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After doing a minimal amount of research on the web, I'm convinced that Bob Morris is a closeted fag.

I'm a unique snowflake of god's creation and I'm listening to tit claps. What does that say about god?

People are funny:

"It is unclear how Chad gained widespread popularity or became conflated with Kilroy. It was, however, widely in use by the late part of the war and in the immediate post-war years, with slogans ranging from the simple "What, no bread?" or "Wot, no char?" to the plaintive; one sighting, on the side of a British 1st Airborne Division glider in Operation Market Garden, had the complaint "Wot, no engines?" The Los Angeles Times reported in 1946 that Chad was "the No. 1 doodle", noting his appearance on a wall in the Houses of Parliament after the 1945 Labour election victory, with "Wot, no Tories?"[26] Trains in Austria in 1946 featured Mr. Chad along with the phrase "Wot—no Fuehrer?"[27]"

I have to say I am utterly surprised that this bill requiring women seeking abortions to undergo a trans-vaginal ultrasound did not pass in Virginia:

Washington Post article

What is this odd tickling sensation within my breast? Could it be hope?

Nicholas Lezard of The Guardian once suggested to him [Martin] (facetiously, surely) that it was among the best things he’d ever written, and that it was a mistake to have allowed it to go out of print. "The expression on his face," wrote Lezard, "with perhaps more pity in it than contempt, remains with me uncomfortably."

http://www.themillions.com/2012/02/the-arcades-project-martin-amis-guide-to-classic-video-games.html

"Do I take risks in order to gobble up the fruit symbol in the middle of the screen? I do not, and neither should you. Like the fat and harmless saucer in Missile Command (q.v.), the fruit symbol is there simply to tempt you into hubristic sorties. Bag it."

This is where I have to disagree with Mr Amis. For me the action is the juice, and at least on higher levels grabbing the fruit is the difference between obtaining the high score or having your efforts relegated to the mists of volatile memory. Tourists ignore the fruit, gleeful just to clear the board, but the PacMan player seeks greater conquests and higher scores.

I think my stand had been softening with the realization that many (maybe most) people use religion to channel their better natures, but it only took a single funeral to fully jerk me back into reality and remind me unequivocally that clergy are leeching, verminous scum.

I attended the funeral of a friend, Paul Wilson, on Friday. His father's family are all believers despite it obviously not being an important part of Paul's life anymore - not that I knew Paul exceptionally well but Pentecostalism isn't something that goes unnoticed in even the most casual of relationships.

So, in a demonstration of the dictum that funerals are for the living, not for the dead, Paul's father's family had a Baptist pastor preside over the memorial service. It was bad enough that this guy hadn't known Paul a day of his life, but deigned to eulogize him (unapologetically). I found it barely tolerable that he insisted on pretending that Paul wasn't dead, but I was able to stomach it because this is what believers do to comfort themselves and is presumably what he was hired for. But the most wretched part I had to witness on Friday was that this stranger made his sales pitch, preying upon the raw emotions of those who had gathered to grieve, in a vain attempt to win a few more souls for Jesus.

It is truly a rare breed of cocksucker that would try to rip off a grieving widow, but that just happens to be the clergyman's stock in trade (at least when he is not assraping boys). May all clergy die painful, wasting deaths and be laid to rest in gutters beside highways to be unmourned, unsung, and unremembered.

http://uxmovement.com/buttons/why-ok-buttons-in-dialog-boxes-work-best-on-the-right/

"This makes sense, but you cannot ignore the fact that users will look at all of their options before they choose which action to take."

-- This is only true when some clever designer decides he shouldn't follow standard platform conventions because doing so would "harm" the user...

This afternoon Shannon's uncle died from a severe case of pneumonia. We received a number of emails from Shannon's mother this morning because her brother, Philip, went into the hospital suddenly when his health rapidly worsened. Everyone was apparently aware that the situation was pretty grave. She reports, "He’s been in good spirits whenever I’ve called him, although very tired, but he remains in unbelief and my heart is very heavy."

Uncle Philip, at one time, was a divinity student and obtained his Bachelor's degree from a Bible college somewhere in the Midwest (no, not that one). The reports, as I understand it, are that he stopped being a Christian after his youngest son died, if it is to be believed, it sounds to me like the problem of evil snatched another skeptic from the jaws of belief. My mother-in-law thinks that Noah stuffed the entire world's biodiversity onto a leaky boat for 40 days, so it's not clear what constitutes "unbelief" by her definition, however, while only knowing Uncle Philip casually, I feel a certain obligation to attend his funeral as a fellow unbeliever. See, there are atheists in foxholes.

This, of course, is idiocy. I cannot make a show of solidarity with a piece of embalmed meat even if it did used to be a person. More importantly, Uncle Philip isn't a cause. It's crass to define him as "the one that wasn't a believer anymore". I am reminded yet again that I have no idea how to respond, what to feel, or what to think when faced with death. It is completely perplexing to me and no response is appropriate.