Monday, June 28, 2010

Explosions, Seductresses, Epic Battles, Pimps, and Miracles brought to you by the Best Selling book of all time – the Bible


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Our best-selling author, God, blows his competition out of the water (literally) with plot twist after plot twist – making M Night Shyamalan look like an amateur. Read in at least 33% of the humanized world, and on the best seller list for a thousand years, the bible is without a doubt, the best book ever (James Patterson eat your heart out).

Like any great tale God begins with a “bang!” Bam! The Earth is made, and God makes it awesome. Here, a bit of pretentious flair seeps through his writing, God references himself in the third person a lot, (but when you’re book is on the best sellers’ list for a thousand years, you are allowed to do that.)

When the Earth is made, all seems well at first, but this is only the calm before the storm. God sets the scene in paradise, where our protagonists, Adam and Eve, live eternally young. But of course the complacent bliss of Eden only serves as a contrast to man’s tragic fall. Through a sequence of snake filled seduction, man goes from romping naked through flower fields to toiling amongst thistles and thorns (Genesis 3:18).

After Adam and Eve fall lower in self respect than tabloid rejects, God introduces more characters into the plot than a Tolstoy novel. In Genesis, he literally lists the descendents of every man who ever walked the Earth. At times this constant character introduction can become tedious, but that’s okay, because most readers will suffer through these parts until they get to the bits about Solomon’s 300 concubines (Kings 11:1).

Among some of the more interesting characters we have the seductress Esther, who uses her sex appeal to prevent a Babylonian king from committing a genocide against the Jews. Our Babylonian King is none other than the infamous Xerses - you may know him from the cameo in Frank Miller’s 300. It is a classic tale of drama, intrigue, romance, and murder. Not only does Xerses not kill the Jews at the end of this tale, but he has the man who suggested the idea of genocide impaled on a seven foot spike in the palace garden (Esther 7:1).

The most intriguing element of God’s writing style though, is his sense of humor. A prime example is found in 2 Kings 2: 23. In this text God introduces the miracle maker Elijah (not to be confused with everyone’s favorite Hobbit Hottie Elijah Wood). When a mob of forty-two young boys gather around Elijah and start chanting “go away baldy,” Elijah summons two bears from the woods to maul this motley crew of twerps. The vengeance of our bestselling author is as swift as it is sweet, and as humorous as it is creative. I know that I was one of the adoring fans cheering Elijah and his furry friends on as they kicked copious amounts of pre-pubescent ass.

An Ode to Robert Pattinson

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I hate your face Robert Pattinson

Paler than the ashes of nuclear winter
Covering the bodies of fallen children in the snow

More ghastly than a graveyard specter
Collecting the hearts of tormented tweens

Glowing incessant like a radioactive frog
bloated and croaking stalker poetry

Your eyes are red and dead
Like a dimming bulb in a Methlab

With your drunken glance
You drink my innocence
With your eyes
and with every gulp
I die a little
Inside

Customer Service



Cafe Barista: Hi, welcome to Seattle's Best, how may I help you.

Customer: *grunts in response*

Cafe Barista: I'm sorry, sir, what did you say?

Customer: Doubletalllatenonfatexrahotnofoam-howmuchisit?

Cafe Barista: I'm sorry, can you please say that one more time.

Customer: Maybe you should take that walkie talkie out of your ear so that you could hear me better. God. What do you need it for anyways?

Cafe Barista: To communicate with the rest of the people in the store. Can you please repeat your order.

Customer: God! Can't you see I'm in a hurry!

Cafe Barista: I'm sorry, it's ten in the morning on a Saturday, where do you have to be? Are you the fucking president? CEO of Fortunte 500? Why don't you take a deep breath, calm down, and take the extra 5 seconds to explain your order so that you end up getting what you paid for.

Customer: (Indignant) Excuse me?!

Cafe Barista: What? Do you have hearing problems now?

Customer: I can't believe this! I've never had such bad customer service in my life! How dare you! I'm the customer! I demand to talk to the manager!

Cafe Barista: (Turns around. Turns back around.) Hi

Customer: Is this some kind of joke?

