My friend Randy gave me this card for Christmas nearly 10 years ago and I still have it. It’s one of my favorite cards ever and it still cracks me up!
Give yourself four minutes to hear this, especially if you’re an Adams fan. (It’s narrated by none other than Arthur Dent himself, even.)

"Honey, I sense a whole lotta morons in our audience today. Let's see how loose them wallets are. AMEN!!"
How sweet it is! And who can be surprised? The singing, crying evangelical sock-puppets known as Paul and Jan “The Raccoon” Crouch have obviously, OBVIOUSLY been playing fast and loose with their followers’ cash for many years. All it takes to see this is to turn on the tube and watch these motherfuckers in their extravagant clothing on their lavishly-decorated set preaching and weeping to the gullible, pathetic masses to donate as much money as they can…because while God created the universe and all its beauty, somehow he’s constantly short on cash. I hope these two charlatans and their network go down in a giant ball of badly-coiffed flames. Hallelujah!
McVeighs lawsuit makes the most damning allegations, claiming “unlawful and unreported income distributions to Trinity Broadcastings directors” with “multiple jet aircraft, including a $50m Global Express luxury jet aircraft purchased for the personal use of the Crouches through a sham loan … as well as an $8m Hawker jet aircraft purchased by Trinity Broadcasting for the personal use of director Janice Crouch”.
It also describes the purchase of “multiple motor vehicles, including a $100,000 motor home purchased by Trinity Broadcasting as a mobile residence for director Janice Crouchs dogs”.
Directors of the network are also accused of misusing funds to cover up sex scandals, including the alleged “cover-up and destruction of evidence concerning a bloody sexual assault involving Trinity Broadcasting and affiliated Holy Land Experience employees; the cover-up of director Janice Crouchs affair with a staff member at the Holy Land Experience; the cover-up of director Paul Crouchs use of Trinity Broadcasting funds to pay for a legal settlement with Enoch Lonnie Ford a former TBN employee who said he had a homosexual affair with [founder] Paul Crouch”.
via guardian.co.uk

