Saturday, September 19, 2009

Monday, August 24, 2009

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Prayers

Some prayers from the book You Are Worthless. They made me laugh.


"Please, Easter Bunny, bring me plenty of eggs this year. And if you see Jesus, tell him we've been waiting for two thousand years for him to come back, and we're wondering if maybe he lost track of time."

"Dear God, your most visible representatives here on Earth are all a bunch of kooks. Sorry."

"Dear God, I understand that if I fail to believe in you, I'll burn in hell for all of eternity. Thanks for being such a good sport about it."

Friday, August 21, 2009

Yahoo! Answers question eleven

I've already cut down on my noise pollution. What else can I do to help the environment?


I love being green, and I have dedicated myself to preserving our planet by reducing my contribution to noise pollution. I have put foam pads on the inside of my Hummer doors to make them quieter when they close, I have put baffles on my jet skis, my motorcycles, my four-wheelers and every time one of the kids yell, I tell them they just added one inch to the giant hole in the ozone layer.
I am currently looking for some quieter lawn sprinklers (since we run them all summer) and we turn the t.v on mute and use the closed captions options instead. Is there anything else you could recommend to help reduce our impact on global warming? Any suggestions are appreciated.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Antony and the Johnsons - Music Review

If you mixed Boy George, Elton John, the emotional crescendos of the worst Lifetime movies ever, a splash of orchestra, extreme vibrato and a whole lot of androgyny, you might come close to mimicking the tearful yet high-voltage sound of Antony and the Johnsons. While abrasive at first, Antony finds a way to pound into your frontal lobe and leave you laughing at the ridiculousness of his lyrics while humming the addictive chorus over and over.
His appearance is odd and alien to his own culture, but not unnerving. And when he sings, the spectator soon forgets Antony is wearing a shimmering, space nightgown, and falls into the trance of the peaks and valleys of his quivering vocals.
Maybe it's the carnal effect powerful orchestral sounds have on the emotions, or maybe its the feeling Antony puts into his performance, but I like to think it's his lack of shame, even pride, for who he is and what he represents. And rightly so, for what he does is truly amazing.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

One of my favorite parts of one of my favorite movies.


Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Its funny 'cause it's true.




By the way, for those who don't know it already, I am a certified nutritionist. No, really.

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