A bunch of people who said they didn’t care in the slightest about the royal wedding sure put a lot of time and care into making sure to tell the world how they felt about the wedding. Those who truly didn’t care never said a word.
Just a heads-up on a funny podcast that is fairly unnoticed. One of my follwers/followees on twitter, @unholy_jesus, has a funny podcast out. One episode is available now, three more coming (unless it’s a hit, then maybe more). Here’s the basic setup:
Jesus and Moses aren’t getting along in Heaven. God decides that they should be sent back to Earth as roommates to teach them a lesson (and how to get along). Hilarity ensues (this is not the official description, but my own. The official one is at the link below).
Not for people who take religion too seriously, are offended at curse words (in which case, why do you follow my blog?), or hate British accents.
This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence…
I just read some of the new birther theories. The birth certificate was signed with a pen from the future. The originator of this theory is a “gun owning scientist with a Ph.D.” so it must be legit (even though he also concedes that it could be a fountain pen, readily available at the time).
Then there’s the Layers Theory. The certificate is just a terrible photoshop. Really, it is.
Then there’s the Negro theory, by someone named Orly Taitz (as in “here’s my birth certificate. ORLY?) who has helped keep this farce going. She just can’t believe a doctor would write African for Obama’s father’s race instead of Negro.
Personally, I hope this crap keeps going. I know my earlier post referred to focusing on real issues, but this is American politics, folks. No matter who wins, the regular people are fucked. Let’s at least get some entertainment out of it.
When I was a young warthog lad of 12 or 13, I started getting curious about the occult. Despite the dreams I mentioned in an earlier post, which were going on before this, I didn’t believe in ghosts at the time (even in the Haunted Mansion at Disneyland).
It started when a friend bought a book on witchcraft. As any boy my age would do, I turned to the spell that would make a woman appear (it didn’t work). We experimented with astral projection, again to no avail. Then he got the bright idea to hold a seance.
Speaking of Turkey in the Straw, are you familiar with/a fan of Farley the Fiddler from the giant mouse park? :)
In addition, always welcome more secondhand ghosty stories as ye feel up to it :)
Man, does the name Farley the Fiddler ring a bell. The trouble is, it’s the tolling of a bell over a distant hill some miles away from memory. So I cheated and found him on YouTube.
There’s something familiar about him (the eye movement when he played Turkey in the Straw feels like something I’ve seen a whole lot), but I can’t seem to pull up a coherent memory. I wish I could; this seems to be the archetypical Disney area performer.
And I do have a ghost story that’s been in my head the past couple of days (with personal involvement, even). Stay tuned. I’ll post it later tonight. May take a bit to type up.
Despite it being totally unnecessary, today Obama released his long-form birth certificate. I figured that would at least shut the birthers up.
Then Trump held a press conference. He talked about how he was glad this was out of the way so we could concentrate on the important things. Wait…what? The guy who singlehandedly brought this issue back to the forefront says it was a waste of time? I mean, I knew that, but he sure didn’t act like he did.