Rapture
I have just come upon a site called youvebeenleftbehind.com. For a 40 dollar subscription price you can leave up to six messages to loved ones who didn't get scooped up in the rapture...for the heathens you love I guess. The messages get delivered three days after the rapture...not sure how that works since you'd assume anybody working for this site is a born again christian nut job, a prime candidate for a ride on the rapture highway to heaven. Also confused as to how there is still internet service once armageddon commences. There I go, thinking too much. My lack of faith marks me as a future recipient of a post rapture email. I suspect anybody reading this will be left behind with me so no need for any of us to spend 40 bucks on the site. What do post rapture emails say do you think? "I TOLD you to convert!" "Weather here is fine, wish you were here...if you weren't a filthy sinner that is." "Repent! Oh wait, it's too late." Can people really be stupid enough to avail themselves of this service?
It is Sunday and I am going to see Hellboy II later with my friend Kathleen. Instead of church. Kids will not go to see it, and I am dying to see it, so Kath has graciously agreed to accompany me instead of going to the Cinema Arts Center for an indie film. Joni Mitchell is playing and I wish that was enough to make me want to wash the dishes.
Blueeeeeeeeeeeee, songs are like tattoos!
Heaven has different Signs
Heaven" has different Signs—to me—
Sometimes, I think that Noon
Is but a symbol of the Place—
And when again, at Dawn,
A mighty look runs round the World
And settles in the Hills—
An Awe if it should be like that
Upon the Ignorance steals—
The Orchard, when the Sun is on—
The Triumph of the Birds
When they together Victory make—
Some Carnivals of Clouds—
The Rapture of a finished Day—
Returning to the West—
All these—remind us of the place
That Men call "paradise"—
Itself be fairer—we suppose—
But how Ourself, shall be
Adorned, for a Superior Grace—
Not yet, our eyes can see—
Emily Dickinson
I have just come upon a site called youvebeenleftbehind.com. For a 40 dollar subscription price you can leave up to six messages to loved ones who didn't get scooped up in the rapture...for the heathens you love I guess. The messages get delivered three days after the rapture...not sure how that works since you'd assume anybody working for this site is a born again christian nut job, a prime candidate for a ride on the rapture highway to heaven. Also confused as to how there is still internet service once armageddon commences. There I go, thinking too much. My lack of faith marks me as a future recipient of a post rapture email. I suspect anybody reading this will be left behind with me so no need for any of us to spend 40 bucks on the site. What do post rapture emails say do you think? "I TOLD you to convert!" "Weather here is fine, wish you were here...if you weren't a filthy sinner that is." "Repent! Oh wait, it's too late." Can people really be stupid enough to avail themselves of this service?
It is Sunday and I am going to see Hellboy II later with my friend Kathleen. Instead of church. Kids will not go to see it, and I am dying to see it, so Kath has graciously agreed to accompany me instead of going to the Cinema Arts Center for an indie film. Joni Mitchell is playing and I wish that was enough to make me want to wash the dishes.
Blueeeeeeeeeeeee, songs are like tattoos!
Heaven has different Signs
Heaven" has different Signs—to me—
Sometimes, I think that Noon
Is but a symbol of the Place—
And when again, at Dawn,
A mighty look runs round the World
And settles in the Hills—
An Awe if it should be like that
Upon the Ignorance steals—
The Orchard, when the Sun is on—
The Triumph of the Birds
When they together Victory make—
Some Carnivals of Clouds—
The Rapture of a finished Day—
Returning to the West—
All these—remind us of the place
That Men call "paradise"—
Itself be fairer—we suppose—
But how Ourself, shall be
Adorned, for a Superior Grace—
Not yet, our eyes can see—
Emily Dickinson
posted by MJ at 10:16 AM
18 Comments:
Our first visiting satanist serial killer. I think I'd prefer a crazy christian.
Damn MJ he found you fast!!!
Shhhh, the whole rapture message machine is my idea. I am laughing all the way to the bank.
Dear All, Will this Rapture bit bring on zombie attacks or am I thinking way outside the box on this?
Just curious...
Armageddon is NOT a joke! I have secret information that one of your employers just might be related to the Anti-Christ, Mary Jo! And Brenda is the high priestess! Beware....
Always, Buddy, you are a constant source of delight and enjoyment!
Le Compositeur: you're maybe thinking out if the box but you aren't the only one.
http://thebloggess.com/?p=577
"Two pretzels are walking down the street. One is assaulted!... Haha?"
Linder loo is that you???? love it.
Buddy, Thanks. I'll stock up on ice cold drinks as well as ammo. And remember everyone, when fighting zombies, once upstairs, always destroy the staircase behind you. Running like hell is also greatly encouraged.
music to survive the rapture by:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xHPikUPlRD8
Nope, Buddy, I'm not Jenny the Bloggess Goddess in disguise. Can you believe she had 78 replies to that inane argument???? She looks a little like I Love Lucy to
me! Looooo---seeeeeeeeee!
So what are you going to do with all the $40 you collect from the rapture message machine?
oh, and Compositeur, thanks for the zombie-fighting tips! Running like hell would be my choice, too!
linder loo: there is someone with your name on facespace or one of those sites that had that pretzel joke on her page. thought maybe you. Anyway, she stole your name. if you run into her, kick her a**.
yeah, jenny could pass gas and get 75 comments. she has the touch.
Do you think pretending to be a zombie would fool the other zombies? It worked in Sean of the Dead, but that was just a movie.
Everyone should go to Buddy's link of the day...today is 7/15. The visiting Rapture Instrument of Death will especially appreciate.
oh nice, serial killer calendars! Just the thing to hang on the wall at Jr's new house! Buddy how ever did you find them? How does your poor back feel?
MJ, Zombies (Zombis actually) retain a sense of smell so I don't think acting like them would work. Yes, it also worked in the Body Snatchers but they were replacements and not the dead. Interesting to contemplate though.
Also, apologies for introducing this off-topic zombie theme. I guess that speaks volumes about where my head is at these days. I guess I'm seeking alternative forms of EOTW scenarios just in case. Either way, it'll be a hell of a ride.
LC
linderloo: back is ok. the forteo injections will last for a total of two years and hopefully by then my bones will be less brittle and prone to fracture.... since insurance wont pay to address the original fractures, i will probably continue to still feel a little ache but hopefully not as bad as when originally broken.
i dont know where i find stuff like that. I ADORE true crime stories so google enough on the subject and you are likely to find the weirdest stuff. i could spend DAYS at http://www.trutv.com/library/crime/index.html
Calling Jr. -- tell us all about the BONES in your ceiling for heavens sakes! Yikes!
Linder Loo, Jr. still does not have computer access. She says to say hello to all and that she will be back in cyberspace soon.
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