Or something like that. The details are a bit hazy, to be honest. Regardless, JunglePete and I’ve been passing this gem back and forth for years and I’m sure I’ve probably posted it before, but I’m too lazy to search. Plus, it’s very special.
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We now return you to the countdown to our regularly scheduled Rapture
Remember back in 1994 when Harold Camping promised us that the End Times were upon us?
That Apocalypse sure rolled in with a whimper instead of a bang, didn’t it?
Justin Bieber was born in 1994, so there’s that.
Last year, the San Francisco Chronicle reported on Camping’s End Times as he geared up for a shiny new Armageddon he could call his own:
Harold Camping lets out a hearty chuckle when he considers the people who believe the world will end in 2012.
“That date has not one stitch of biblical authority,” Camping says from the Oakland office where he runs Family Radio, an evangelical station that reaches listeners around the world. “It’s like a fairy tale.”
The real date for the end of times, he says, is in 2011.
The piece goes on to outline his mathematical methodology, but I’ll leave it to you to go explore that on your own.
I mention Camping and his Family Radio crew because they rolled into DC a few days ago with a big caravan of fancy buses and a desire to punish us all or save our souls.Or maybe punish us and then save our souls.
They’re only here until tomorrow, apparently. If I’d known I wouldn’t get another chance to take a picture of the caravan I would have taken the time to do it today. Oh well. Live and learn.
It’s not really clear why they’re in Washington, DC and the members of the group don’t seem to have very clear messaging beyond telling me that the end is near (again) and I should repent.
Or that it’s maybe too late to repent.
Like I said, they don’t seem to be very clear about their mission, other than that it’s from God.
The fact that they keep saying this makes me snicker every time. I must admit I find a way to work it into every conversation I get stuck having with them.
I know, I know, I’m going to Hell. Or maybe I’m not. Guess I’ll find out next month.
"I made them myself…in prison."
I have so-called affinity license plates. I’m pretty sure the only place you can get valid license plates is through the DMV. I mention this because over the last few months several people have asked me where I got my license plates.
The best answer I’ve come up with so far is, “I made them myself…in prison.”
You may be able to get personalized, legal postage stamps now but I’m pretty sure license plates are like driver’s licenses, they need to be issued from a government agency to be valid. I just don’t think you want everyone to be able to manufacture plates, even if the state still issues the tag number.
Now that I’ve seen this post on Cajun Boy in the City, I don’t know if I think every state should be allowed to manufacture plates. Aren’t there any grownups in the Florida Legislature?
This is a mockup of the plate the Florida Senate has proposed:
I need to go lay down now.
Talladega Nights: The Legend of Ricky Bobby
Our cable was out last night and Overlord, our Tivo, failed to record Ogre.
Fortunately, the tense situation was resolved sometime just before midnight and a Torchwood crisis was narrowly averted. Later, Overlord recorded Talladega Nights: The Legend of Ricky Bobby.
Once again, I am in the weird-feeling position of stating, “I like another Will Ferrell movie.” (Actually, I loveStranger Than Fiction).
We remembered hearing people carry on about how bad this movie was. We must not have been listening to the right people, because we thinks it’s funny as hell. It’s worth it just for the scene where the family has the prolonged dinnertable argument about whether they should be saying grace to “Baby Jesus” or “Grown-up Jesus” (or possibly even “Grownup Jesus with a Beard.” Priceless. Or Sacha Baron Cohen’s appearance as the French Formula One driver. Fantastic.
spirit of truth
A youtube gem Husband sent my way:
Here’s a real gem I recorded on Public Access TV back in the 90’s. I recently found the tape and want to share it with you all. If you like your religion peppered with profanity, “The Spirit of Truth” is the man for you. He does it all; reads from a giant phone-book size Bible, takes phone call and curses out callers with opposite opinions than his. This has to be seen to be believed. WARNING!!!: This man loves to drop the F-bomb! Enjoy!
This was taken from a los angeles public access program in 1997. This is the only recording I have of him. I saw his show one week later, but he was very subdued, and didn’t curse. Then I never saw him again. I should have recorded the subdued version of him, but unfortunately, I didn’t. I really don’t know anything about this guy. I’ve researched this on the internet, but have never found any information. I even called the number on the screen back in ’97, but never got through. What can I say, the guy remains a mystery. This video was originally 13 minutes, but the rest is filler and doesn’t add any impact to the piece. This is 8 minutes of the best stuff. Sorry that I don’t have more.
Further proof that the Internet makes life better. Or at least more entertaining.