Religious Tolerance
What if you’d only ever seen Alec Guinness from one angle? And what if he was the only human you had ever seen or heard of? All you would know of him is exactly what you saw in front of you. Standing behind him, you would quite reasonably assert that he had two distinct ears. Meanwhile your friend standing just a few feet away to the left of Sir Guinness is insisting that there is only one ear. One ear? That’s preposterous! There’s clearly two ears right there. Is your friend even looking at the same Alec Guinness? And whatever a mouth is supposed to be, it’s obviously pure fantasy. You’re looking at Alec Guinness from head to toe right now, and there’s nothing that matches that description. What on earth is a nose? And eyes?! These jokers can’t even agree on how many of these “eyes” Alec Guinness is supposed to have. Your friend says it’s one, and that girl over there is claiming he has two of ‘em. If they’re going to try and pull a fast one over on you, they should at least get their story straight.
Update: This post was originally titled “Organized Religion”, but upon reflection I realized that tolerance is what I was actually thinking about when I wrote this.
Single Sentence Movie Review: Material Girls
Imagine that Nikki Hilton is a chemistry whiz instead of a fashion savant and that Paris has the wherewithal to learn a second language.
Single Sentence Movie Review: Little Miss Sunshine
The concept, performances, and general execution of this movie are so good that I can’t really put my heart into mocking them; but seriously, though, ice cream will make you fat.
Single Sentence Movie Review: Miami Vice
I was a little confused during my audition when Michael Mann said he needed to watch me take a shower, but now that I’ve seen the movie it makes perfect sense.
My Plan to Save Money On Gas
Well, I’ve finally gone and done it. Anyone who knows me well, knows that I don’t care much for work. More accurately, I don’t care for having a job. Thus it is with great delight that I announce I am making a transition to being jobless. No longer will I be making rich, old, white guys richer… or older… or whiter. My official escape from cubicle nation will be the eighteenth of August in this two-thousand-sixth year of our Lord.
I’m going to do nothing but watch daytime soaps and let my wife support me. Well, that’s not entirely accurate. I’m actually going to be working my butt off to continue the growth of The Web Shop. Still, walking up the stairs is a vast improvement over driving 25-45 minutes as far as morning commutes go.