"I AM SO HAPPY WITH JESUS AND GOD AND STUFF THANK U FOR YOUR CASH MY HAIR THANKS U 2 PLS HELP ME I KNOW I'M A SHITTY PERSON AMEN"
A while back I wrote a post about how those disposable (and non-recyclable) Keurig coffee cups are filling up our landfills with crap plastic. So for the past couple of weeks we’ve stopped buying those K-Cups altogether. Instead we used the reusable basket that came with the machine, which you can also buy separately. It’s cheaper and we can use whatever coffee we like.
However, there’s a HUGE caveat: the reusable basket makes very weak coffee, because it doesn’t have the same pressure system that a normal K-Cup has (which is what lets the coffee brew to full strength). Keurig knows this, of course, because they want you to keep buying those K-Cups for more money than they’re worth.
Luckily there’s an easy solution! Basically you cut the rip off the top of a used K-Cup, remove the filter inside, and insert it into the plastic piece that holds the reusable basket. Then when you brew your coffee, it’s forced to brew for a short time before being squeezed through the tiny hole in the bottom, just like a real K-Cup. Here’s a post on Instructables about it, with photos–it’s super easy and makes your coffee as strong as it should be! We’ve been doing this for over a year, on and off, when we want our own coffee instead of the pre-packaged ones. Now we’re doing it full-time and it’s great.
Another option I discovered today are these reusable plastic caps called My-Kaps, which go over the top of a used K-Cup, allowing you to refill the cup again and again, until the filter is worn out.
So if you’re tired of paying out the nose for K-Cups and contributing to a massive surge in non-recyclable plastic in the landfill, one of these options ought to do ya just fine.
A recent study shows that conservatives have increasingly lost faith in science since the 70′s. Ha! No shit, right? But how can you “lose faith” in science when it doesn’t even require faith in order to see it in action? Science simply is, whether you believe in it or not, and it evolves along with our understanding of how the universe works.
And that’s the beauty of science. We’re all trying to make sense of ourselves and this world we’re in–some choose to believe in myths and mystical tales of invisible beings who created the world and control everything in it, and others would rather find answers through testing and experimentation, facts and evidence.
If it weren’t for science, we’d all think the world rides through space on the back of a giant turtle or something. I’m not kidding–these science deniers would trap our civilization’s intellectual progress in the stone age if they could get away with it. Fucking morons.
Believe in whatever otherworldly beings you want, but don’t deny testable, verifiable evidence when it’s presented to you. I’m not just talking about global warming–I mean anything that may threaten your mystical “explanations” of how things work.
A study released Thursday in the American Sociological Review concludes that trust in science among conservatives and frequent churchgoers has declined precipitously since 1974, when a national survey first asked people how much confidence they had in the scientific community. At that time, conservatives had the highest level of trust in scientists.
Confidence in scientists has declined the most among the most educated conservatives, the peer-reviewed research paper found, concluding: “These results are quite profound because they imply that conservative discontent with science was not attributable to the uneducated but to rising distrust among educated conservatives.”
via McClatchy
This is brilliant: a bunch of delusional Christians “anointed” a road with oil in order to purify drivers in Christ’s love, so a group of atheists went out there and scrubbed it clean.
County Road 98 in Polk County, Fla., was scrubbed today by a group of atheists who are protesting the “Polk Under Prayer” campaign, supporters of which poured olive oil on the road last year in an anointment ceremony.
“Mainly we want this to be a safe haven for folks who want to raise their families,” explained Polk Under Prayer organizer, Dr. Richard Geringswald, according to ABC News affiliate WFTS-TV in Tampa. “Asking God’s protection from ne’er do wells and evil doers.”
Ellen Beth Wachs, the president of Humanists of Florida Association and Atheists of Florida, said that she feels unwelcome as an atheist in the county.
Oh, but that’s not even the best part. No, the level of crazy is truly revealed in the next paragraph of the story.
“This anointment ritual was to call out the angels to check each car that entered the county, to make sure they were Christian, and if they weren’t Christian, they would either follow Christian beliefs or get put in jail,” Wachs told ABC News.
via ABC News
That’s right, folks: these people were performing some sort of Christian voodoo/magick/woo-woo spell on a road, hoping it would somehow magically transform drivers into pure, white Christian folk and put the rest in JAIL. Holy fuckin’ shitballs, this takes things to a whole different level. And yet, they’d be the first ones to point fingers at other religions which practice this kind of ritual spellcasting and call them evil and impure. (Plus, doesn’t pouring oil on a road make it a danger to drive on? Not sure on that one.)
This new album by Caravan Palace is fucking fantastic: old-timey swing jazzy stuff fused with electronic goodness. Their first album was really impressive, and this one really keeps their hot thing going. ”Clash” and “Dramophone” are especially good. It’s a steal for $7 on Amazon (14 tracks), a dollar less than iTunes. (I prefer Amazon MP3 nowadays but iTunes works as well, in a pinch.) Give the songs a preview and grab it!
Note: this is not an advertisement–I just love this album.
Christ. If there’s anything that will make me stop going to the movies forever, it’s paying a higher price to not see a movie in 3-D. I avoid watching new movies in 3-D whenever I can–I think it’s an expensive, gimmicky way to get people into theaters and it has very little payoff in terms of making it a more exciting experience (“Avatar” was a rare exception, though I still didn’t find it as mind-blowing as some did).
So, in a nutshell… Fuck. That. Shit.
Writing for Screen Trade Magazine Joe Paletta, CEO of Spotlight Theaters, announces that cinemas will begin to eliminate the premium charges on 3D movies and raise the prices of 2D movies to make up the difference. This gives me the rage. 3D movies give me a headache and eye-strain, and I actively avoid them. I hate the idea that Id be charged a premium on the few 2D movies I can find in order to subsidize 3D screenings.
via Boing Boing
This new review of “American Psycho” makes me want to see it again. I forgot how funny it is, and I do love a black comedy. It was adapted and directed by a woman, and who best to portray this misogynist Wall Street sociopath? It’s a hoot, and probably my favorite Christian Bale flick. (Something I didn’t know: he studied Tom Cruise’s behavior to get that “smiling and laughing but utterly empty inside” look.) I’ve read the book as well, and I have to say that the movie is easier to digest. The book is a different animal–far more dense and grotesque, worth reading if you can get through it.
Based on Bret Easton Elliss novel of the same name and directed by Mary Harron, who also wrote the screenplay with Guinevere Turner, “American Psycho” is a brilliant and scathing satire of Reagan-era yuppies and their shallow, consumer-driven lifestyles. And in particular, of the behavior of Wall Street investment bankers in the 80s; all those privileged white males in designer suits – the same type whod later go on to crash the economy in 2008.
In terms of story and plot, its essentially a psychological thriller with horror, satire, and black comedy added to the mix. It focuses on a wealthy but unstable Wall Street yuppie named Patrick Bateman whos secretly a psychopath or sociopath driven to commit increasingly horrific and bizarre crimes in the wake of his mounting psychosis – from murdering a homeless man and his dog, to keeping a head in his fridge, while all the while striving to conceal the truth from others.




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