Take That, Penske!
 

Damn.

Take That, Penske!
 

This must relate to the religion thread...

The number of the beast
 

Are we lapsed because we are skeptical?

Or are we skeptical because we are lapsed?

Take That, Penske!
 

And they said it wouldn't last... the Rat Bastards.

Happy 10K all.:cheers:

Take That, Penske!
 

10K in less than 3 months. By contrast, the infirm real GAs board took over 4 months (LP snags the big K), while the infirm FB took just over 3 months (10K going to It's Just Me Mom).

Obviously, this board rawks.

Ketchup
 

Sorry to have missed the major theological discussion. Minor points to add:

1. Some people believe one of the Marys (Magdalene or Mary the sister of Martha and Lazarus--Jesus was obviously close friends with both of these women, assuming they were different people) was Jesus' wife, and that the wedding at Cana (the site of Jesus' first miracle of turning the water into wine when they ran out) was likely his own wedding.

2. Mary Magdalene was only a whore if you believe she's the same woman who was taken in adultery (the famous "let he who is without sin cast the first stone" episode).

3. There were two different dinners with a Mary at Jesus' feet--one where a Mary (Magdalene?) washed his feet with expensive ointment, bathed them in her tears, then dried them with her hair, and another one where Mary talked doctrine with him while her sister Martha slaved away in the kitchen. In each case Jesus defended Mary--in the first instance from his disciples who said they should better have sold the expensive ointment to feed the poor, and in the second instance from Martha who would have liked some help in the kitchen.

This is just off the top of my head, but I can provide references if you wish.

On completely other notes:

a. I have someone clean my house every two weeks, and I have half the sf of TF (but paid considerably more--I live in the city). I tidy before she comes, so she can concentrate on the actual cleaning and so I can find things again later.

b. I too grew up with orange shag carpeting, in this case Halloween orange, in our downstairs family room. The upstairs carpeting was shag as well, but in a more restful sage/seafoam hue.

c. I can't believe I missed not just one but two opportunities to see Justin Guarini last night! I dreamed I was dating him a few nights ago--most lots of wild press-avoiding hijinks, and to my everlasting chagrin no fooling around of any sort.

tm

The number of the beast
 

EO,

I ain't skeptical of Revelations - I'm more amused by it, and I think I know the spring of idiocy from which it was vomitted into the bible.

In the throes of mushroom lunacy, tempered with bourbon, coke, ephedrine, dope or whatever else flew about in the better days of my life before I became a word-jockey and professional liar, I had "visions" wherein I thought I "figured it all out". Once sanity was regained, I realized that the toaster and refrigerator and kitchen table had nothing in common and were not part of a grand scheme of objects which would interlock into a giant space needle to guide aliens to my college when the day of reckoning for mankind arrived. I realized that my cat was not a being of higher intelligence than me and was actually not manipulating everyone around her to do here bidding - she just wanted food and a place to sleep. I understood that I probably was not a fluid part of any grand plan, but just a random twisted pile of cells thrust into this little society of ours. I was at peace with things around me and wouldn't give back those "insights" for the world, but I realize just how ridiculous most of what I saw was. Luckily for me, I knew I had a head full of drugs and did not attribute my visions to God, or assume the drugs were spiritual gifts which granted me shamanistic powers. The cats who wrote nonsense like Revelations clearly got into some strong ergot or mushrooms and thought they'd opened a wormhole into God's head not unlike Cusack in being John Malkovich. These poor bastards didn't have the luxury of realizing how badly their grey matter had been scrambled and probably thought they'd actually left their bodies and seen the "next world". So they wrote a book about their trip and somebody stapled it to a larger book of fables, wives' tales and random word-of-mouth stories passed down for generations through an imaginiative grapevine. Some catlater invented the printing press and the bible was born. Literary and biblical scholars will pick apart this generalization and they'd be right to do so, but the basic preimise of my argument (that the bible is a disjointed epic novel of sorts and very fantasized one at that) holds true no matter how you slice things. A lot of us have been where John's (Reveletaions' author) been... Its a damn fun place. I still go back when I can. Poor John never knew how much fun it was to just ride the wave. My theory is if he'd a good woman, some friends and loads of vino around when he was high, there'd be no revelations today. At most, there'd be some sophomoric drivel like the Doors of Perception. Only an idiot would try to explain a trip in writing. That John tried tells me he took himself way too seriously... bummer.

S(Here is wsdom... and her number is 876-5309)D

Question About Shag
 

When shag carpeting is new, does it stand up tall like long thick grass? Or does it look matted and scragly from installation forward?

Gratz to you and to everyone else too!

:)

The number of the beast
 

Jenny's not answering at that number.

Mmmm(number timmy)Burger

Ketchup Part Deux
 

Teepee has to do with 235 lb., ex-West Pointer, Lakota Sioux Indian (hereinafter referred to as "Sioux Warrior," "Sioux Chief" or "The Reformer") who has been my SO for the last year. And yes, S&M does go on inside the teepee (giving new meaning to the name "Stands with A Fist," but I digress...Repeating mantra: I am reformed, I am reformed...)

As far as house cleaning, it is totally worth the $80 per month (thank God LA is so close to Mexico). I wouldn't even dream of screwing up the manicure...I have heard very good things about Roomba and am thinking of getting one if for no other reason than it will completely entertain my dog while I am at work.

Surf Girls--yes their tits are small, but their asses and tummies are tight. On the whole, I would take any of their bodies over the crap from that lapdance slideshow. The show is on Mondays at 1030, but repeats often throughout the week.

Saks and the City--anyone else salivating for Sunday night? I am just praying there are mucho episodes with Big. Chris Noth is just so damn sexy (except in that Caesar miniseries--seeing him in that stupid Roman leaf hat thingy was enough to dry me up completely).

Zak <----June gloom sux ass

Edited to correct typo...

funky fries fizzle
 

and other advertising nightmares --

http://money.cnn.com/2003/06/17/news...ex.htm?cnn=yes

The grossest product blunder mentioned in the article is baby food marketed to adults. What the f was Gerber thinking?

The number of the beast
 

Yah. Close, though.

867-5309

Does anybody remember a song - kinda dull - with the number:

8535967?

Onion Article
 

I find this an excellent way to relate to my family. But without the skinny Canadian stuff.

Ketchup Part Deux
 

Here's a spoiler I heard the other day (it was on Extra or some such show, so maybe it no longer even qualifies as a spoiler, but I will leave room in case anyone wants to be surprised about Carrie's love life)...

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This season the man in her life (with possibly wedding bells) will be the guy from Office Space. He was introduced to her last season -- book party episode with Samantha's chemical peel (saw a replay on Sunday, so that look is still fresh (he he) in my mind). He had a girlfriend in that episode and he didn't tell Carrie until after she invited him to be her date to the party. More nerdy look than Mr Big, but I'd do him... Of course I like nerds.