Two churches located across the street from each other. At least the Catholics have a sense of humor.
"In case you haven’t heard, Budweiser ain’t delivering." — Renée de PonthiuxKatrina coverage of New Orleans by Chris Rose
"Hard-core holdouts hunker down in surreal city"
The Times-Picayune 8 September, 2005
Michael, John, Tanya and Robert are putting together a synth-based indie band. They need a singer, a keyboard player, another keyboard player and someone to operate the drum machine. Tanya can play the keyboard and sing, Michael can sing and hit buttons, Robert can also hit buttons and play the keyboard, and John can kinda play keyboards. How do you arrange everyone for this to make any sense?"Hipster Logic Problems" in Timothy McSweeney’s Internet Tendency
Randy: They called me crazy for building this ark.Futurama in “Crimes of the Hot”
Soupy: You are crazy. You filled it with same-sex animal couples.
Randy: Hey, there are parts of the Bible I like and parts I don’t like.
Alfred the butler sits silently by whilst Bruce Wayne studies and exercises excessively, instead of seeing a therapist to deal with his parents’ death. Wayne later grows up to lead Gotham City’s nascent dom/furry community.Michael Fazio in Concierge Confidential about “great moments in Hollywood service history”
Why did the Internet lack this?
A Google search earlier resulted in nothing for:
↑ ↑ ↓ ↓ ← → ← → B A START
Spelt out, it had plenty of results, but the actual graphic code itself was ignored. This is an abomination in the eyes of He Who Is Called Konami.
Assimilate Or Go Home: Dispatches from the Stateless Wanderers: Women’s Work by D.L.M.
My mother, who is someone I can only describe as having an unquenchable thirst for God, raised me and my sisters on a steady diet of missionary biographies. The vast majority of them were about women: how they left all that they knew and any hope of a future to go and preach the good news. They were the original abolitionists, whistleblowers, labor representatives, feminists. They went to be Jesus, to the people that Jesus always went to: the ones that the powerful wanted nothing to do with. When I was young I read about strong women, wearing tight buns and buttoned-up clothing, raising hell in India, China, and Russia. I view it now as a rich legacy of service born out of racist and sexist theology: missions were one of the few places a woman could be in a place of leadership. And so the female preachers, teachers, and evangelists left the West, forsaking families and cultures that had no place for their gifts. And they brought liberation with them, wherever they went.
Those stories are bound up inside of me, and they have turned out to be more powerful than the messages of fear, shame, and subservience that I have heard more recently. While the powerful men sit around a table and argue a few Scriptures, the rest of the world moves on. The strong, spectacular heroes of my childhood dismissed them with a wave of their hands and set off on slow boats to glory, responding instead to the thousands of verses, which talk about love and justice and mercy. I am made out of the same, no-nonsense stock as these women. Like my friend Sarah Bessey says, I am done fighting for a seat at the table. There is no space for me. Plus, there is hell to be raised.
Tiny black children, chanting: Oh my god! Becky, look at her butt. It is so big.Overheard in New York at the Port Authority
Mother: Oh no, not this again.
Sweden’s unemployment rate before 1990 was 3.5 percent, which is amazing, considering that 3.5 percent of my bum friends wouldn’t take any job, even if it paid $100 an hour and involved doing inventory for a blind liquor-store owner.P. J. O’Rourke in Eat the Rich
(386): Solid. Can’t put a price on good timesTexts from Last Night
(978): You can and it’s called a liver.
Sisu has sustained the Finns in fighting forty-two wars with Russia and losing every one.