MOTHMAN: HARBINGER OF DOOOOOM!
Sep. 22nd, 2005 09:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfie_chanSo, Alex and I have been listening to this radio show that we affectionately call "Conspiracy Theory Radio." I can't remember the host's name, but he has all of these callers who tell him about the aliens/ghosts/Bigfeet/complicated quantum equations that they've been in contact with. Today, he had a caller that talked about how "heightened pituitary glands" allow people to communicate with the "being of ultimate love." When the caller mentioned this "being of ultimate love," Alex, doing his very best Barry White impersonation, remarked, "Oh, yeah." Yes, folks. Barry White is God, the Being of Ultimate Love. But you can't talk to him unless your pituitary gland is heightened. I expect they'll have surgery for that kind of thing in a few years.
Tonight's show also featured a discussion about Mothman. Apparently, there were sightings of Mothman shortly before Hurricane Katrina and Hurricane Rita, as well as other disastrous natural phenomenon. According to the show's host, Mothman tends to appear before events of immense devastation. Thus, Mothman's fluttering wings spell doom for humanity. I, personally, have never seen Mothman. I suppose he chooses not to show himself to me and my ilk.
After we arrived home (with this show still on), Alex pointed out that someone was playing with a searchlight--we could see the light flashing among the clouds. I joked that it was actually a UFO. I didn't hear Barry White, so it couldn't have been the Being of Ultimate Love.
Other than the joys of Conspiracy Theory Radio, today was very productive. We finally went to the dump, and we also transferred a large roll of carpet from my mom-in-law's garage to my parents' garage. Yay! We also went out to dinner with my parents and my brother, and now I am full. Full, full, full.
Tomorrow, Alex and I go to Olympia. We shall do this after I have my rescheduled driving lesson. My driving instructor is absolutely awesome and not at all mad at me for flaking out on Wednesday.
I acquired Thud! by Terry Pratchett today. In one hour, I have read almost half of it. Alex was stunned when I showed him how far I've gotten.
"One evening, after a trying day, he'd tried the Vimes street version:
Where's my daddy?
Is that my daddy?
He goes "Bugrit! Millennium hand and shrimp!"
He is Foul Ol' Ron!
No, that's not my daddy!"
I must purchase Where's My Cow? next week.
Tonight's show also featured a discussion about Mothman. Apparently, there were sightings of Mothman shortly before Hurricane Katrina and Hurricane Rita, as well as other disastrous natural phenomenon. According to the show's host, Mothman tends to appear before events of immense devastation. Thus, Mothman's fluttering wings spell doom for humanity. I, personally, have never seen Mothman. I suppose he chooses not to show himself to me and my ilk.
After we arrived home (with this show still on), Alex pointed out that someone was playing with a searchlight--we could see the light flashing among the clouds. I joked that it was actually a UFO. I didn't hear Barry White, so it couldn't have been the Being of Ultimate Love.
Other than the joys of Conspiracy Theory Radio, today was very productive. We finally went to the dump, and we also transferred a large roll of carpet from my mom-in-law's garage to my parents' garage. Yay! We also went out to dinner with my parents and my brother, and now I am full. Full, full, full.
Tomorrow, Alex and I go to Olympia. We shall do this after I have my rescheduled driving lesson. My driving instructor is absolutely awesome and not at all mad at me for flaking out on Wednesday.
I acquired Thud! by Terry Pratchett today. In one hour, I have read almost half of it. Alex was stunned when I showed him how far I've gotten.
"One evening, after a trying day, he'd tried the Vimes street version:
Where's my daddy?
Is that my daddy?
He goes "Bugrit! Millennium hand and shrimp!"
He is Foul Ol' Ron!
No, that's not my daddy!"
I must purchase Where's My Cow? next week.
