Friday, February 27, 2004
"I want to die peacefully in my sleep like my grandfather, not screaming in terror like his passengers."
Wednesday, February 25, 2004
of The Passion from the USCCB. I'll try to have my own thoughts up within a week or so.
Friday, February 20, 2004
John Derbyshire has written a Valentine's Day column on sweet mushy love.
Wednesday, February 18, 2004
for every time I said to myself "You know, I wish someone would post a comprehensive list of The Fighting Techniques of Don Rumsfeld"
Friday, February 13, 2004
Sometimes, in a moment of clarity, inspiration strikes and it all becomes so clear. You realize that God is speaking to you. You realize you've finally found your vocation.
This is more fun than watching the clothes dryer at the laundromat.
Spend some time at the Gallery of Regrettable Food
Wednesday, February 11, 2004
This guy guessed that I was Roscoe P. Coaltrain and Sue Ann Nivens respectively in under 20 questions each.
Monday, February 09, 2004
I mean it. This isn't funny.
Strewzan's doing a Hellboy poster! Check it out at CHUD
It was a two-cart grocery day at the Shop 'n Save. I made it through without much incidence but as I was bagging I looked behind me to see the lane I had just come from backed up seven deep. Angry people with angry eyes and full carts and one lane open. The checker at the (only) express lane would call over people one at a time if they didn't have too much stuff. The woman at the service counter finally looked up, saw the wavy distortion coming off everyones head like a summer highway, sensed the animosity, and called for one more checker. This didn't make much of a dent in the situation which was starting to back up a little more. I was glad I was already through the guantlet and was giving management the benefit of the doubt (making the best of what labor they had available to them at the time) when I glanced down at the other end of the store. There were the self-check lanes, all open and ready, one attendent standing there with nothing to do, arms folded, bored. Occasionally a disgruntled customer would abandon their place in line and go over to do it themselves. And I thought to myself: "This is their plan. This is how it begins. In three years we'll all be bagging our own groceries all the time and we'll quickly forget that it was ever any other way. And they'll save on labor and their prices won't reflect those savings. And maybe ten years down the road some corporate suit will think about how much money they could save if they had the customers actually stock the shelves. Or maybe just rummage through the boxes as they came off the truck." And then I thought: "No, this shall not stand! The customers-with-long-memories shall hold this day! And retribution shall come! It shall be swift and terrible and woe betide those who have heralded the death of service!" And then I thought: "Okay, time to head home and tuck into this Krispy Kreme!"
Friday, February 06, 2004
Chastised yet again for tardy updates. Here're some links to tide you over until I can think of something relevant to say about nipplegate.
The Holy Observer
The Holy Observer