Last week, my eight year old son saw an ad for 2012, the movie, which instructs viewers to “just google it,” which he did, resulting in a few sleepless nights for all of us. Now, I was already frustrated with this bout of millennial fever, because I thought we were at least safe from that nonsense for another ninety years.
I’m guessing, though, that my annoyance isn’t a fraction of what Mayan elder Apolinario Chile Pixtun has to put up with.
SF Weekly finds a few uses for those ubiquitous spam DVDs mailed out weekly by the Church of Scientology.
The friend of a man arrested in a vicious attack on a gay man proudly displays his Leviticus tattoo for a news crew. Apparently the man only read far enough to find passages decrying homosexuality, but neglected to read the very next chapter, which also forbids- tattoos. Oops. I’d say the permanent ink is its own best punishment.