Virgil

Dyslexic Christians Agree

I really don't know what to say except: click the picture.

Awesome doesn't begin to describe it.

Link Here.

Deep Thoughts

Wow.

Wow.

Wow.

I know I should try to come up with something more deep than that, but this is the ocean, so I'm embarassed to even try. There is none deeper. It's like telling Scarlett Johanssen that she looks nice today.

Hot Legs

There's an old saying that goes something like" Hardly any food, hardly any problems; plenty of food, plenty of problems." Or something like that. It's probably phrased more gracefully than that, so that it doesn't actually sound like Don Rickles imitating an Inuit.

The reason I bring up that saying is because of a story I happened upon whilst strolling through theol' BBC, looking for in-depth analysis of the Dickensianly complex Spears/Federline custody battle.

It concerns a couple of fellows in one of the Carolinas (either North or South, if memory serves) who are fighting over a prostetic leg that one of them left inside a barbecue smoker (!), which he put in a storage facility, and which was then sold, along with the rest of the contents of the storage unit, to some other Carolinian.

The original owner of the leg wants it back, to which the new owner says "tough titties". The full story is here, but I'm not sure how much more need be said. Here's my solomonical (ocle? icle?) judgment, to help you decide what to think:

1) The man currently in possession is clearly being a dick for no good reason. For the first time in his life, someone wants something from him that he can provide, and the resulting sensation of power flooding through his system is shorting out his moral circuitry. He should just stop being a dick.

2) The man clamoring for possession is clearly being a dick for no good reason. He can't keep track of his own leg? Too bad. Plus, there's a statute of limitations on abandoned body parts (I suddenly think), and you have no right to demand the damn thing after so many years have passed, and it's all grown up and calling annother man daddy. He should just stop being a dick.

Problem solved. But what to do about the leg? Hmm. This adjutacatin' is harder than it looks on TV. Wait, I know. Let an impartial officer of the court take that leg, and shove one end up the ass of each of these gentlemen as far as it can go. Whoever can keep it up there the longest gets to take it home.

If only I'd been around when they were writing the Bible.