Showing posts with label Satan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Satan. Show all posts
Hell No
I can’t be the only person who sees a certain horned figure looming. You had one job, Graphics Department. One job.
Related: Mr. Pope Hail • Insufficient Dater • The Devil You Say
The Devil You Say
I dreamt up a dozen entries for the Late Show with David Letterman website’s
current Top Ten contest [dead link]. You can enter this round through the end of the week, although I’m usually keen to brainstorm as much as I can on Monday when
the newsletter arrives in my inbox in case of similar entries.
My Top Twelve Signs Your Neighbor Is Really Satan
12. When you had a come-as-you-are party, he came as Satan.
11. His barbecues always smell like grilled person.
10. The hot chick gardening out front has an “I’m with Satan” T-shirt.
9. He keeps leaving his Underworld’s Best Dad mug on the porch.
8. Blues guitarists drop by at all hours of the night.
Late and Mean
While posting here is never easy, at times yet another new Blogger problem crops
up or I forget about an older glitch because I’d been avoiding it for a spell or I just don’t have the patience to deal with the workarounds and troubleshooting, so it seems even harder and plans get kicked down the road again. That’s when I’ll put up the Campbell’s soup can or its associate the bottle of Devil Tylenol from Hell — and when I share another batch of word-verification definitions. I’ve explained the phenomenon before in my first such post and more recently on the dedicated page of this blog that collects them all to date.
• ashible — [ash ih bull] adj. Made of such substance as will be reduced to powder by burning.
• Boxidect™ — [boks ih dekt] It’s ten — ten — ten boxes in one!
• caticeph — [kat ih sef] n. A being with a feline head.
Infernal Devices
As faithful readers of this blog know, I’ve adopted Mark Evanier’s practice of using a Campbell’s soup can to symbolize a break in new content.
I don’t always owe a hiatus in posts to lack of time, however, except insofar as technological glitches make blogging more time-intensive than it’s supposed to be. Sure, I’m a bit of a control freak, and I find it harder to write than I used to, but once something’s written the essential selling point of various blogging platforms is ease and simplicity of virtual publishing — Blogger most of all, which is why I chose Blogger, yet Blogger couldn’t be more successful at frustrating me and driving me away if it had tried.