tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321105.post259141874874911935..comments2024-01-31T14:36:29.880+00:00Comments on Brutalism: Why I Distrust Organized ReligionUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321105.post-74867541490735468212009-05-05T02:05:00.000+00:002009-05-05T02:05:00.000+00:00I love every one of these comments.I love every one of these comments.Brutalismhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07659884369597107148noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321105.post-5531971776884833432009-05-02T18:51:00.000+00:002009-05-02T18:51:00.000+00:00I had a religion that incorporated puppets and ski...I had a religion that incorporated puppets and skits. It was called Sesame Street. Question is, am I any more inclined to admit this in public? I am not sure.Sean Scullyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00984209928470528589noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321105.post-74523844396497531002009-05-01T21:28:00.000+00:002009-05-01T21:28:00.000+00:00My favorite comment on church:
Door-to-door pros...My favorite comment on church: <br /><br />Door-to-door prosyletizer, shoving a flyer through the screen door: "Our church is just such a great place to be on Sunday morning. I just know you'll love it!" <br /><br />My atheist friend: "My *bed* is a great place to be on Sunday morning, but you don't see me inviting random strangers there, do you? Well, okay, sure, sometimes ... like that really hot guy at the bar last week ... and then there was that sexy couple from the gym, but ... wait, where are you going?"<br /><br />:DOneZenMomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00764231117789511983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321105.post-83181725021696649782009-04-30T18:42:00.000+00:002009-04-30T18:42:00.000+00:00UPDATE: Well when dilettante07 got home last night...UPDATE: Well when dilettante07 got home last night, her eyes looked like she was wearing novelty glasses such as <A>these</A>Dilettard07https://www.blogger.com/profile/09090471106551402096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321105.post-50404100413534629812009-04-29T20:39:00.000+00:002009-04-29T20:39:00.000+00:00Good ol' Rock Church is still here. Evidently Pas...Good ol' Rock Church is still here. Evidently Pastor Anne has Bishoped herself, too, per the lighted scrolling marquee. I pass it on the way to our gym at the Jewish Community Center. <br /><br />Now, you'd perhaps think it odd that Catholics (one Irish, one Italian) would join the JCC. Surprisingly, no - we love it. Now, granted...it may prove curious to son Liam who will be attending St. Gregory the Great Catholic School next year, but I look at it as more fodder for the shenanigans we parents are obligated to pull on our children.<br /><br />What? YOUR parents did it, and you turned out perfectly...<br /><br />Oh. Perhaps we should rethink this.Ri. Short for Maria. Not pronounced like the bread.https://www.blogger.com/profile/09160554194457458353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321105.post-41329868073768918002009-04-29T19:20:00.000+00:002009-04-29T19:20:00.000+00:00I am just curious..at what age did you discover yo...I am just curious..at what age did you discover your parents interest in car washes?Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17675034360735398315noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321105.post-19503176641044082302009-04-29T18:38:00.000+00:002009-04-29T18:38:00.000+00:00Rock Church rules. It was one of my first impress...Rock Church rules. It was one of my first impressions of Kempsville as I became a married-in VA Beacher. Just cracks me up - sitting right in front of the school and across from Stu and Bev's hood. Rock on Princess Anne.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321105.post-11968772738441990412009-04-29T17:54:00.000+00:002009-04-29T17:54:00.000+00:00Will you please shut up? I'm on the e-meter tryin...Will you please shut up? I'm on the e-meter trying to get clear!<br /><br />Tom Cruise just asked me if he could borrow $10,000. He's a card.dilettante07https://www.blogger.com/profile/16288221785770930813noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321105.post-41080347597769656322009-04-29T17:26:00.000+00:002009-04-29T17:26:00.000+00:00Have you ever stopped to reflect upon that trippy ...Have you ever stopped to reflect upon that trippy moment as GOD CASTING YOU OUT?! I am surprised a trap door did not open, revealing a long shaft all the way to a HELL OF PINK FLAMES WITH SATAN WEARING A LIME GREEN IZOD AND PEGGED KHAKIS!<br /><br />Although apparently you are still "trying on" religions. . . I said "good bye" to the wife I have known and loved for a long time this morning. And frozen our bank account. Who knows what monster will be at home tonight!<br /><br />As for the BUTTER, well remember that butter is a hell of a lot older than Frigidaire. Cheese, butter, yogurt, these were all ways of preserving foodstuffs back in the dawn of civilization. The culinary uses and different flavors and textures that we now take for granted were once secondary features. All these items last longer than raw milk at room temperature.<br /><br />Still, I was not all that up on the shelf life of butter at room temperature. I figured that if one went through it quickly enough (and JenBC, I suspect dairy farmers enjoy their butter), then all would be good.<br /><br />But I found a nifty web site with some handy butter storage tips:<br /><br /><A>The Nibble, a magazine I had never heard of</A>. Notably, butter can be stored at room temp for three to five days.Dilettard07https://www.blogger.com/profile/09090471106551402096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321105.post-37044152847310669622009-04-29T16:55:00.000+00:002009-04-29T16:55:00.000+00:00This is such a rollicking good tale. So much to co...This is such a rollicking good tale. So much to comment on.<br /><br />First, I am stunned that you come from a butter-in-the-cupboard family. So does Tom, who grew up on a dairy farm. I can't choose that way of life myself, but I'll admit that the butter always spreads really easily when it's not rock hard out of the fridge. Oddly, I remember a friend of a friend of ours going on and on and on at a party about encountering his first butter in the cupboard people. He couldn't have been more horrified if he had found shrunken heads in the cupboard instead. Talk about needing some perspective.<br /><br />As for the Rock Church, any chance that you just stumbled into a Hard Rock cafe and Father Rich was actually a waiter wearing lots of flair? I know it's hard to keep memories straight after a few pitchers of margueritas.<br /><br />As for the meet and greet wipeout, I enjoy these stories about your ubershy self because they clash so much with what I would have guessed about you. Keep spilling your secrets.JenBChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14529384502472995248noreply@blogger.com