Pressing discs? Duke Nukem has gone Gold? Until Duke Nukem Forever is actually on my hard drive and I’m shooting bad guys I’m not going to truly believe it 100%.
Mundus vult decipi. (the world wants to be deceived)
Oh, how I want to be deceived.
Everybody loves them right? Right guys?
Yes, you chicks out there have it worse, I know this. But another’s suffering does not negate yours nor does it invalidate it even partially.
I went in to see my GP today – we’ll call him Dr. FishBait for reasons I will not fully explain – I respect his privacy even if it is (as you will see shortly) not a reciprocated sentiment.
He listens to the heart, lungs, checks the throat, nose, ears, etc.
Dr. Fishbait: Ears are good except a bit of earwax.
Me: (grumpily) Good, make candles then.
Dr. Fishbait: Nah, they don’t burn well.
Dr. Fishbait: We tried in medical school. Just doesn’t burn well.
Me: No, don’t tell me details… I don’t want to know.
Dr. Fishbait: Ok, drop drawers.
Me: Hey! Your favorite part and mine! No, seriously doc, is this absolutely necessary?
Dr. Fishbait: (looking at me blandly) They tell me I have to do it.
Me: They? What do They know? I mean, I’m only [age redacted].
Dr. Fishbait: Well, there’s really no incontrovertible proof for prostate checks at your age just as there’s really no proof that listening to your lungs will find something we aren’t already looking for.
Me: Good deal, we can skip the poop chute thing, then…
Dr. Fishbait: Nope.
(I stared at him unblinking for a few seconds)
Dr. Fishbait: If I find one person in 30 years that it catches something early it is worth it.
Me: You can’t seriously expect me to believe that you’re going to invoke the “if it saves one child/kitten” argument…?
Dr. Fishbait: Yep. Over there, please.
Me: (grumbling) I still think this is total bullshi … holy shi… whoa, whoa, WHOA, DOC! You just bruised one of my goddamned tonsils! What, is your index finger three feet long?
Dr. Fishbait: Prostate is good.
Me: Sh*t, I could have told you that.
You know I can embellish stories at times. Not here though. That was absolutely verbatim. We have a strange relationship, my doctor and I.
Dr. Fishbait: You know, your heart rate was a bit elevated…
Me: I was excited to see you.
Dr. Fishbait: (looking around for my clothes which were folded neatly in a corner) Where are your clothes?
Me: (in hospital gown) I didn’t bring any. I wore this here today just to see you.
Dr. Fishbait: How’s your neck?
Me: Tell the truth and shame the devil? Getting worse. I’m about to see another specialist for a second opinion.
Dr. Fishbait: What percentage of the time are bad days?
Me: Oh, as little as 80% of the time. I’m pretty sure nerves have regenerated. Just a few months ago I was saying “no more treatments”. I’m starting to reconsider.
The usual exam results – quit drinking, smoking crack, sports sex, lead pipe cruelty, eat more leafy greens and less ruminant brains.
Except I don’t drink, smoke crack, engage in sports sex, or eat ruminant brains.
Alaska… Fish and Wildlife… no tasering of wildlife for catch-and-release. Well that doesn’t make sense. You never know with bears. The right to keep and arm bears is a fundamental right, I’m told. It’s all Constitutional-like.
Fishing with a taser on the other hand seems ridiculous when you could just use dynamite instead.
The question to ask yourself… after you read this quote from FoxNews:
As crestfallen followers of a California preacher who foresaw the world’s end strained to find meaning in their lives, Harold Camping revised his apocalyptic prophecy Monday, saying he was off by five months because the Earth actually will be obliterated on Oct. 21.
Here is the question… how much money does Camping still have in his bank accounts? If he really believed his own crap, he’d have spent every last dime saving as many souls as he could at the 11th hour and 59th minute.
My guess? He’s still got millions in his saving account and long-term investments.
Camping’s hands shook slightly as he pinned his microphone to his lapel, and as he clutched a worn Bible he spoke in a quivery monotone about some listeners’ earthly concerns after giving away possessions in expectation of the Rapture.
Family Radio would never tell anyone what they should do with their belongings, and those who had fewer would cope, Camping said.
“We’re not in the business of financial advice,” he said. “We’re in the business of telling people there’s someone who you can maybe talk to, maybe pray to, and that’s God.”
But he also said that he wouldn’t give away all his possessions ahead of Oct 21.
“I still have to live in a house, I still have to drive a car,” he said. “What would be the value of that? If it is Judgment Day why would I give it away?”
Yeah, that’s what I thought.
Camping, who made a special [snip], apologized for not having the dates “worked out as accurately as I could have.” Through chatting with a friend over what he acknowledged was a very difficult weekend, the light dawned on him that instead of the biblical Rapture in which the faithful would be swept up to the heavens, May 21 had instead been a “spiritual” Judgment Day, which places the entire world under Christ’s judgment, he said.
The globe will be completely destroyed in five months, he said, when the apocalypse comes. But because God’s judgment and salvation were completed on Saturday, there’s no point in continuing to warn people about it, so his network will now just play Christian music and programs until the final end on Oct. 21.
In other words, he’s taken in about all the money he’s going to be able to sucker people out of and needs people to give him about five months of space and hopefully they’ll have forgotten about all this by then.
Oh bravo, you schmuck. Blowing your mom up isn’t kosher.
Gee, I’m really sorry your mom blew up, Ricky, guess she won’t be able to eat any spicy foods for awhile.– Lane Myer in Better Off Dead, right after Lane’s failed suicide-by-fire attempt, when Ricky’s mom drank a mason jar full of gas he was holding and lit a cigarette
There’s only two places where I personally could sanction hitting a woman – self defense is one instance and the second is if she was beating children (yes, that second isn’t legally defensible but it’s how I feel – there is no excuse to beat children beyond corporal punishment in parental discipline if it is necessary). And this lady should not have been beaten. But she did kind of bring herself into the line of fire by ridiculing Mr. Micro’s tool size publicly. I mean, what did she expect?
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