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Devil in the detail: Vatican exorcises Harry Potter
“The Vatican has never been a fan of Harry Potter, but its chief exorcist has gone one step further and condemned J. K. Rowling’s fictional boy wizard as downright evil. “Behind Harry Potter hides the signature of the king of the darkness, the devil,” says Father Gabriele Amorth, the Pope’s “caster-out of demons”.”
This is the same dude that believes Hitler and Stalin were possessed by Satan. He may be right.
Time for another internet troll dump. These things build up like hangars in a closet. Thanks to Bri-Guy (especially for the picture) and Hibelu and my own lazy surfing habits.
[from the internet]
1. HER DIARY:
Tonight I thought he was acting weird. We had made plans to meet at a bar to have a drink. I was shopping with my friends all day long, so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late, but he made no comment.
Conversation wasn’t flowing so I suggested that we go somewhere quiet so we could talk. He agreed but he kept quiet and absent. I asked him what was wrong; he said nothing. I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset. He said it had nothing to do with me and not to worry.
On the way home I told him that I loved him, he simply smiled and kept driving. When we got home I felt as if I had lost him, as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore. He just sat there and watched T.V.
Finally, I decided to go to bed. About 10 minutes later he came to bed, and to my surprise he responded to my caress and we made love, but I still felt that he was distracted and his thoughts were somewhere else. He fell asleep - I cried. I don’t know what to do. I’m almost sure that his thoughts are with someone else. My life is a disaster.
2. HIS DIARY: [after the jump]
Here’s a quick quiz:
Answer:
a. A day of music and light, or
b. A day of angels and harp music, or
c. None of the above.
Question:
What kind of day are you having when, at 8:00 AM, the dentist says: “Remove the tooth or do a root canal?”
Yeah, not a hard test. I hate going to the dentist and they hate seeing me. Compounding things was his new assistant who was having problems adjusting and setting me up. My head got stuck pointed downward at an angle, so the dentist had to run the suction tube, too (the choking noises inspired him). I go back in ten days so he can finish the job.
The video after the jump is NOT my dentist. The song runs through my head whenever I go over there.
“On the day that you were born…”
Had a pretty good weekend. Liz and I got up early Saturday morning to drive to Lake Chabot in the Bay Area to enjoy Aunt Lily’s birthday party, and frivolity was had by all. Lot of good people, good weather, good exercise, and good food. The star of the show, other than the birthday girl, was Cousin Natalie who is probably the smartest and cutest two-year-old on the planet. (”probably”? Strike that: “definately”) Don’t have photographic evidence at hand, so just take my word for it.
After the picnic and the ton of food, we headed over to the house and it’s really peaceful and relaxing there. Our house is the result of four brain-hyper adults who can’t pick up a piece of paper or dust a flat surface to save their lives (plus The Bride who is extremely frustrated with aforementioned adults). Aunt Lily’s and Uncle Zinger’s home has a peaceful, mellow aura. Of course, it helps that we’re usually there after driving four hours, but I always manage to deeply relax while I’m there.
By the way, the neighborhood cats own the house and they just let the humans live there.
For those who claim they can only sleep on a real mattress: air mattresses are the bomb.
Happy Birthday today to Aunt Lily. May those sixty pieces of cake rest easily on you. :)
PS: Here’s an article related closely to something we were talking about yesterday.
