Open Thread

I met a very racist guy this weekend. He came to pick up a car I was selling. he is from Turkey and had some choice words to say about brooklyn, starting with the Russians.

Saturday was an usually sunny day, at least were I was in New Jersey.
Perhaps that was a sign.

The itsy bitsy spider crawled up the water spout . . .

Speaking of, I learned a new euphemism this weekend.

GM all.

Perhaps the mistake was not that people believed in the rapture but that they would be among the raptured. Perhaps the 144,000 raptured souls are not in organized Christian churches but live in remote pre-modern non-Christian tribal societies and they have vanished without anyone in the developed world taking notice. Perhaps we are still due for a summer of extreme climate and geological catastrophe. Life is full of mystery. Just a thought. Suffice to say, it was obvious no PLUSA was going to be raptured out of the earthly realm on Saturday.

Meanwhile, here’s another take on rapture:

Face to face
Sadly solitude
And it’s finger popping
Twenty-four hour shopping in Rapture

Fab Five Freddie told me everybody’s high
DJ’s spinnin’ are savin’ my mind
Flash is fast, Flash is cool
Francois sez fas, Flashe’ no do
And you don’t stop, sure shot
Go out to the parking lot
And you get in your car and you drive real far
And you drive all night and then you see a light
And it comes right down and lands on the ground
And out comes a man from Mars
And you try to run but he’s got a gun
And he shoots you dead and he eats your head
And then you’re in the man from Mars
You go out at night, eatin’ cars
You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too
Mercuries and Subarus
And you don’t stop, you keep on eatin’ cars

“Hell is other people”

Jean Paul Sartre