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kjpepperDoes everyone have the one relation that still doesn't realize that sending email forwards is so very very 1997 and small children in third world nations have been shot for less? The latest gem was full of the usual hoax and beating recipients with the Jesus stick, but also contained this inexplicable picture:
This hilariously badly photoshopped layout is very evocative of some of the worst science fiction covers I've ever seen. Honestly I'm surprised that the moon's shadow is on the right side. But really my first thought was "Wow, Jesus wants to eat the world... and He cries because He knows it's full of polyunsaturated fats." Closer inspection led to wondering why He had the Moon for an ear and a gigantic nebula scar on his cheek, but more disturbing than all of that was why was His beard perfectly Just For Menned? Another look surfaced the thought "METEOR JESUS IS COMING TO DESTROY US ALL!" I challenge the rest of y'all to come up with captions for it as well.
In other news, Valentine's Day is going as well as can be expected. Snow is still coming down and now that I'm back home from my short trip into work, I am still cozily happy about this.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sundart is making chicken parmisean for dinner, applesauce gingerbread for dessert and has dressed up all cute for my benefit. I had a few yummy moments where I was sandwiched between the two loves of my life in a happy cozy sleepy pile this morning, and I could have exploded with the happy. I capped it off by curling up in QT9's living room where I read Madison Clell's Cuckoo (and finished it in the space of an hour and a half), and very badly needed a hug afterwards. Yet another good autobiographical comic to add to the list, but I am very glad I didn't read it by myself at night. Very much with the disturbing.
Later on tonight I plan on watchingbrainless DVDsLOST with sundart. And having lots of hugs and... ugh, snuggles. (sorry, I hate that word with the passion of a thousand fire ant bites in very sensitive places. But there really isn't much else in English that covers that particular activity, which is really quite nice.) But for now, I am content to torment myself with the scent of still cooking chicken... damn, I haven't had anything since breakfast. And that was around 9. No wonder I'm about to start gnawing on furniture.
BTW - new icon. It amused me that much that there's an actual ORLY line of nail polish.
This hilariously badly photoshopped layout is very evocative of some of the worst science fiction covers I've ever seen. Honestly I'm surprised that the moon's shadow is on the right side. But really my first thought was "Wow, Jesus wants to eat the world... and He cries because He knows it's full of polyunsaturated fats." Closer inspection led to wondering why He had the Moon for an ear and a gigantic nebula scar on his cheek, but more disturbing than all of that was why was His beard perfectly Just For Menned? Another look surfaced the thought "METEOR JESUS IS COMING TO DESTROY US ALL!" I challenge the rest of y'all to come up with captions for it as well.
In other news, Valentine's Day is going as well as can be expected. Snow is still coming down and now that I'm back home from my short trip into work, I am still cozily happy about this.
sundart is making chicken parmisean for dinner, applesauce gingerbread for dessert and has dressed up all cute for my benefit. I had a few yummy moments where I was sandwiched between the two loves of my life in a happy cozy sleepy pile this morning, and I could have exploded with the happy. I capped it off by curling up in QT9's living room where I read Madison Clell's Cuckoo (and finished it in the space of an hour and a half), and very badly needed a hug afterwards. Yet another good autobiographical comic to add to the list, but I am very glad I didn't read it by myself at night. Very much with the disturbing.Later on tonight I plan on watching
sundart. And having lots of hugs and... ugh, snuggles. (sorry, I hate that word with the passion of a thousand fire ant bites in very sensitive places. But there really isn't much else in English that covers that particular activity, which is really quite nice.) But for now, I am content to torment myself with the scent of still cooking chicken... damn, I haven't had anything since breakfast. And that was around 9. No wonder I'm about to start gnawing on furniture.BTW - new icon. It amused me that much that there's an actual ORLY line of nail polish.
