...into the dark side

Okay, we got a new pope...and I don't know about you but he scares the shit outta me. What the hell happened? What about the others? They looked very...well...not like this guy!

Let's compare: Pope John Paul II-



Cool, warm smile....you could picture some Sinatra type jazz
playing in the background. He looks like he's even got a posse.

...and now Ratzinger:




Can't take a picture that doesn't make him look creepy, looks like he's
constantly plotting something, wouldn't look out of place as a villan
in an Umberto Eco novel...

...I guess my one wish is to see whatever mighty one there is in the heavens to veto this election on the basis of sheer creepiness. Maybe he could bring back the old popes as council...I'm pretty sure the pedo-priests of the world would think twice after seeing the zombie pope council. And if not, the zombies get to feed! It's a good idea, right?

...oh yea, I'm so going to hell.

10pm satellite

Sheri and I went to see the Tarbox Ramblers at Plush last night. Great show and great opening band...James Apollo (I recommend both if you're into blues and deep south music) but the strange highlight was a James Apollo promo card on one of the tables that had a cryptic message on the back "10pm Satellite - 113 california" Don't know what it means, but I kept it. It's a strange fetish but I'm attracted to bizarre objects I find bearing cryptic messages. Notes, pictures, etc. with little mysteries that your brain can't fill in the blanks for. At least I'm not alone with my fetish...

YAY!

All done with adding more pix to the gallery (I still have more I wanna add but these are finally up) ...

..also found out someone has been taking parts outta my old mustang. You know who you are....not cool.

Spring cleaning

....Just freshened up the page a bit and will be adding more images to the art section. Just wanna letcha all know that some of the thumbs that are there don't work yet but they will soon.

...HOTCHA!

viva la popa!

In my travels with my lovely wife, I happened upon a maxican newspaper covering the death of the pope. The headline read in big bold letters "ADIOS, JUAN PABLO!"...damn, I love mexico.

I'm so going to hell for this one...

...Am I going nuts or is this whole pope competition turning into a premise for a Monty Python sketch?

"...and as the pope hopefuls get ready to battle it out in the holy land, our reporters are there to capture all the action in what could be described as the religious rumble in the jungle!" ..."What about Iraq?" ... "Ira...wha? IT'S A FRICKIN POPE BATTLE ROYALE!"

...ah, the ever vigilant (and tasteful) media has reduced the travails of a kind and selfless person to what could be described as a non-violent religious wrestling match. Turning his accomplishments into easy to swallow sound bites and the tragedy of his death into big ratings. At least a member of the royal family didn't kick the bucket before he died (ala Mother Theresa...remember her?). I wonder if the intrepid bookies of the US are taking bets yet on who will be the lucky pope-hopeful who will end up being the new owner of the famous pointy hat.

...also wonder if Dubya will try to throw his hat into the ring...Pope Dubya - sign of the apocalypse? I think so.