I was going to write this post some time ago as a follow-up to this one, but then time got away from me, and the issue started getting old, so I figured I wouldn’t beat a dead horse. But I see that — over a month later — the original creator of the “motivational” posters is still cranking them out and spending voluminous amounts of time in defending his God-given right to flip off Galatians 6:1. So, apparently this issue is “not dead yet”.

As I noted in that earlier post:

Recently on the God-blogosphere, some “motivational” posters were created that over-generalized, misinterpreted, and occasionally stopped just short of lying about other Christians, with whom the creators disagree on some issues.

Then I noticed that one of the targets “returned the favor” and created some posters of his own, targeted at the original creators. They were a bit less over-generalizing, but just as snarky. And the Christian love just keeps getting deeper.

Shortly after I wrote that, I found another set of posters that were in response to the “originals”. But, rather than be a snarky retort, they were an actual response. And because of that, they have a distinct difference.

In the “originals”, Phil tells us what Grace believes.

But in these, Grace tells us what she believes.

While God knows better than anyone, I’m guessing that Grace knows the state of her own heart better than Phil. But then I don’t have mad PhotoShop skillz, so maybe I’m wrong.

Grace’s posters aren’t funny or sad attempts to be funny or even “caricature”. They’re just cool.

My wife’s a math teacher.  I wonder if this article linking Jessica Alba to math would heighten her male students’ interest?

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Got this in an email today. Thought it was worth sharing here. We all have that aunt that this ought to go to, if it wouldn’t cut us out of the will. For the last two gags, you have to remember that this was originally an email.

SUMMARY OF MY LAST YEAR ON THE COMPUTER

I must send my thanks to whoever sent me the one about poop in the glue on envelopes because I now have to use a wet towel with every envelope that needs sealing.

Also, now I have to scrub the top of every can I open for the same reason.

I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl (Penny Brown) who is about to die in the hospital for the 1,387,258th time.

I no longer have any money at all, but that will change once I receive the $15,000 that Bill Gates/Microsoft and AOL are sending me for participating in their special e-mail program.

I no longer worry about my soul because I have 363,214 angels looking out for me, and St. Theresa’s novena has granted my every wish.

I no longer use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a water buffalo on a hot day.

Thanks to you, I have learned that my prayers only get answered if I forward an email to seven of my friends and make a wish within five minutes.

Because of your concern I no longer drink Coca Cola because it can remove toilet stains.

I no longer can buy gasoline without taking someone along to watch the car so a serial killer won’t crawl in my back seat when I’m pumping gas.

I no longer drink Pepsi or Dr. Pepper since the people who make these products are atheists who refuse to put “Under God” on their cans.

I no longer use Saran wrap in the microwave because it causes cancer.

And thanks for letting me know I can’t boil a cup of water in the microwave anymore because it will blow up in my face…disfiguring me for life.

I no longer check the coin return on pay phones because I could be pricked with a needle infected with AIDS.

I no longer go to shopping malls because someone will drug me with a perfume sample and rob me.

I no longer receive packages from UPS or FedEx since they are actually Al Qaeda in disguise.

I no longer shop at Target since they are French and don’t support our American troops or the Salvation Army.

I no longer answer the phone because someone will ask me to dial a number for which I will get a phone bill with calls to Jamaica, Uganda, Singapore, and Uzbekistan

I no longer buy expensive cookies from Neiman Marcus since I now have their recipe.

Thanks to you, I can’t use anyone’s toilet but mine because a big brown African spider is lurking under the seat to cause me instant death when it bites my butt.

And thanks to your great advice, I can’t ever pick up $5.00 I dropped in the parking lot because it probably was placed there by a sex molester waiting underneath my car to grab my leg.

I can no longer drive my car because I can’t buy gas from certain gas companies!

If you don’t send this e-mail to at least 144,000 people in the next 70 minutes, a large dove with diarrhea will land on your head at 5:00 PM this afternoon and the fleas from 12 camels will infest your back, causing you to grow a hairy hump. I know this will occur because it actually happened to a friend of my next door neighbor’s ex-mother-in-law’s second husband’s cousin’s beautician…

Have a wonderful day….

Oh, by the way…..
A South American scientist from Argentina, after a lengthy study, has discovered that people with insufficient brain activity read their e-mail with their hand on the mouse. Don’t bother taking it off now, it’s too late.

HT to Ice

Feeling like you’re just not up-to-snuff? Take comfort in the Scriptures:

Psalm 127:2 (NKJV)

It is vain for you to rise up early . . .

1 Timothy 4:8 (KJV)

For bodily exercise profiteth little . . .

Proverbs 30:2 (NKJV)

Surely I am more stupid than any man . . .

One of the projects I’m working on has (among its team members) a German gentleman named Helmut.

John, the guy running the project — and who hosts the conference calls for it — pronounces the ‘u’ in Helmut’s name like a schwa, so that it sounds just like “helmet”.

I have no idea what Helmut looks like, but everytime I hear John say his name, I get this mental image of Rick Moranis as Dark Helmet in Spaceballs.

May the schwartz be with you!

Statement from Billy Martin, one of Michael Vick’s attorneys:

Mr. Vick has agreed to enter a plea of guilty to those charges and to accept full responsibility for his actions and the mistakes he has made.

Mistakes? Oh, he accidently put the rope around those dogs’ necks. And he lost his balance and accidently dropped them in the pool. And then he accidently held them under the water while he was actually trying to rescue them.

I can understand being removed from football — who wants someone that klutzy playing for them? But why are we charging him criminally? They were just mistakes.

Just askin’ . . .

“Back in the day”, I worked in an actual office (I work from home now). This was even before we were called “resources” and before we were stored in cubicles — ya know, back when dinosaurs roamed the earth. I shared an honest-to-goodness office (with a ceiling and a door) with Karen, a female co-worker.

Our company had just hopped on the recycling bandwagon, and so Karen and I had a empty paper box (one of those things that held 10 reams) in our office that we’d dump paper in to be recycled. Then every once in a while, I’d remember what my mom taught me about being a gentleman, and I’d carry the box to one of the recycling bins and empty it. Since I was “taking out the trash”, Karen dubbed me her “office husband”.

Thankfully, she never asked me to change the oil in her desk.

HT to Jungle Pop for reminding me of this.

Wayne Watson and Billy Connolly

I hear Bill Clinton has ordered a gross of these things.

(On a recent post, I mentioned and tagged Al Gore. Checked my WP dashboard, and apparently got a link from a site supporting Gore. Then I went all schadenfreude and starting looking at sites that it linked to. And found the item above.)