Another shot from the other night. It’s too dark because I edited on my laptop. Need to calibrate that monitor.
A D’Anjou pear. Surprise!
Make me a postcard and send it.
It would be so nice.
art, politics, religion: discuss
I don’t know if this is legit or not. It seems so. It appears to be a leaked internal video that promotes Scientology.
Go to the YouTube page and take a look. Here’s what it says,
Taken from aosheustaff:
Ultimately the comments may be disabled, but you can freely comment here. Enabling comments is representative in obtaining the well-rounded truth. Totalitarian organizations such as Scientology do not want this.
The original video was removed. I’d be interested to see if this video gets taken down.
My mentor from college teaches video production to students at a Christian college in Grand Rapids, MI. I’m tempted to send this video to him and say, “Please let your students know that video production like this one should be avoided at all times.”
The thing is, I know he knows this. He really is a cool guy with an interesting take on his own belief.
But I’m still tempted to reinforce the message.
Holy crap, this is bad. Problem is, it looks cool. It’s just the message.
When did Church culture take the turn toward beefy manliness and calling your audience “dinky”?
What the hell fire is a dinky?
And who is going to lead the intervention with Doug Giles?
Facebook friends just hooked me up with great images, three in a row rock and roll.
So I’m reposting them here for your viewing pleasure.
Betty Bowers image of a cop spraying baby Jesus in the face with mace.
Wikipedia: I know everything! Google: I have everything! Facebook: I know everybody. Internet: Without me you are nothing! Electricity: Keep talking bitches!
Photoshopped image of pizza growing in a garden.
According to le Café Witteveen’s blog stats, I’m getting incoming hits from Vox Day‘s blog. Here’s the post in question, but I can’t figure out who or what is linking to le Café. If you can figure it out, I would be much obliged.
But there have been 46 hits so far from Vox Day. And for this blog, it’s a noticeable amount.
If you don’t know who Vox Day is, join the club. I only know about him, because when I read The God Delusion, I wanted to read as much against the book as possible. Vox Day wrote and self published a free PDF book defending Christianity against Richard Dawkins’ oeuvre — but I cannot find it at the moment. Perhaps it was an early edition of this book called, “The Irrational Atheist,” which trollishly features cover art like Sam Harris’ book, “The End of Faith” (see above).
When I read Vox Day’s book, I was appalled by the sheer amount of grammatical errors. Not that I don’t have grammar errors here, but this was a published work. I edit my work, and admittedly have a tough time with it.
I have no room to talk, I guess.
Vox Day’s book was a long, meandering rant against Dawkins with little to no citation. And when he wrote Dawkins in the possessive, he typed out, “Dawkins’s.”
What a moron.
Continue reading “News flash: atheism is a mental disorder. In other news, Vox Day trolls his own blog.”
You have to second guess these kinds of videos. Parent picks up video camera to show house destroyed by kids after tossing a 5 lb bag of flour all over the living room.
I mean, look at all that flour.
I call mega bullshit, and you, me and everyone are idiots for letting this go viral.
Listen to the woman toward the end of the video. “A snow man puked all over my livingroom.”
The description of the video is telltale bullshit artistry:
Mommy was not feeling well and had to stay in the bathroom longer than usual during which my two boys, ages 1 and 3 took my new bag of flour out of the cupboard and destroyed my house. This is from ONE 5lb bag. Don’t believe me? Hand a full bag to a 3 year old and see what happens.
Mommy wasn’t feeling well, and was in the bathroom too long?
More like Mommy was charging the video camera batteries, and it took longer than she thought.
Sunday night I ran to the grocery store for — something we in the industry like to call — an ovulation test.
Tina was curious about the way she felt. She felt that she might be ovulating. And I — of course — wanted to oblige her feelings.
When I arrived at the store, I saw a man I know. His name is John. John was shopping in the aisle I needed to walk through to buy an ovulation test.
So I improvised. “Surely the only thing I buy tonight is not going to be an ovulation test,” I thought. “Hark! I should buy a beer.”
So I went to the alcohol section, and bought a 24 ounce can of Fosters.
Fosters = Australian for beer.
When I came back from retrieving my Fosters, John was still in that section. So I walked all the way around the aisle, entered the other side, grabbed the box of ovulation tests, and scurried away to check out.
As I was checking out, I heard a man in the next cashier station, “Crap, I left my wallet at home.”
I looked up and made eye contact with my friend John. He said, “Jeremy! Could you loan me $75?!? I left my wallet at home.”
“Shit,” I thought. “What’s the best way to hide an ovulation kit?” I thought.
“Sure!” I called back through clinched teeth. I settled my bill with my cashier and moved over to John’s area. I was sure to keep my bags closed from John’s line of sight. I slid my debit card in the machine where he was standing.
I fed in my PIN number.
He thanked me profusely for bailing him out. I followed him back to his place to retrieve the money he owed me.
John never saw my ovulation kit.
Now if I was buying tampons, that would be a different story.