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Today we celebrate the birthday of John Muir, born in 1838. He was a nature writer who founded the Sierra Club. Yesterday's Gospel reading was John 14:1-14, in which Jesus appears to have been lunching on moldy rye bread and he's babbling incoherently, and the gullible disciples are utterly clueless that their esteemed leader is on an acid trip. After the service, as scheduled, the congregation stood around swapping Tiki Bar stories. One family, who lives a coupla blocks up from us, found that a totally drunk Tiki Bar customer had broken into their house and laid down on the living room couch and passed out. They called the cops. What a thoroughly unimaginative thing to do! I woulda taken the opportunity to have some fun! Take away his clothes and dress him in a pink tutu. Put his socks onto his hands and super-glue them on. Tie bricks to his ankles. Paint his face green. Super-glue feathers into his hair. When he wakes up, explain that you're preparing to sacrifice him to Zorb the Sacred Crocodile. Oh well, the weekend is over, and from this day henceforth we shall celebrate normal summer routine. Whatever "normal" means. Happy Normal Monday! OrneryPest |
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Oh by the way, if you're one of those insufferable snooty folks who think
you've just gotta have a (gasp) banner (shudder) to link to me,
I suppose I'll let you download this one for the purpose, if you really insist.
