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On the Plus Side, This Should Offend Nobody.

Thursday, August 4th, 2011

God, the Alpha and Omega, creator of all things stirred from what appeared to be one hell of an alcoholic binge.

Groggily he pulled himself upright wincing that as the bright sun bored into his head like a laser.

“Let there be less light” he muttered, with a sigh as the ambient light dipped to more acceptable levels.  As his vision cleared he saw a three headed blurry monster that eventually resolved itself into a single Archangel Michael, giving him a very scolding look.

“Oh dear me…did I do something bad while I was hammered?”
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CRS

Thursday, May 19th, 2011

To amuse yourself this weekend, simply print out the enclosed form, fill it out as you see fit, and then tape it to the door of your favorite neighborhood fundamentalist.

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A Conversation For Sunday Morning.

Wednesday, May 18th, 2011

*Ding Dong*

Hello Sir? My name is Skippy. I couldn’t help but notice that you are still here, despite the fact that the rapture was supposed to be yesterday. Yes sir. Yes. I understand how you might find it comforting to believe that a guy who incorrectly predicted the Apocalypse previously and in direct defiance of stated biblical position might be wrong. But Mr. Harold Camping has assured us that he was correct this time, and he used math and everything. Why no sir. I am not at all here to make fun of you for falling prey to the ravings of a mad man. Nothing could be further from the truth.

You see, I know that he was right. Completely and totally.
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Valentine’s Day

Sunday, February 13th, 2011

I know that somewhere out in the world, at least one of my readers has just remembered what day it is.  And that reader is currently scrambling to figure out how to get an appropriate Valentine item for their significant other, without risking their career by abandoning work.

Don’t worry.  Skippy’s got your back.

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Watership Down/Blackhawk Down

Wednesday, February 9th, 2011

There is some sort of Watership Down/Blackhawk Down joke in here somewhere that I can’t quite get to work.

Everyone who was planning on getting through your day without seeing graphic depictions of Private Military bunnies going to town with automatic weapons, please step forward.

Not so fast readers.

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Never Let It Be Said That I Won’t Hop On A Bandwagon

Thursday, January 20th, 2011

I am furious that I didn’t think of this first.

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Naughty List

Tuesday, December 7th, 2010

I did something bad today.

I found out about some reverend in Texas who put up a website so that his church can try to publicly shame businesses that don’t have Christian specific holiday decorations and themes. Because as we all know, failure to allow one group to totally dominate all form of discourse is basically just oppression.

They have this whole “Naughty” vs “Nice” them going on.

Grinch Alert.

I submitted my parents Synagogue, in the naughty category, for not having Christmas decorations, but still putting up decorations for the religions of other faiths.

Curious to see what happens.

With Apologies

Tuesday, November 9th, 2010

Last night I met Natalie Imbruglia, and asked her “Are you planning to succumb to the dark powers of Sla’anesh?”

She replied “You’re a little late, I’m already Khorne.”

With apologies

Horrible Things In My Head

Friday, August 13th, 2010

So I’ve spent a bit more time than I should be comfortable admitting to thinking about the sex lives of children’s performers lately.

Lately my children have developed enough to start forming their own opinions on entertainment. So now my wife and I have started doing some experimentation with different things to see what they like. So our house is currently coated in a thin layer of toys and books. And we even tried out some children’s TV programs.

After viewing a few different shows, we discovered that the kids really seem to enjoy The Wiggles.  For those of you who don’t have small children, this is a musical group that consist of four improbably cheerful Australian men.  They do all of these ridiculously catchy, and somewhat educational songs.  If you watch an episode, you will wind up with a tune or two floating around your brain for the rest of the night.  As children’s shows go, this one isn’t too bad.  At least my kids didn’t fixate on Thomas the Train, or Blue’s Clues, both of which are just painful to witness.

So my wife and I find ourselves inadvertently to be fans of this musical group from Down Under.  It struck me as prudent to look up information about these guys since my kids were so into them, and I discovered that they actually do worldwide tours fairly regularly.  Incredibly lucrative tours that frequently sell out.  These guys are rock stars for the pre-schoolers.

And so I began to think on this.  When I was younger, I inadvertently learned one odd quirk about how the human female mind works.  The part of women’s brains that go, “Aww that guy is good with kids. I find that sweet.”  is evidently right next to the part that goes “I am going to bonk the hell out of that guy”.  From a purely biological standpoint this makes sense I guess.  I figure the internal logic is something along the lines: “Hey that guy can handle kids well.  I should totally let him do things to me that may result in some of those.”

So the Wiggles go on these tours, where hordes of parents, usually youngish women show up.  Women whose sex lives have probably taken a turn for the worse lately since they now have young children.  And they see that these guys not only have the near superpower of being awesome with kids, they are also in a band.

Human nature being what it is, I am pretty sure that this group is pretty much swimming in groupies.  I’m talking Elvis at his prime  levels of groupiedom.  It’s like the Wiggles are a Pakistani coastal village, and there is a Tsunami made up of horny MILFs about to wash over  them.

Most men would actually have trouble conceiving of the kind of action that these blokes have tossed their way on a regular basis.  These guys are probably fielding so many proposals that things that would seem like the wildest of fantasies to you and me are just boring and pedestrian to them.

Horny Fan:  “Anthony Wiggle! Me and my two hot friends want to come to your hotel room and take turns with you all day!”

Anthony Wiggles: “Okay, but what’s in it for me?”

Horny Fan: “But…We thought…we’d kind of hoped…that  you’d be excited about this…”

Anthony Wiggles: “Look lady, I can see how for you, a Menage a Quatre with one of the Wiggles is the wildest thing you have ever tried.  But for me it’s just…Tuesday afternoon.”

These guys have probably already gotten bored with the sort of freaky sexual escapades the rest of us have only dreamed of.  Hell, to get them interested now, someone would probably have to go pretty darned far out of what most people would consider their comfort zone.

Like all children’s performers, occasionally they have kids up on the stage singing and dancing with them.  And I am pretty sure that the Wiggles extract a freakish sexual price from the mothers that want their kids in the spotlight.

Show Mom:  “So…I wear this outfit and do whatever Jeffy wants, and my little Melissa get’s to sing on stage?”

Seedy Stage Manager: “That’s the deal lady.”

Show Mom:”But… this outfit is just a bridle and a butt-plug with a horse tail on it.”

Seedy Stage Manager: “Jeffy Wiggles likes ponies. What’s the problem?”

Show Mom: “Well I’m not sure if I’m comfortable with this.”

Seedy Stage Manager: “Look lady, do you want your daughter to sing the Self Esteem song or not?”

It’s Wrong In My Brain

Monday, August 2nd, 2010

I caught a commercial for Charlie St. Cloud today. There’s a line they keep saying in every preview and trailer that airs for this particular film. The male lead makes his best “I’m deep and sensitive” face and says, “Every night, I play catch with my dead brother.”

And the viewer is supposed to go, “Awww….his brother is like an analogy for his inability to let go of his past. If only some woman could help fix his soul and make everything better.” Or they might intend for the viewer to go “Awww….he loves his dead brother so much that he is still in contact with him from beyond the grave….and he still plays catch with him…that is so sweet. If only some woman could help fix his soul and make everything better.”

What they quite probably did not intend is where my brain took this. “Awwww…. he dug up his brother’s corpse, and presumably stores in in a big jar of formaldehyde. And every evening he takes it out to the back yard and hurls it around for a while. If only some woman could…you know what? Never mind. Do not try to fix this guy, just back away slowly. And for Christ’s sake don’t go out on the water with him on your boat.”