Labor Day September 6, 2010
Posted by Sobek in Art.Tags: Sonia Sotomayor is a racist
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It’s Labor Day, so I spent the day workin’ of course:
Pilot P500 shown for scale, and not as part of a shameless campaign to get Pilot to sponsor me
I also spent the day sleeping in, watching a couple of movies with my kids, going to the park with my wife and kids, chatting with a Jehovah’s Witness, talking to my wife about a novel we just finished reading, and getting a hair cut.
Now I’m going to do some more work. Here’s some Garbage:
UPDATE: Thanks to the magic of Photoshop and profound laziness, here’s a sneak-preview of what this will look like when it’s done:
I think Pupster suggested the dogs playing poker.
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Talking with a Jehovah’s Witness?
When I was in undergrad, I answered the door one Saturday Morning (after an all night booze and booze fest) to a J-Wit in nothing but my boxers, holding a lit cigar, and told them I was a Buddhist.
Yeah, she knocked on the door and I wanted to be polite, so I let her give her little spiel. She said something about the Lord will remove all the bad people, and don’t I agree that once the bad people are gone, nothing bad will happen?
I understood what she was getting at, but she phrased it so awkwardly that I answered, “what about Ebola?” The conversation didn’t last too much longer.
I promise I didn’t intend to come across as smarmy as I did.
All right, what’s up with my two pics not showing up?
Okay, first pic showed up. Hopefully that’s because someone noticed me wondering about it and fixed it for me, and is currently working on the second, because the only other explanation is voodoo. And I am not down with voodoo. They do all that freaky snake stuff.
Seriously, a couple JWs show up on your doorstep, whatever. Quick conversation, politely decline, they’re on their way. But if the guy knocking on your door is covered in white face paint and has a 27-foot python around his neck, best just pretend you’re not home.
And chicken bones? You’re telling me chicken bones have some kind of magical properties? The stuff I leave at the bottom of a KFC box? Just ain’t right, is what I’m sayin’. I’ll take my KFC without the dark magic, thank you very much.
The stuff I leave at the bottom of a KFC box?
Shake the box; then, read the bones.
When I used to be home during the day, I never bothered with identifying who was at the door.
I just rolled soundlessly off the couch to the floor and practiced shallow breathing until they moved on.
I’ll take my KFC without the dark magic, thank you very much.
Ugh, don’t be such a baby. It’s only black arts if you believe in it.
*rolls eyes*
*picks them up and rolls them again*
Dammit. I keep getting a ’2.’ Annoy-ing!
*need a lock of hair to do this right
It won’t work with KFC because you didn’t kill the chicken yourself. You have to spill the blood to get the magic. Every practioner of the dark arts knows this…Dick Cheney himself told me after we shared in the blood to a lawyer, so it MUST be ture.
I can’t comment at AoS anymore. I was able to this morning, but now I can’t.
AM I BAN’T?
AM I FIRED?
HOW DID I LOSE YOUR LOVE?
are you putting a wordpress blog in the website line?
AoS hates WordPress.
No. I don’t even have the comment box anymore.
The last comment is the end of the page.
I once had a virus that stopped me from commenting at Ace’s.
Wow.
Your ip address is not in the ban list.
Maybe it was something you said.
Is your computer plugged in?
Try plugging it in.
Is your computer plugged in?
Try plugging it in.
…then turn it “on.”
I’ll take my KFC without the dark magic, thank you very much.
Dude, how do you think KFC makes their chicken so tasty?
Funny, I’m eating a KFC Snacker right now.
It’s boneless, so I should be safe.
What kind of voodoo do you think it takes to make a boneless chicken?
http://www.flickr.com/photos/kackerson/2179041183/
I used to have little patience for people who would come to my door trying to convert me. But my dad advised me not to do that, and give them a patient hearing. Now I ask them to come in and make their pitch, but make it clear upfront that I am an idol-worshiper who prays to many handed Gods wielding wicked weapons and unlikely to convert unless their God looks more cool than mine.
Ack! I’m cursed!