Ok, I’m Officially Creeped Out

I’ve seen a lot of crazy and disgusting things in my time, but I think
this
is right up near the top.

You’d think that with a title like “Natural Harvest Cooking: An inspirational collection of semen based recipes,” that “Cooking With Cum – The Book!” couldn’t possibly be for real. Well at least that’s what I thought until I looked it up and couldn’t find anything saying that it wasn’t. Maybe I’m not looking hard enough or something but the serious references I found to it in other places kind of frightened me into not doing any further investigating.

I dare you to click the link and read what they have to say, even though part of their site is gone because of some bandwidth problems. What they left up pretty much explains what’s going on there.

And if any of you get the urge so to speak, feel free to email them and ask what’s so inspirational about spunking on a bran muffin.

The Incredible Popeman

Here’s proof that all of the best drugs really do come from Colombia. the Pope is going to be starring in his own comic book series. Entitled “Incredible Popeman,” the comics will feature the late JP 2.0 fighting against evil, decked out in his anti-devil cape and special chastity pants, which I’m guessing he wears to protect himself from the advances of any other super hero clergy he might meet along the way.

Along with the comics, Popeman’s creators also have action figures in the works.

You can
click here
to check this out for yourselves. Just remember that these people are probably going to hell because laughing at the Pope most likely isn’t cool yet according to the rules set forth by people without a sense of humour.

Something You Don’t See Every Day

I don’t know how bizarre anyone else will think this is, but I thought it was pretty weird. I had to go to an ophthalmologist, yes, I found one that wasn’t for dogs, and he was even in this city, wow! Anyway, I came in and went to the secretary. She asked me the usual questions, and asked for my health card. She took it, and started to type…on a typewriter! That’s right. Not on a computer. On a typewriter. I haven’t seen one of those in an office since…hmmm…when? A long time ago anyway. Part of me wondered if my ears were deceiving me and it was just that clunky fake typing noise that programs like ICQ make. But oh no, it was the real thing. I got to thinking, if they can’t afford a computer for the secretary, what’s the state of their eye-checking equipment? I was very glad all I needed was for him to look at me and realize that I was just about as blind as they come. Anyway, it was just something weird I was thinking about as I write the last paper ever for my degree, so I thought I’d share it.

Wrestlemania Roundtable

Tonight is WWE’s biggest show of the year, and since the Salty Ham server is actually working today, today is also the day when Roland pastes together emails that a bunch of us sent him to create a feature that has come to be known as the PPV Roundtable. And since what we’re roundtabling just so happens to be Wrestlemania, it’s only fitting that this one is also known as the
Wrestlemania 21 Roundtable.

Go have a look at who I picked for the big event tonight and feel free to agree or disagree. A bunch of other people picked too, but since they’re all going to be wrong and I’m going to win in a landslide they really don’t matter too much even though they’re good people.

Waaa Waaa Waaa

I don’t get this. Every year when it’s time to spring ahead with the clocks, I hear the classic complaint. “We lose an hour of sleep.” This is what I don’t get. Sure we lose an hour of sleep, for a little while, but what we gain is several hours of light for months! Ever heard the expression short-term pain for long-term gain? And we don’t even lose it on a weekday! For the people who have to work on Sunday, it has to suck a bit, but for the rest of us, what’s the problem? I don’t know, to me, that’s far better than the alternative. Sure we gain an hour of sleep in the fall, but it’s fucking dingy at 5 at night! And I never hear along with it…yeah but we get so much more light. It’s always concern with the sleep. Come on, are we that sleep-deprived? Maybe there’s something I’m missing, or maybe it’s because I really really hate winter, but I’ll take the loss in sleep if I get the warm weather and gain in light any day.

Stupid Commercials

I had the radio on and I heard a commercial that stopped me in my tracks. It was a commercial for some charity called Operation Eyesight. Apparently this dude feels like he’s making a difference because he’s giving money every month to them and they help prevent eye diseases in developing countries, and if he gives so much a month, it’ll pay for one eye operation to help someone see again.

