Fun with headlines

Mad Priest should enjoy this one:

Church Announces Different Kind of ‘Comeback’

But it’s not the headline so much as the deck:
The Roman Catholic Church announced that it will exhume the body of Padre Pio, an Italian priest made a saint in 2002, to better conserve his remains.

Spam!

Perusing my spam inbox on gmail, I was amused to find the sponsored
link for the page:

“French Fry Spam Recipe: Bake 30-40 minutes….”

No, really, that made me laugh out loud

Thank heavens he's not a contributor. I nearly spit out my drink when I got to the second sentence, and the third just to reinforce how funny it is:

Please allow me to introduce myself. Like most people my age, I'm 51 years old. I have been a Mensa member for over a quarter of a century.

House full of teenagers

At the birthday party, part one, and my aunt went to get pizza…

“Will there still be adult supervision in the house?”
“Yeah! Helen will be here….”

I'll take my Nigerian spam-scam stir-fried, thanks

Emphasis mine…


I have asked God for forgiveness and I know that God have forgiven me. But I
have to do what is lawful and right in the sight of God by giving out the
fund to the chosen ministry for the purpose of God's wok as instructed by
the owner before his death. After my fasting and prayers, I asked God to
make his choice and direct me to a honest Christian or the chosen ministry
that deserves this fund by his Grace. I then came across your address on the
Internet as I was browsing through a Christian site, and as a matter of
fact, it is not only you or your ministry that I picked on the Christian
site initially, but after my fervent prayer over it, then you were nominated
to me through divine revelation from God, so these are how I received such a
divine revelation from the Lord, how I got your contact information, and I
then decided to contact you for the fund to be used wisely for things that
will glorify the name of God.

This just came back into my head.

Something I forgot to mention about a weird conversation I had at world fantasy:

Me: “I'm a professional writer and editor, just not of fiction.”
Person beside me: “Oh, please say you're not a technical writer.”

Head go scratchy.

Good thing I didn't wait to get home…

friends?skip=380

you people are insane.

I skimmed. Bigtime. But I am caught up. Mostly.

Thank heaven for an empty business center that doesn't charge me for friends?skip=380 stuffs. And no one waiting.

Okay. I should be at parties, but I got worn out with walking back and forth among three rooms. Did have a really neat intersection with the woman who also had purple hair at the 2001 Millennium Philcon. We were purple solidarity then. Now she has a mohawk.

DFH, you need to to meet her and her friends that I talked to. They totally rock.

Meanwhile, Mr Jimor over here managed to just catch me in an egregious but very funny typo: mowhawk.

Yeah. I tired. It's even late on Central time.

Whee!!!!!

Okay, I'm going to bed. Night night.

Oh, P.S. WFC always makes me want to write the great American sortofnovelsortofsomethingelse.

(Meanwhile, another P.S. — Jimor now gets to see how bad my homophonitis is with my typing. It's worse because this is a keyboard I don't know so I can't type my usual 100 wpm. But hey. It's good comedy. I almost wrote that I want to wright a novel.

i am sicktarded. PREHSIEHKSJEHFKSFF. Ptoeey.

Gnight!!!!!