Blue, Looking West

Uppercase GOD, you are funny.

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That’s amazing.. I’m going to nominate you for Nikon photographer of the year. Although, I’m not sure that they have that category but I’ll try for ya!

Shiz — I don’t have a problem with B & J going through normal human stuff. And, I’m sure if I knew them personally, I would feel for them.

But this jock-sniffing fascination with them because they hit the gene pool looks lotto, is baffling to me.

And, believe me, I have *way* better reasons for earning a smiting than not giving a crap about two complete strangers breaking up in the tabloids.

Sorry guys, but I’m nothing but a Big FAT idiot.

Ooh, a pretty blue picture again! I did suspect a filter, but the wrong white balance would explain that as well. I should try that sometime.

PETE. You’re part right, part wrong. “Jehovah” is a misreading of the hebrew word.

Also, see the New American Bible, and footnote 6 to Exodus, 3:14:

“I am who am: apparently this utterance is the source of the word Yahweh, the proper personal name of the God of Israel. It is commonly explained in reference to God as the absolute and necessary Being. It may be understood of God as the Source of all created beings. Out of reverence for this name, the term Adonai, “my Lord,” was later used as a substitute. The word LORD in the present version represents this traditional usage. The word “Jehovah” arose from a false reading of this name as it is written in the current Hebrew text.”

Woah. It got vile in here.

Step off my Shiz, yo. Let’s not have a fight about Brad and Jenn shall we?

And yes some of us would love shit pics if they were of Dooce’s shit. Or *really really* not. Come on dudes, don’t be hatin.

andea,

Yes, like a nipple file.

The fart post:

I love when my son farts! He farts when he’s excited, surprised, holding his legs up in the air, lifted unexpectedly, rolling over and grabbing for his toes in the bath.

I absolutely love his farts!

Ahh, I understand.

I love when my boys toot. Especially my littlest boy. He just lets ‘em rip. He has no idea what he’s doing and I always laugh.

We used to live in a duplex with a guy who had a 150 pound Rottweiler who was the sweetest dog. But he would monster fart very loudly and be all startled and protective and look behind him as if to say, “What the FUCK was that??!” It was hilarious.

Napolean Dynamite you old farts!! Get a flippin’ life. Don’t ya’ll go see one ‘a dem movin pichers no more?

Hey! Jesus H. Christ! Some friends and I were just,TODAY, discussing what the ‘H’ could possibly stand for in your name . . . so, would you mind sharing???

Beautiful picture, Dooce!

no. it’s sharted.

gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous blue. and that light!

Something smells pretty pungent and piebald in here.

I don’t like going to yoga at one of my gyms anymore because there is a guy in there who ALWAYS rips one really really LOUD and I can’t help myself, I usually answer in kind.

no why? i don’t get it. i’m so confused. hmm what could you mean? i wonder….

H=Holy (?)

Hep Cat, as in Jesus “Hep Cat” Christ.

I geekishly looked up the “H” question.

My mom, sister and I went on a spa vacation and we were doing a “floor” pilates class. It was filled with all these fancy-pants women (who’d been eating nothing but salad and bran for a week) and the instructor had us in this pose that was making everyone fart. Except me and my sister. We were too busy laughing our asses off. Not two seconds would go by and some other well-bred lady would fart really loudly!! It was classic!

Hep cat. I like.

Girl.A: You’re not really in trouble until you start using assonance in every sentence to lend and mend your ends.

Assonance=certified.

Girl A. & Fish- you are evil geniuses. And I love you.