The sinners are doing well: the saints are not

These two lines from one of the more recent entries on interdictor's LJ made me laugh, albeit in black humor way.

"- The strip clubs are open on Bourbon Street.

"- The Saints fumbled away another game."

Now I *know* the Saints here is the Louisiana football team, but I couldn't resist reading some mischievous Catholic humor into it, as in "Hm. Does the fact that the saints are fumbling stuff up have anything to do with the strip joints reopening?" I bet Walker Percy would have similar thoughts... ( Possibly contraversial remark behind the cut )

Hey, we could use a little wierd humor to keep us going through these trying times....

Appointment in Lowell and other things

Aside from running into Lowell for an appointment with my therapist, it's been a rather quiet day. Not to say I'm not making some plans, though: I'm tinkering with a few original fic ideas, most notably a novel inspired by the recent fanbrat debacle. Now, to those of you who were unfortunate enough to get dragged into that exchange by those verbal terrorists, please don't get nervous: the operating words here are "inspired by". I'm making up a non-existant fandom (probably a fantasy, along the lines of Tolkien or Neil Gaiman) for this novel, and while I'm telling it in the form of message board postings, emails, weblog comments and weblog entries, it's gonna be heavily fictionalized. I'll be creating incidents that never happened, excising things that did, and completely changing the identities of all persons involved. The character that's based off of me, for instance, is going to be male, as is the new identity of one of the vociferious fan-its.

And oh, the roadwork is progressing: they've finally moved the bloody jersey barriers that were blocking a strip of sidewalk: I actually have a place to walk now, as long as there aren't any earth movers chugging around, digging in the dirt that's left behind. I'll be glad when this is over... No, I won't, since the darn street will be even wider, and it's bloody wide enough as it is. I'll have to run to cross it.

::Just waiting for the day when all these middle-aged town planning board members start losing their vision and their drivers' licenses... and then *THEY* have to try toddling across these lousy wide streets...::

In other news, I watched the second episode of "Supernatural". I have to admit, it was better than the pilot episode: there was a hint of character development, as the younger brother starts to get a leetle bit more hair-trigger, and the older brother tries to get him to tone it down. But it wouldn't kill these guys to keep some holy water and/or some blessed salt on them when they go after the spook of the week. And I have to give the writers credit for doing some homework and using other kinds of spooks besides the usual vampires and werewolves: this week it was a spook from an American Indian legend.

Which reminds me, I have to get some packs of blessed salt: Hallowe'en is coming, and since I (quite inadvertantly) told Constantine about the wierd person in the area who seems to be dabbling in graveyard magick; he's been bugging me to get some blessed salt and sprinkle it along the walls and across the entrances to the burying ground where I've found traces of this strange person's rituals (the bells on the tombstone and the candles on the stump). In his words: "We gotta keep this person's demons from clawin' them up, and block whatever infernal bastards they might have pulled up that don't belong here."