August 2, 2005

If a Tree Falls on an Idiot - Does it Make a Sound?

(or, slouching towards Bijeljina)

Hordes - or perhaps flocks; it's always so hard to tell - of Christians are swarming the impossible-to-pronounce Bosnian town of Bijeljina, to gaze upon what is reputed to be an image of Jesus that appears on a section of a cut-off tree branch. Hey, makes sense to me - I mean, if *I* were the Son of God, and was planning to make a return trip to see the folks who had treated my limbs like two-by-fours the last time I popped in for a visit, I'd probably want to keep a low profile, too. Between that, or possibly following my Mom's lead by showing up on the occasional grilled cheese sandwich, I think that's about as close as I'd want to come to any of those hammer-crazy humans my Old Man seemed so intent on me saving.

Lest you think me too cynical, I hasten to add that I do not completely refute the possibility of a Higher Power manifesting itself to the Great Unwashed in such a manner. For example, an astute Hell Toupee fan in Clarion, Iowa snapped this photo of another tree with a branch cut off. If you stare at it intently, some people say you can even see the face of a famous but reclusive literary giant...








Like, Duh, Eh?

Canadian air safety officials are apparently having a tough time convincing Canadian citizens who travel by air that it is officially A Bad Idea to attempt to bring toy guns, grenades, and other fake weapons as carry-on items. They've had to go so far as to make a formal announcement to leave toy guns at home, in what political pundits view as an absolutely lightning-fast response to that "little incident" those pesky Americans went through back in September of '01.

Yup, it's good to know they're on top of things up there in The Frozen North. I feel so much safer knowing they're our allies. Plus, let's face it, Anne Murray is hot.




The Daily Haiku

Ode to Confiscated Personal Grooming Accessories

I just want to know
how the ATA thinks I
can kill with tweezers





Currently Reading

The Fourth Hand by John Irving

A hundred pages in, and not a sympathetic character in sight. Only Irving can pull that off and make it work.

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