From the Department of Redundancy Department
“
When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse
to buy me, and snaps his purse shut;
when death comes
like the measle-pox;
when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,
I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering;
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?
And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,
and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,
and each name a comfortable music in the mouth
tending as all music does, toward silence,
and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth.
When it’s over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was a bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
When it’s over, I don’t want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened
or full of argument.
I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.
” — Mary Oliver
Satan has a plan, you see. It involves using drugs, Ouija boards, astrology, and the TV show Bewitched to establish a one world government, overthrow Christianity, and force everyone to join a one-world satanic super church. The only thing standing in his way: a 16 year old girl named Debbie, a promiscuous, drug using, occult worshipper. Will Satan’s minions, in their black cloaks and badly drawn faces with fangs, be able to salvage their master’s plan by killing Debbie with an LSD Flashback (!) before Debbie’s grandmother’s prayers are successful and Debbie get’s saved? Read on to find out…
Read Bewitched?
From the April 1960 issue of Mad Magazine: A Guide to More Efficient Snow Removal. Share with your friends that live in snow prone areas.
From Damn You Autocorrect
I used to worry about encrypting all of my data, until I learned about rubber hose cryptanalysis.
From xkcd
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From Tom the Dancing Bug
“One Hundred Fears of Solitude”
“Not long ago, it was generally accepted that humanity’s most creative achievements, from art and poetry to major scientific discoveries, were the precious fruits of solitude. But in a single heartbeat on history’s timeline, this sacred, fecund privacy has become the unpardonable social sin for the generation on which future creativity depends.”
Photo by Wouter de Bruijn
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