Ok, the first part is cool. If they can get rid of nasty things that cause disease, that’s cool. But I hope this guy knows that eye operations are far from having a perfect success rate. Ask a lot of blind people why they’re blind, and they’ll say it’s due to a failed eye operation. And that’s in developed countries. Imagine what this charity has to contend with in developing countries. I just hope this charity is honest, and tells him about all the ones that they operated on with the help of his money and the operation failed, along with all the ones they apparently healed.

And now I sound like an ungrateful bitch. I’m not saying I’m against the charity per se. I just don’t like all the misinformation I see. This is sorta along the same line as Steve’s post about The United Way. the commercial makes everybody think, oh give a little money and some problem will go away. The last line made me laugh. It said, “Am I making a difference? Well, ask 2-year-old Mahocknabock in Bangladesh. He can see again.” I pictured it if the guy knew the real story. “Am I making a difference? Well, ask 2-year-old Mahocknabock in Bangladesh. They tried to fix his eyes, and now instead of seeing blobs, he sees nothing because his retina disintegrated when they tried to fix it.”

God, the All-Knowing, All-Seeing, All-Powerful Bitch

Sorry for being gone for so long, I really don’t have much of an excuse. For the first part of the week, I just had no inspiration. Then my computer died. Oh it’s very dead and in the shop…I’m so happy I have my old computer still being pretty functional.

Anyway, I got thinking about this the other day, and all the “god loves you” ads just fueled it. I don’t get the two main principles of religion. It just seems that if they were cars and you put them on the road and called it logic, they’d be headed for a head-on collision. But hey, I guess religion is full of those. I shouldn’t be surprised. But here’s my problem.

Principle a. God is all-knowing, all-seeing, all-powerful. Don’t fuck with God. Notice that a good man is a god-fearing man? Why does he have to be god-fearing?
Principle b. Pray to god and ask him for things and he’ll give them to you. Hand all your worries over to god and let him handle it.

Now, if you were an all-knowing all -powerful being, would you put up with 6 billion children going “I want I want I want gimme gimme gimme waa waa waa” all day? No Sirree Bob! You’d be telling them off, ignoring them, and just plain getting pissed off. Until you can prove to me there is a perfect being, there’s no such thing. Hell if ya read the bible, sure God got mad and said, “fuck mercy, kill ’em all.” I don’t care what you say, that means he has flaws, faults, and the only reason people don’t want to admit that is they would prefer, for the sake of their blind faith, to make up more excuses, and set more cars on a head-on collision course on Logic way.

Also, if he’s all-powerful and you don’t want to fuck with him, why does everyone seem to think he’s their personal bitch? They’re always telling him to bless people, praying to him to save people, asking him for help. I dunno, that sounds more like an errand boy to me than a god. No one would go to a king or the Prime Minister or the President and ask him for guidance in every little thing. Hell, you can’t get near the President, and he’s not even all-powerful! I won’t speak to whether you can get tnear the Prime Minister, because people seem to be able to scale fenses and get into his bedroom and need to be fended off with eskimo carvings, so it seems you can get to him. But if you told your buddies, “Hey, I’m going to go see the Prime Minister and askhim for help on what to do about my marital problems,”your friends would probably think you were out of your mind and call the funny farm. So why is someone who’s supposed to have umpteen million times the power of any human holder of power going to give our trivial problems any time? Hell in the words of religion he’s making the rains come and turning the earth! Does he have time for us? Doubt it. It just makes no sense. Anyone else following this logic? Man, if there is a god, I’m so totally going to hell. Oh well, if he really wanted me to know he was there, he’d do something to prove it. “Oh no, God’s not like that. If you don’t ask him for help, he just goes away.” Wait a minute wait a minute. What about all those people he got pissed at for doubting him? And why did he show himself so often in the old days? I’m sure people didn’t just believe him straight off. Oo, look over on logic way. I see something. Two sets of headlights. *smash!* Oo that was a deadly head-on collision. Wonder if there were any survivers?