I found a quote that made me laugh out loud, somewhat maniacally, on the plane a couple of days ago. For all of you burgeoning atheists out there I submit these words, "Good God, how much reverence can you have for a Supreme Being who finds it necessary to include such phenomena as phlegm and tooth decay in His divine system of creation? What in the world was running through that warped, evil, scatalogical mind of His when He robbed old people of the power to control their bowel movements? Why in the world did He ever create pain?" (Joseph Heller, Catch 22, p.189)
I find it funny that there is a booth in the Bloomington-Normal mall selling, exclusively, American flags and American flag by-products. The first thought that leapt to my mind was "The View From Mrs. Thompson's" article by David Foster Wallace in Rolling Stone which, for those who haven't had the opportunity to explore it, was mainly a discertation about the disgustingly high level of patriotism that pervaded this particular town immediately following the 9/11 attacks, and much more so about the suprising lack of a place to buy an American flag within the immediate vicinity. I wonder if he's moved to California yet. He most likely doesn't frequent the mall anyways, I would assume.
I've added two more targets to my "Must Kill Before I Die List". One, the offices of The National Review. Right-wingers can die, for all I care. Anyone that supports Bush vocally or in print, can consider themselves targeted as well. Also, the Christian Broadcast Network, a sappy, sentimentalist, yellow-journalism outfit that was playing in the Medford International Airport terminal as I waited for two hours to depart. There was one television tuned to the CBN for the entirety of my moment in that dismal place, and I kept getting angrier and angrier at what I found them talking about (ie - The Homosexual Conspiracy that is ruining the Catholic church, donations to help spread the "Word of God", and multiple taped testaments of faith from annoying, crying, overly-dramatic, poor people).
If there were good news, I would report it. But there isn't. I was awakened this morning by a half-clothed Matt Fast trying to cuddle with me. If that ever happens again, he will pay big.
I find it odd that Zook and myself happen to be reading the same book at the same time. I found a quote that made me laugh out loud, somewhat maniacally, on the plane a couple of days ago. For all of you burgeoning atheists out there I submit these words, "Good God, how much reverence can you have for a Supreme Being who finds it necessary to include such phenomena as phlegm and tooth decay in His divine system of creation? What in the world was running through that warped, evil, scatalogical mind of His when He robbed old people of the power to control their bowel movements? Why in the world did He ever create pain?" (Joseph Heller, Catch 22, p.189)
I find it funny that there is a booth in the Bloomington-Normal mall selling, exclusively, American flags and American flag by-products. The first thought that leapt to my mind was "The View From Mrs. Thompson's" article by David Foster Wallace in Rolling Stone which, for those who haven't had the opportunity to explore it, was mainly a discertation about the disgustingly high level of patriotism that pervaded this particular town immediately following the 9/11 attacks, and much more so about the suprising lack of a place to buy an American flag within the immediate vicinity. I wonder if he's moved to California yet. He most likely doesn't frequent the mall anyways, I would assume.
I've added two more targets to my "Must Kill Before I Die List". One, the offices of The National Review. Right-wingers can die, for all I care. Anyone that supports Bush vocally or in print, can consider themselves targeted as well. Also, the Christian Broadcast Network, a sappy, sentimentalist, yellow-journalism outfit that was playing in the Medford International Airport terminal as I waited for two hours to depart. There was one television tuned to the CBN for the entirety of my moment in that dismal place, and I kept getting angrier and angrier at what I found them talking about (ie - The Homosexual Conspiracy that is ruining the Catholic church, donations to help spread the "Word of God", and multiple taped testaments of faith from annoying, crying, overly-dramatic, poor people).
If there were good news, I would report it. But there isn't. I was awakened this morning by a half-clothed Matt Fast trying to cuddle with me. If that ever happens again, he will pay big.
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