So, in between work and sleep and the occasional bout of melancholy over things global, I've been reading, Reader. Ooh, it's sharing time! What have I been reading?
First, the serious stuff. I've been reading 'The Poisonwood Bible'. Great book. Some folks might call it heavy on the manbashing. It's written from the point of view of women only, and the 'antagonist' of the tale is male. And he's a self-righteous prick who deserves more than a healthy dose of feminine venom. Go get 'em, girls. If some cracker dropped me in the Congo without proper supplies, I'd be pissed too.
On to lighter fare, I got me a new Preacher graphic novel. Hm. All my readin's got something or other to do with preachers. How interesting.
Anyway, ol' Jesse Custer (the preacher in the title), his gal Tulip, and Cassidy the Irish Vampire are up to their usual hijinks. Highlights of this issue include the brutal ass-kicking of a pack of goths in New Orleans. Oh, and Arseface returns and becomes a fledgling rockstar. Great stuff, not for the kiddies. Archie this aint.
Read how Michael Moore got booed at the Oscars for having the unmitigated gall to say unkind words about the War and the Prez.
Hollywood.
Booed Moore.
The mind boggles.
The adopted home of Liberal L. McLiberalson from Liberalville USA... booed Michael Moore. That's almost like the Vatican booing Christ, fresh from the Second Coming.
There's that religious theme again. Maybe Big Fella is trying to tell me something. I have always wanted to join the First Church of Elvis. Maybe I will... as a reverend. Spreading the gospel of Christ and Elvis across the land in a gold suit, bible in one hand, peanut butter-n-banana sandwich in the other.
Lord have mercy, mama!
First, the serious stuff. I've been reading 'The Poisonwood Bible'. Great book. Some folks might call it heavy on the manbashing. It's written from the point of view of women only, and the 'antagonist' of the tale is male. And he's a self-righteous prick who deserves more than a healthy dose of feminine venom. Go get 'em, girls. If some cracker dropped me in the Congo without proper supplies, I'd be pissed too.
On to lighter fare, I got me a new Preacher graphic novel. Hm. All my readin's got something or other to do with preachers. How interesting.
Anyway, ol' Jesse Custer (the preacher in the title), his gal Tulip, and Cassidy the Irish Vampire are up to their usual hijinks. Highlights of this issue include the brutal ass-kicking of a pack of goths in New Orleans. Oh, and Arseface returns and becomes a fledgling rockstar. Great stuff, not for the kiddies. Archie this aint.
Read how Michael Moore got booed at the Oscars for having the unmitigated gall to say unkind words about the War and the Prez.
Hollywood.
Booed Moore.
The mind boggles.
The adopted home of Liberal L. McLiberalson from Liberalville USA... booed Michael Moore. That's almost like the Vatican booing Christ, fresh from the Second Coming.
There's that religious theme again. Maybe Big Fella is trying to tell me something. I have always wanted to join the First Church of Elvis. Maybe I will... as a reverend. Spreading the gospel of Christ and Elvis across the land in a gold suit, bible in one hand, peanut butter-n-banana sandwich in the other.
Lord have mercy, mama!
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telesis:
Good for you - Smart!
ralphredimix:
PB&B sammiches are my favorite, followed closely by Rapsammiches.