Old, Old Jokes – The New Priest

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When I was a kid I collected the old typewritten, often off-colour, jokes that circulated. I came across the pile the other day and thought I’d add them for posterity. Some of these are pretty juvenile, and most are definitely not politically correct…

The New Priest

The new priest was saying his first Mass but he was so nervous he could hardly speak. After the Mass he asked the Monseigneur for an opinion. The Monseigneur suggested that as he was so nervous, he should put a little gin or vodka in his water glass for his Mass the following Sunday.

The next Sunday, the priest did as he was told and added some gin to his water glass. He talked up a storm.

Once again he asked the Monseigneur for his opinion. The Monseigneur replied he did just fine, but there were a few things that he should get straight:
1. There are 10 Commandments, not 12.
2. There are 12 Disciples, not 10.
3. David slew Goliath, he did not kick the shit out of him.
4. We do not refer to Jesus Christ as the late, great J.C.
5. The next Sunday there will be a taffy-pulling contest at St. Peter’s, not a peter-pulling contest at St. Taffy’s.
6. The Father, Son and Holy Ghost are not to be referred to as Big Daddy, Junior and the Spook.

😉

The interntz is fullz of n00bs

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A recent online war erupted in Edmonton between the ‘new journalists’ represented by bloggers and twitterers and the old media. Basically an actor and recipient of online reviews reacted badly in the comments section of a blogger and this set off a series of other posts online that grew to massive proportions.

I chimed in on Mack’s site (boyfriend of the original blogger, and the real reason it grew to such proportions) just because I could… Ain’t the internet grand!

# Bruce K Says:
August 18th, 2010 at 1:24 pm

I spent years in the theatre. It’s a family. Any bad review hurts and you tend to leap to the defensive. But I’m going to guess that Jeff (being of that ‘border’ generation) isn’t really all that confident of the place of the internet in the new world. Hell, reading the comments here reinforces for me that most of the professional journalists are still struggling.

A few of my favorite online personalities have been engaging in flamefests and hurt feelings of late (I almost got sucked into a few) and it occurs to me that there is no satisfactory paradigm for conflict reslution in this new type of conversation.

I think the thing to take from this is there is a communication gap. Mack doesn’t get why Jeff would lash out using a particular forum rather than in person and Jeff fails to realize that the internet shouldn’t replace human contact in conflict situations.

We need a new rule book, but I for one am starting to believe rule #1 will have to be “Just walk away, because there are no winners when everyone has a voice.”

Mo’ Blues

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Vanessa, Carmen and Leslie enjoy the blues…

A few filters in Photoshop Express on the iPad and voilà. I think the main annoying thing about the WordPress app is the fact I have to publish the post before I can come back and edit the code…

Test ‘o upload

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Picked up the camera attachment for the iPad today. I can now load images from my camera to the iPad and then edit them, use them or mail them. Saves me having to post crappy iPhone images when on the road.

Check out the gallery for more as usual.

Blue Blue Blues

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The Labatt Blues Festival in Hawrelak Park! An afternoon of beer, blues and company. L, C, Vanessa and her Irish beau, hanging out and listening to boogie woogie…

Flambeau:

Twister!

Henry Gray is 85 years old…

Super Chiken and the Fighting Cocks…

F’ Me, Mr. Bradbury

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John Scalzi drew my attention to this. It’s odd how this stuff makes the rounds. Still this is awesome enough to steal from Youtube and give a permanent home here…

[zdvideo autoplay=”no” width=”500″ border=”no”]http://macblaze.ca/wp-content/swf/raybradbury.flv[/zdvideo]

I dedicate this to the one person who will really appreciate it ( you know who you are…); may we all revel in our inner 15-year-old boy! A backup version to be permanently found on a page on the sidebar.