Louis George Romero.

"Teething," my tuchus.

He's a zombie infant acquiring his taste for human flesh. That's the only logical explanation for the ravenous gnawing.

It starts with my thumb, but it will end in my cerebellum.

Just remember: you only hurt the ones you love.

And I love you all....

When is Yoko Ono finally going to be arrested for her career of unrelenting cat torture? I'm convinced her oeuvre is the magic bullet for dealing with the coming zombie apocalypse.

Don't forget to visit the Shatner section(scroll down). His takes on Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds and Mr. Tamborine Man redefine pop music.

P.S.--this is a spillover from a rather virulent e-war between myself and Victor Morton, which started with his absolutely unnecessary and mistaken reference to Lorenzo Lamas, escalated to the lyrics of Achy Breaky Heart, escalated still further with George Burns' Beatles cover and has now seen the ICBMs unleashed.

You will envy the dead.

If I have to suffer, all of you are going to join me.

Enjoy.

How long, O Lord?

[Warning: the following link contains descriptions of Catholic worship stupidity guaranteed to stagger even those who think themselves inured to such things.

You have been warned.]

Word of Redemptionis Sacramentum has yet to trickle down to outlying parishes, like this one in South Dakota.

This account of the "worship" music at Sunday Mass will leave you begging--pleading on your knees with your hands raised to Heaven-- for Haugen.

Here's a taste:

After Communion, as we sit quietly, one of the guys gets up with his hand mic and sings the Communion Meditation (as it is called in the program): John Lennon's Imagine!

I can't imagine, myself. But wait--there's more. Much, much more. But I refuse to quote more, as you will understand upon perusal.

Read the whole thing--with a flagon of Imodium and a bushel of Tums handy.

Return of the King News.

If you thought the liberties Jackson and Crew took with The Two Towers were problematic, check out this.

[Link via The Corner.]