Showing posts with label shit my dad says. Show all posts
Showing posts with label shit my dad says. Show all posts

Monday, October 27, 2014

"Everything's amazing... nobody's happy."

I made my kids watch this on Friday.


This is medicine which can help people of any ideology. It's best delivered to kids in a comedy routine format with lots of audience cheers for affirmation. The grouchy old dad has a higher chance of being summarily dismissed.

I like how he busts on us Gen-X-ers for complaints about those people with the irritating phone numbers with the high numbers and zeroes. Making the 30-year trip across the country kind of puts the "making sparks" style of dialing into perspective as well.

I remember an old priest, Father Murphy, who was on a pilgrimage to Rome I made in 1998 talking with amazement about our flight. "Isn't technology wonderful to have enabled us to come to this ancient city?" He was talking the way everyone should be thinking (thank you Nicholas Cage.) People need to be more amazed and more content. Or if they aren't content with their devices, go build a better one.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Theology of the Body for Dummies

From SMDS.

It's never the right time to have kids, but it's always the right time for screwing. God's not a dumbshit. He knows how it works.

Now, I contend that every bit of this tweet is true. It may not be the most beautiful way of stating a truth, and perhaps theological statements deserve beauty. But Sidewalk English is the best way to communicate to some people, and although it hits you sort of hard, a sock in the jaw is what some people need.

Saturday, August 29, 2009

You could be laughing more

If you aren't laughing enough today, read this. Warning: crude language. Via Pikkumatti, via Jonah.