What’s That You Say? Bring Back the Weirdness?
by Sally ThomasOkay. Are you happy now? via Ship of Fools . . . . Continue Reading »
Okay. Are you happy now? via Ship of Fools . . . . Continue Reading »
This is a blog concerned with the material culture of religion, and as a general rule, I don’t write about politics. I do, however, write about weirdness. And there’s something about the saga of my hometown mayor which attains to the level of — well, at least of the voodoo products . . . . Continue Reading »
Goth it up, baby.Or, you know, not. . . . . Continue Reading »
Jesus Temporary Tattoo. Bidding ends in 13 days, which is longer than He will last on your bicep. You’ll want this to go with the tattoo, and this to complete the effect. Or, if you’re more inclined towards the crypto-profound, this t-shirt might appeal to you instead. Now, this thing . . . . Continue Reading »
All right, this quiz is dadgum everywhere right now, but on the off-chance that you haven’t taken it yet . . . For the record, I took it twice. I am either Saint Melito or Origen. Make of that what you will. But . . . uh . . . the Church Fathers collectively are . . . great . . . Right, Al? . . . . Continue Reading »
. . . did not go to the beach. Instead, I googled the phrase religious beach, and here are some of the things the search turned up: Dollar-Stretching Luau Deals like this inflatable beach ball. They didn’t have a picture of the un-inflatable kind. Information regarding religious beaches in Tel . . . . Continue Reading »
My friend Anthony, his finger ever on the pulse of . . . something . . . sent me this item from The Daily Mail: Is the Shroud of Turin really a self-portrait of Leonardo da Vinci? I don’t know, but maybe the answer to that question is also the answer to this one. I hadn’t considered . . . . Continue Reading »
Whoo. Let’s see what we’ve got going on tonight. Oh, oh, oh. Check it out. Easter’s over, baby, but you can beat the rush. I know about being forgiven, but won’t wearing a t-shirt that says so make people want to ask you what you did? In my town it would. “Whu’d . . . . Continue Reading »
You might want to save yourself from this and this.And then there’s this, categorized as “funny anti-religious,” because, you know, “anti-religious” is just so darn self-evidently funny that you don’t even have to try all that hard. GONG. Next, please. [Rating: . . . . Continue Reading »
My husband graduated from a Baptist high school, where the academic year was crowned not with a senior prom — no dancing allowed — but a banquet. It was a tux-and-date event, and while the tux was easy enough to come by, the date apparently was another matter altogether. When the fateful . . . . Continue Reading »