Cafe Barista: Would you like to file a customer complaint?

Customer: Umm...yes...I would like to report that I'm unhappy with my customer service experience today and that I will never shop here again.

Cafe Barista: Alright. I'll file that complaint on this form right now and file it away in file 13.

Customer: What's file 13?

Cafe Barista: The trash.

Customer: (starts shouting) You mother fucker! You're fucked now! My brother in-law is a lawyer and I'm going to sue you, and your boss's boss, and their boss's boss, and all your employees until you're all unemployed, homeless, and bleeding money out of your ear drums. You'll regret this!

Cafe Barista: Sir, if you don't calm down I'm going to call security.

Customer: And then I'll sue you to kingdom come! You'll see. You'll be on the streets, livin' in a bus with a crack addict and begging for my reconciliation money you piece of shit!

Cafe Barista: Alright, I warned you. SECURITY!

(Security comes out and starts beating "customer" with billy clubs and cafe stools. We hear "customer" screaming in agony and begging for mercy)

Cafe Barista: I think you may need to bring out the tasers. This one's a doozy.

Head Security Officer: Good call, bring out the tasers boys.

(Security stats to taze "Customer" and we hear more agonized screaming)

Cafe Barista: Would you boys like something to drink?

Head Security Officer: Oh, I don't know, my doctor said I should try to lay low on the caffeine. It brings up my blood pressure.

("Customer" is still screaming in the background as the rest of the security continues with the beatings)

Cafe Barista: Ah. I understand. How about some tea?

Head Security Officer: Hmm...that sounds good. Got any green tea?

Customer: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, SOMEONE HELP ME!

Cafe Barista: Sure do. And how about a bagel? Cream cheese?

Head Security Officer: Sure. Sounds good. I could use some carbs. Customer "service" sure is draining.

Cafe Barista: You can say that again.

Interview With a Vampire



Stephanie Myer’s release of the popular series “Twilight” has spawned an invasion of vampires of all sizes and shapes. I was working as a barista at a bookstore café when I encountered my first vampire. My back was turned to the counter and I was grinding coffee beans. Since there were no customers in the café lobby, I heard only the high pitched whir of the industrial grinder.

Suddenly, from behind me there was a hissing noise. I abruptly turned around, but saw nothing. Was one of our machines malfunctioning? A gas leak perhaps? The hissing happens again. I lower my gaze by about two feet to behold a cute, but fearsome creature. He’s three feet tall, around 7-8 years of age, and cloaked in a cape.

“Boo! I’m a vampire! I want to get some blood!”

I politely inform him that the café does not supply blood, but that we do make hot chocolate. I feared that my unsatisfied customer might suck my blood, but fortunately, this vertically challenged beast had a parental unit that provide for his beverage needs.

While the mom-unit was purchasing his drink, the vampire reassures me, “Don’t worry, I drink cows blood, not human blood. I’m a vegetarian vampire.”

His mom mutters “Shut up, Jay Jay.”

The vampire continues, "I do like to bite though.”

"HUSH!" his mom commands.

I begin to fear that there is there a head-vampire out there biting the youth in order to build up massive blood-sucking army.

Jay Jay’s mom – or I should say the vampire's mom - rolls her eyes and tells me that they just watched "Twilight" together.

Ah hah, so Stephanie Myer’s is the head vampire.

Blog Creation


Here is a detailed illustration of creation drawn by a kindergardener http://scienceblogs.com/sunclipse/my-first-lightcone.jpg

On the first day God made light and he made sure that it was good, on the second day he divided the land from the sea so that no one would have to endure the horrors Kevin Reynolds' "Waterworld." On the eighth day God made potato salad, and he also declared it to be good because more descriptive adjectives were not invented yet. On the trillion and somethingth day this blog was created. So far I haven't been offered any ominous looking fruits, which is too bad because I'm feeling a bit hungry for something "Forbidden Knowledge" flavored. I will also accept cantaloupe if Forbidden Fruits are out of season this time of year.

I hope you will find my blog, much like the other products of creation, to be "good."