December 11th, 2006


What a giant crock.

Made it home from the mountains yesterday afternoon and hit the ground running. It was a great time, all except for the lack of sleep. I had no idea how truly beautiful Kentucky is, having only taken it in through the windows of a speeding car before.

Not feeling so great.
Way too much thinking going on.


Yes, my birthday is Thursday and I will be 36. No, there is nothing frivilous I want and I don't want any kind of dinner, party, or other celebration. I plan on having dinner here at the loft with D, and that's about it. If you want to come by for a visit, great.

If you're so inclined, I would definitely appreciate gift certificates to Publix supermarket or Sam's Club/Walmart so that I may stock up a decent pantry for the loft, but that is all. Seriously, that's it. Same for Giftmas. Nothing more or less, that's all.

Should you be so generous, the mailing address to receive such things can be provided by email inquiry to
Don't feel compelled in any way as I'm not soliciting here, just making it known as a result of repeated questions and emails. My birthday being so close to Giftmas, I don't feel it is really fair to have people spend $$$ on me when money is so tight this time of year, but there you go. Oh who am I kidding, I need stuff - we all need stuff. It's not like we're in dire straits or anything, but still - it would all be appreciated.
Double Barrelled

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Dear New Neighbors Who Share The Entire West Wall Of The Loft,
I hate you. I motherfucking hate you. But HATE. You and your annoying, incessantly barking/howling four-legged, fur covered bag of ugly. First chance I get, I'm punching you on sight.

I know it's not your fault that I am unwell and that puppies who miss their humans are wont to cry ALL! GODDAMNED! DAY! but really, count on getting that sucker punch. Right square in your suckhole. Be grateful I'm not well enough to mount "YOU'RE A JACKASS" in neon just outside your window, bitches.


No love,
a very jesus_h_biscuit

We Got Another One!

Pastor resigns over homosexuality
In a tearful videotaped message Sunday to his congregation, the senior pastor of a thriving evangelical megachurch in south metro Denver confessed to sexual relations with other men and announced he had voluntarily resigned his pulpit.

A month ago, the Rev. Paul Barnes of Grace Chapel in Doug las County preached to his 2,100-member congregation about integrity and grace in the aftermath of the Ted Haggard drugs-and-gay-sex scandal.

Now, the 54-year-old Barnes joins Haggard as a fallen evangelical minister who preached that homosexuality was a sin but grappled with a hidden life.

"I have struggled with homosexuality since I was a 5-year-old boy," Barnes said in the 32- minute video, which church leaders permitted The Denver Post to view. "... I can't tell you the number of nights I have cried myself to sleep, begging God to take this away."

His wife, Char, cradled his hand. Barnes declined an interview request through the church.


War On Christmas - Now It's The Jews' Fault

Another Dispatch From The War On Christmas:
Fundies: "Goddamned Jews Ruin EVERYTHING..."
Treeless in Seattle
By Marc Gellman
The greatest threat to America’s essential freedoms is not excluding a menorah from an airport, but trivializing important issues
Just when you thought it was safe to wish your Christian friends a Merry Christmas in public because that arbiter of all things commercial, Wal-Mart, is doing it again, a new brushfire in the ‘war against Christmas’ has erupted at Seattle-Tacoma International Airport.

Here is the rapidly-changing story so far: For over 10 years the airport has decorated its entrances with Christmas trees festooned with bows and lights, but no angels and no manger scenes. Then last month along came a local Hasidic rabbi (Elazar Bogomilsky) who threatened to sue the airport if he was not allowed to erect a large Hannukah menorah and conduct a lighting ceremony. The cowardly response of the airport officials was to order workers on the graveyard shift on Sunday night to quickly remove all eight trees.

All or nothing - plain and simple - all or nothing. Commit one way or the other and stop your fucking bitching, o' revellers in the Christian pinnacle of birthday celebrations and rampant consumerism, because that is certainly NOT What Jesus Would Do.

Edit (12/15 - 5:14AM ET):
They're Back Up.