I'm sick of Lincoln hunting vampires, zombies in Pride and Prejudice and sea monters in Sense and Sensibility.
Bring on the pop culture apocalypse!
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Thursday, February 10, 2011
This is getting out of hand
I love The Big Lebowski more than the average bear, but this is going too far. Or should I say, "OVER THE LINE!"
I'm sick of Lincoln hunting vampires, zombies in Pride and Prejudice and sea monters in Sense and Sensibility.
Bring on the pop culture apocalypse!
I'm sick of Lincoln hunting vampires, zombies in Pride and Prejudice and sea monters in Sense and Sensibility.
Bring on the pop culture apocalypse!
Saturday, November 28, 2009
THIS is how the world ends!
Brewery science will be the death of us all. It will be a glorious, drunken, and hopefully tasty death, but still death nonetheless. Behold the evil genius who has created Tactical Nuclear Penguin
This beer has a 32% ABV.
This beer has a 32% ABV.
Monday, October 12, 2009
What to do with dead people. PS: presidential pets!
While listening to/reading this story about being buried by burying beetles, I ended up at the website for Obit Magazine, an online magazine about dying. They have an advice column, which I assumed was meant to offer condolences and/or coping advice to people in mourning, called Ask Judy:
Dear Judy,
I'm writing from the Midwest. We have a local politician, a friend of the family, who upped and died. I won't say what his title was, but he was pretty important in our city.
He was also, and I know this for a fact, a child-molester. Or really a teen-molester. I used to babysit for his two kids, and I happen to know.
Everyone acts like the worst tragedy in the world just happened. I say Justice has been done. Can I tell people about it now? I never have before, for reasons having to do with fear, his importance in our city, and the fact that nobody would believe me even if I did.
Caroline
Judy-the-soother-of-grievances' advice:
I am probably alone in the world in believing that being dead is no excuse. You don't get to have your sins wiped clean just because you stopped breathing! And I also have nothing against trashing the dead, except to their relatives and spouses. If the dead pol was a creep, so be it.
Somehow in the same sitting I was also directed to the presidential pet museum. James Buchanan had a pet herd of elephants -- imagine if Sasha and Malia had one of those!! Also, what do you think it means that Ronald Reagan's dog Lucky had "natural ears"?
Dear Judy,
I'm writing from the Midwest. We have a local politician, a friend of the family, who upped and died. I won't say what his title was, but he was pretty important in our city.
He was also, and I know this for a fact, a child-molester. Or really a teen-molester. I used to babysit for his two kids, and I happen to know.
Everyone acts like the worst tragedy in the world just happened. I say Justice has been done. Can I tell people about it now? I never have before, for reasons having to do with fear, his importance in our city, and the fact that nobody would believe me even if I did.
Caroline
Judy-the-soother-of-grievances' advice:
I am probably alone in the world in believing that being dead is no excuse. You don't get to have your sins wiped clean just because you stopped breathing! And I also have nothing against trashing the dead, except to their relatives and spouses. If the dead pol was a creep, so be it.
Somehow in the same sitting I was also directed to the presidential pet museum. James Buchanan had a pet herd of elephants -- imagine if Sasha and Malia had one of those!! Also, what do you think it means that Ronald Reagan's dog Lucky had "natural ears"?
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