Nate P., who is the kind of person you miss:
“When I was home in the Bay Area a couple of weeks ago for the wedding, I had dinner with a friend, and he asked me why it is I write this blog. “What’s the attraction?” he wanted to know. I can’t explain all of it, but I was able to finally stumble into the idea that blogging is in part a form of prayer…
Is it a bit scary to pray here, where others can read what’s going on? Yeah, but here’s the thing. I believe that God is found in each of us (panentheism), that each face is the face of God, and in my particular religion, the face of Christ. Bits of the God-spark live in each of us. By sometimes praying while writing and letting other people read it, I’m not praying to any of you out there. But we all may be the agents of change for each other, working out our lives with and for one another, helping to create the kingdom of God here on earth, in our lives.”
Observation by Loriloo:
“Don’t Think That’s In The Book
Overweight couple sharing a platter of Krispy Kreme doughnuts, each reading their own copy of Dr. Phil’s The Ultimate Weight Solution: 7 Keys to Weight Loss Freedom.”
How long has it been since you visited Exploding Dog:
Dong Resin has a better tagline than you, “Speaking and removing all doubt. More funnyness:
“…My taxation suggestions for the Sunshine State :
Any insect larger than your head
Anything that big with that many hands has to have some form of currency on it. It probably has real estate holdings and a mistress. Tax that fuck.
Any dipshit with an “interesting pet”
By interesting, I mean any sad cry for attention that’s not a dog, cat, or bunny rabbit. Bunny rabbits are a pretty stupid pet too, but they get a pass because nobody takes them to the beach to try to get laid. I want people who try to make themselves interesting by harboring some stupid animal to pay extra for the privilege of being allowed to be that emotionally stunted and not be routinely hunted for sport…
And by “dog”, I mean a dog, not something that looks like Mr. Worf took a shit and decided to name it. Shih Tzus, Shar peis,.. anything I have to look up to spell properly, you fuckers have to pay the tax.
Any white kid who lives in a gated community but talks like Flavor Flav did when he was still on the rock has to pay $12,000 a year to the NAACP. $14,000 if he tires to intimidate people with it…”
“I see we’ve mapped out the genome structure of the poodle.
Naturally, I pray this will lead to some sort of cure.”
We’re off to honeymoon in Asia, to return on November 1. While I’m away, please visit Mighty Girl for excerpts from my favorite blogs. Thanks for all the kind wishes and support, can’t wait to tell you all about it.