
Adjust this guy’s technique?
And…what would Jesus scream at climax?
Oh DAD! DAD!
Michael Moore and his merry band of fags pay a visit to the homophobiest preacher the US has ever produced. Stolen from here which is a site I got to because Alexa told me someone on that page linked to my blog…which no-one did. The innernet works in mysterious ways.
I hate it when BoingBoing is on something before I am. Once! Once in six months! Time for some affirmations.
My self-esteem is intact. I am worthy. I have the respect of the Cthulummunity and the admiration of my peers. Yes, I do.
And I’m not defensive, either.
Bloody hell. Here, several days late, is the brazilliant, step by step photodocumentation of the creation of the immortal Origami Cthulhu!
Sometimes I think the most merciful thing in the world is the inability of human fingers to call into being the greatest of the Great Old Ones. We live in an origami-versions-of-Elder-Gods-free world, and it is not meant that we should fold.
So…is this where angel dust comes from? Who is the patron saint of handi-wipes?
Let no man say the Catholic Church doesn’t move with the times.
Oh, it doesn’t generally change policies any faster than a glacier changes direction, but their marketing department is already all over Second Life, reaching out to those with no particular First Life (so no change there), and now from the Guardian (of the faithful?) comes news that the Vatican, heretofor known as rather a Slow Adopter (at least since that whole Savonarola brou-ha-ha) has gone all bleeding edge and announced that the C-list blogger known as “the Pope” will be sending daily text messages to the faithful.
No word on whether the service provider will be Virgin.
Again.