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Eight Hours of Recommended Reading
(But only if you're really slow.)
- PETA: The Worth of Animal Souls Is Great
- Celestial Roulette
- My Body is a Private Club for Members
- Label Maker
- The Fear of God and Spiders
- You Must Be Smoking
- Caffeine: The Devil's in the Drip
Eight Hours Worth
of other Blogs
I've been to too many blogs to list them all in this column, but you can see the list here.
At Least Eight Hours Worth of Podcasts I'm Not Supposed to Like:
September 2007
- LDS Church Half Apologizes for Mountain Meadows Massacre
- Interview With Jeff Ricks, Host of PostMormon.org
EHL Podcast: Episode 23
Interview With Jeff Ricks, Host of PostMormon.org
Sunday, Sept 23, 2007
12:50AM
Yeah, you read that right. It's almost one in the morning. I love you guys that much.
Jeff, you're a great guy. Thanks for your time on the phone, and thanks to all of you for waiting so long for this episode to come out. Keep those letters coming. We love hearing from you!
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LDS Church Half Apologizes for Mountain Meadows Massacre
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
6:21PM
So the LDS issued an "apology" for the Mountain Meadows Massacre today. Well whoop-tee-fucking-doo. Where can I get baptized?
Heavy Petting
Thursday, August 23, 2007
5:12PM
When I was a kid, we had a parakeet named Lucky. Good name, really. Lucky. I mean he spent his entire life hopping around in circles because his cage was too small for him to fly in. He ate the same thing every day of his short little life and continuously whistled a tune that I'm pretty sure was by The Smiths. One day he finally died face down in a pile of his own shit and sat there until someone finally tossed him unceremoniously into the trash. That's pretty lucky, isn't it?
My sister had a pet goldfish. She named him Sushi. His story was a lot like Lucky's--only with a smaller, wetter home. I think he was depressed though, because one day he just up and committed suicide. Jumped right out of the bowl. He didn't even leave us a note. Sad, really.
Then there was our dog, Shorty. I imagine life was rough for him, too. I mean come on, he was a cockapoo! I'm embarrassed to even say cockapoo. Any dog breed with the word "cock" in it should be completely off-fucking-limits. Double that if it ends in poo. It's like they took two of the most embarrassing parts of the dog and made it their mission to showcase them. I can only imagine how he felt around other dogs. I'm sure that's why our labrador liked to sneak up on him and pee on his head. Still, if that's all the namers had to work with, I guess that's better than poocock.
Now we have a rabbit. I guess I'm OK with that cause he's soft, cute, little and makes tiny poops that look like cocoa puffs. Sure don't taste like 'em though.
With Both Hands
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
12:13PM
So I'm in the restroom at the theater the other day, and after I wash my hands I go over to the paper towel dispenser. I'm reading the instructions (because apparently people need instructions for this kind of thing) and it says, "USE BOTH HANDS!!!". I know they were serious because it was in Spanish, too. Because I speak both languages, and I like living life on the edge, I did what I always do with these kind of instructions—I ignored them.
As I was pulling down little wet pieces of paper towel with JUST ONE HAND, it got me thinking...I bet this really pisses off the one-armed guy. There he is, just minding his own business and trying to get on with life and dry off his one clean hand...and it's just sitting there, mocking him. TIRE LAS TOALLAS POR ABAJO CON AMBAS MANOS!! "Oh yeah, really funny" he says. "Both hands, RIIIIGHT. Assholes."
What's New?
Friday, August 10, 2007
12:37PM
A lot, actually. Happy Friday, everybody! Hey just a few notes for the weekend. First, thanks for everyone who listened to Possummomma's interview last week (about 300 of you just this week!). If you haven't been yet, you'll want to check out the rabid, incoherent babblings of an apologetic on her site who seems to have taken it upon himself to "prove" we're all wrong. And I'm using a really loose definition of the word prove here, folks. It's kind of sad, actually. Last time I checked she was up to 70 comments.
Next, you may have noticed a few new links on the site. I'm referring specifically to the Vote for us link on the left (for Podcast Alley), and the Fave this blog link on the right. If you enjoy the podcast, please take a minute to show your support on Podcast Alley and Technorati. If you think we suck, please be sure to tell all the other people you hate all about us. I'm sure they'll love us. Heidi and I both thank you in advance.
Last of all, we have a YouTube channel! Lots of you have been out there already, but if you haven't, drop by for a visit. The most recent video (below) is just something ancient I dug out of my archives. Crazy how fast they grow up.
EHL Podcast: Episode 22
Possummomma Goes to the Temple
Sunday, August 5, 2007
9:44PM
Once upon a time in a town that was far off for some and not too far for others, there lived an intelligent and well-spoken possum. She had four little possums she loved very much. She worked very hard to make sure that each of them would grow up to be happy, fulfilled, and able to think for themselves. To the people around her, she hardly seemed the kind of person to ever stir up trouble. This was for the most part, true. But it wasn’t always that way.
Before she had her little possums, Possummomma went away to college. Like most good students, she cleverly found a way to make a little trouble when she wasn’t in class. Ok, actually it was a lot of trouble. That is to say that it would have been a lot of trouble if she had ever been caught, which she wasn’t.
You see, Possummomma’s roommate was a Mormon and she was Catholic. And while she had been to see Temple Square in Salt Lake City, she was quite miffed at not having been allowed inside the curious building of large gothic spires and granite. Of course not having her way only made her want to get inside a temple even more, and she was soon to have her wish.
One day, her Mormon roommate, who also just happened to be a bishop’s daughter had just arrived back at school after a holiday. “How would you like to go the temple?” she said.
“How about now?” said the naughty little Possum coed.
And this, my friends, is where the real story begins.
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