Shitposting since 2005
Madonna: Bedtime Stories (1994)
Probably my favorite music video of all time.
The album itself is also available in a very limited edition 2-LP gatefold edition on pink vinyl. It is, of course, priced in the stratosphere and a completely unrealistic purchase on my salary. (And frankly, I’m not as hot to get it as I once was, learning that it’s on hot pink vinyl, not the powder-pink I feel it should’ve been.)
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…when you fuck everything up, go down the hall to see Mark. He actually understands this stuff.”
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It’s three days in the office this week, and I have to take the newbie out to our remote offices to do a physical inventory because apparently this has become a priority with the micromanager from hell.
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The boss wondered why one of his most valued employees was absent but had not phoned in sick.
So he dialed the employee’s home phone number and was greeted with a child’s whisper. “Hello?”
“Is your daddy home?”
A small voice whispered, “Yes, he’s out in the garden,”
“May I talk with him?”
The child whispered, “No.”
So the boss asked, “Well, is your Mommy there?”
“Yes, she’s out in the garden too.”
The boss asked; “May I talk with her?”
Again the ‘No’.
Hoping there was somebody with whom he could leave a message, the boss asked, “Is anybody else there?”
“Yes”, whispered the child, “a policeman.”
Wondering what a cop would be doing at his employee’s home, the boss asked, “May speak with the policeman?”
“No, He’s busy,” whispered the child.
“Busy doing what?”
“Talking to Daddy and Mommy and the police dog men.”
Growing more worried as he heard a loud noise in the background, the boss asked, “What is that noise?”
“It’s a helicopter” answered the whispering voice.
“What is going on there?” demanded the boss, now truly apprehensive.
“The search team just landed a helicopter.”
“A search team?” said the boss
“What are they searching for?”
Still whispering, the young voice replied with a muffled giggle…
“ME”.
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…that forever enamored me to DUNE from the very first time I read it.
If there is a more perfect visual representation of Frank Herbert’s words, I don’t know what it could possibly be. Absolutely perfect.
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Reminds me of the one and only time I got a perm in high school.
(From an episode of Match Game that probably dates to the same period that was playing on the TV in the waiting room at my PT appointment last week.)
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Before you take it upon yourself to tell me that I have no morals and will burn in Hell for all eternity for not believing in whatever god you’ve selected, please do me a favor:
Go outside on a clear night, away from city lights, and look up at the heavens. Try to visualize the vastness of our solar system, which orbits a single star. Now picture that our sun is merely one of the 300 billion stars that form our galaxy, the Milky Way. Finally, consider that the Milky Way is just one of billions of galaxies that span the universe.
When you have done this, you will have come close to comprehending the enormity of the fuck I don’t give about your archaic, bigoted, and infantile opinions about creation and the way I choose to love my life.
Sincerely,
An Atheist
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