August 26th, 2006

HOLD ON

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"It's like someone bulldozing the house at the end of the street and suddenly the street is smaller. Or indeed like if the 12th century got demoted to being a decade and we had to start counting all over again."

nostalgia_lj mourns the cruel fate of planet Pluto, here.
digitized worldview

Pop

"Pop stars are naiads of the running water, living and dying by the fleeting whisper of a stream, raised up by minor cults and ignored among the gods of the great halls. We should not honour them beyond their time, though their music might survive them."

"It's music for girls who buy mall clothes made to look like they come from a quirky thrift shop, with glorious anthemic choruses about how it would be really cool to run away from home with your anti-authority boyf and lead a crazy reckless existence in the big wide world, just so long as you could still get mum to do your laundry. Pop and roll."

"At the music video awards in 2003, Madonna saw which way the tide was turning and used her extraordinary powers as the living avatar of pop to suck the energy out of Britney with a single kiss and transfer her legacy to Saint Xtina."

http://anw.livejournal.com/313089.html
morals, hindu, mockery, ethics

touched in a bad place?

happydog has some revelations about his new job as a guidance counselor:

If you work with children be sure that you will have no ego left. Here, I wrote you a little play about it, a one act play entitled

DEATH OF AN EGO

SCENE 1 ACT 1: A School Classroom Full Of 5th Graders

ME (finishing up my presentation to the 5th graders): Are there any questions?

(Dozens of little hands shoot up)

ME: Yes? (points to student)

STUDENT: How old are you?

ME: 46.

CHORUS OF STUDENTS: Nuh Uh!

ANOTHER STUDENT: You gotta be 60!

(The sound of an ego dying is heard in the background, a sad little noise somewhere between a squeak and a sigh)

ME: Why, thank you so much. I look 20 years older than I am because I spent the last 20 years in the jungles of Africa, fighting lions and tigers barehanded.

CHORUS OF STUDENTS (emphatically) NUH UH!

ME: Now, are there any questions about the material we just went over?

(Curtain)


QWP, context comes from the mouths of babes
morals, hindu, mockery, ethics

taunting the JWs...

crevette ponders on Jehovah's Witnesses:

The bright side of this weather is that the Jehovah's Witnesses that have started covering the neighborhood again won't be out.

That always intrigues me, actually. Not the fact that the JWs are out in a neighborhood that is at least 85% Scientologist, in a city that is 70% owned by the Church of Scientology (the visual of the two groups trying to convert each other until they're blue in the face--amusing but not realistic since the Scientologists don't go door to door. They just have yard sales and shit--you've never lived till you go to a yardsale and find Church of Scientology tapes, DVDs and bridge materials being cleared out for pennies on the dollar.)

Let me just say that I have every respect for the Jehovah Witnesses. Their faith says they have to do this, fine. I politely tell them: No thank you, No I don't want a Watchtower. Have a nice day. And they thank me politely and go on their way. No problems.

What I always wonder is why in a faith that says that there are a limited number of slots for paradise (I understand that JWs say that there are 144,000 elect that get to go to heaven), why are they going door to door to try and get more people in?

I'm a simple woman with no mad math skilz but even I can see having the advantage of odds on your side. If there's 144,000 slots, and you've got a million people fighting for them, that's a 1.44 in 10 chance that you're going to heaven. I assume those slots are for everyone, living and dead, given that a ressurection seems to a lynchpin of most Christ based faiths.

Wouldn't it make more sense to tighten those odds a little? I don't think I'd be going door to door. I'd be all quiet and silent and "I got a secret... I know something you don't know." and stuff. And when people say, "See you later" I'd be all, "Probably not in the long run. Hee!"

People would have to come to me. I might actually make them beg. (If I were to say "And pay obscene amounts of money" to that, we'd have the Church of Scientology, actually. I wonder if L. Ron had a Jehovah Witness problem in his neighborhood...)

Maybe I'll ask them that next time they come to the door. That could be fun and if the answer is good enough, maybe I'll buy a copy of the Watchtower.

Just to give them false hope, of course.

Heh. No wonder I'm afraid of being hit by lightning. It all comes clear now.


QWP, Context is in Purgatory