Google is great for many reasons and here’s one more.  A great way to kill 20mins, or more depending on how determined you are, is to try searching for an interesting oxymoron and enjoy the ensuing random search result fun. Today is Sunday so I went for “Church porn”.  Of course, the first result was the infamous XXXChurch, who preach against the evils of pornography. Good for them. Apparently even Andrew Conru has been converted. Seriously, I’m glad to see someone is doing God’s work. I just think demographically speaking, maybe they should focus their conservative message a little more on the red states.
Their site design is really nice, I’ll say that much.

Now back to looking for church porn. Seems like I’m getting a lot of search results linked to articles about preachers, pastors, and other members or the clergy, and how they’re involved in scandals relating to porn – kiddie porn. Oh well, 5 pages in and still nothing scathingly secular and overly sexual.  I guess that’s a good thing. Out of all the perverted porno on the www, it seems nobody is willing to secure the lowest seat in hell by producing hardcore porn in a church… yet.

Lastly, in searching for “church porn” I did come across an interesting online book with a chapter dedicated to reaffirming what we all of course already know, that masturbating is gay.

in two months I’ll be celebrating the annual culmination of what started on June 23, 19(not telling) … my birthday! 30 some odd years ago, I was brought into this world by a loving family who did their very best to raise me with an upbringing designed to create a son they’d be proud of.  I think they did alright.  I mean, I’m healthy, intelligent, successful, trustworthy, strong-willed, good-looking, compassionate, witty, and not the least bit egotistical.

I’ve started to not like my birthday.  It happened somewhere after 26, as it does for most of us.  Of course, some people will tell you, “age is just a number” or “it happens to all of us”, which are both true statements.  However, they’re cold comfort when you have to realize another 365 days of your precious time on Earth has come and gone.  You’re one birthday closer to your last…. you’ll never get that time back and… Ok, ok… so it’s not really that bad. I’m just trying to get you to feel sorry for me so you’ll buy a bigger present. Really big. Think shopping pallet, not cart.

Oh and I almost forgot, yesterday was Earth Day. To conserve water, I didn’t shower!