Dogma and Hodags and Racism, Oh my!

I bought the movie Dogma in the five-fifty bin at Wal-Mart a few weeks back. Let me just say...if Angels and God were like that then I'd be a believer. They just seem more....laid back. Except when Loki and Bartlaby are on a crazy rampage it just seems more believable. More relateable to the real world. Not the images of angels in pearly white gowns with halos and impressive wingspans that when they talk it echos around, light shines through the dense of clouds and there are no singsongy "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhs" that, to me, seem to be littering the Bible.

I like Dogma. Good flick. Though I don't like the lacking of naughty bits flashed on the screen. That part when the Metatron pulls down his trousers and has nothing there always creeps me out no matter what. Blach.

Hmm I feels as though I had something else to blog about...pissit. I don't remember.

OH! Now I do, three minutes later. My Hodag. First off, do you know what a hodag is? No? Well how rude! A hodag is a fictional (or is it?!) monster that lives in the northwoods of Wisconsin. They look like a mix of a dinosaur and a dog, I guess. If posting pictures didn't piss me off so I'd do it but here...look at the link. http://members.aol.com/joviko/HodagScan1.JPG (and once again, hypertext? can't do it...) Anywho, the point of the Hodag nonsense is that at a gas station in Rhinelander, home of said monster, I was walking out and out of the corner of my eye I saw a stuffed bright green Hodag. I went back to the car and told my mom that while in there she could go ahead and buy me the Hodag, not really expecting her to.AND SHE DID! I was so happy it's almost embarrassing to say. I got my Hodag. Hehehe. Aw. I'm blushing.

Ooooh thought of another thing to say. Was looking through the laundry room for light bulbs and found this old shoebox so naturally I had to look in it. It was full of salt 'n' pepper shakers of different designs like squirrels, birds and black people. Yeah. Black people. I had to take them up to show my mom and she said they belonged to one of her grandmas. Racism displayed loud and proud with salt and pepper shakers. Good lord. Oh how the times have changed. Those shakers would not fly now adays.

K well, that's all I got. Buh-Bye!