Quite Wrong, I can assure you!

Perhaps this should have gone in my “weird list”, but through the magic of Bloglines, I keep up with some of the more “fundamental” blogs (seems to me they’ve sucked the fun out of fundamental, but that’s another story). Yesterday I ran into a story posted by the Lovely and Caring Matt+’s wife, Anne+ in her blog (nope, no links from me to there, find it yourself if you care to) and in it she says:

As all rumors, it led a fleeting and exciting life, flying all the way round town, through the other 9 Episcopal churches, so that every Episcopalian in town was able to nod slowly and say, ‘oh yes, of course, Matt Kennedy, what an evil jerk’.

I can assure Anne+ of 3 things.

1. The rumor did not fly through every Episcopal church in town.
2. The vast majority of Episcopalians in town could care less what Matt+ is up to.
3. When you say every Episcopalian in town thought of Matt+ as an evil jerk, you are wrong. I’ve never heard anyone call him evil.

And I believe there are only 8 other churches in the district.

There, I think we’ve corrected the story.

Polity Express

Don’t thnk of Polity as a destination. Rather, it is a journey…

A Portrait of the ABC as a Young Man

Rowan Had Prepared for his Trip to the Colonies Since Childhood

A Story of Google Image Search

So, yesterday I was using Google to search for “relevant images” for my typical GIMP-based humor (okay, well perhaps you think I’m stretching the definition of humor a tad), and I run into this image. Not funny in and of itself.

The part that tickles my funnybone somehow is that the original link is here. From this, I believe that we can assume Canterbury has some sort of problem.

Talk amongst yourselves.

What we’ve got here is failure to communicate

Always nice to see you American types…

If It Were Up to Me

# If It Were Up to Me
# Words and Lyrics by:
# Cheryl Wheeler

# Maybe it’s the movies, maybe it’s the books
# Maybe it’s the bullets, maybe it’s the real crooks
# Maybe it’s the drugs, maybe it’s the parents
# Maybe it’s the colors everybody’s wearin
# Maybe it’s the President, maybe it’s the last one
# Maybe it’s the one before that, what he done
# Maybe it’s the high schools, maybe it’s the teachers
# Maybe it’s the tattooed children in the bleachers
# Maybe it’s the Bible, maybe it’s the lack
# Maybe it’s the music, maybe it’s the crack
# Maybe it’s the hairdos, maybe it’s the TV
# Maybe it’s the cigarettes, maybe it’s the family
# Maybe it’s the fast food, maybe it’s the news
# Maybe it’s divorce, maybe it’s abuse
# Maybe it’s the lawyers, maybe it’s the prisons
# Maybe it’s the Senators, maybe it’s the system
# Maybe it’s the fathers, maybe it’s the sons
# Maybe it’s the sisters, maybe it’s the moms
# Maybe it’s the radio, maybe it’s road rage
# Maybe El Nino, or UV rays
# Maybe it’s the army, maybe it’s the liquor
# Maybe it’s the papers, maybe the militia
# Maybe it’s the athletes, maybe it’s the ads
# Maybe it’s the sports fans, maybe it’s a fad
# Maybe it’s the magazines, maybe it’s the internet
# Maybe it’s the lottery, maybe it’s the immigrants
# Maybe it’s taxes, big business
# Maybe it’s the KKK and the skinheads
# Maybe it’s the communists, maybe it’s the Catholics
# Maybe it’s the hippies, maybe it’s the addicts
# Maybe it’s the art, maybe it’s the sex
# Maybe it’s the homeless, maybe it’s the banks
# Maybe it’s the clearcut, maybe it’s the ozone
# Maybe it’s the chemicals, maybe it’s the car phones
# Maybe it’s the fertilizer, maybe it’s the nose rings
# Maybe it’s the end, but I know one thing.
# If it were up to me, I’d take away the guns.