Don’t forget about the Holy Ghost. Never forget. You’ll regret it.

I’m getting around slower than I’d like this morning. And this makes me upset. I’m getting upset. Quick, play some Wesley Willis before I head-butt someone. Or buh-butt them. Oh, and if you don’t know Wesley’s work, just know it is not work safe.

Yeah, that’s better. If you love Wesley Willis as much as I do, then watch this. It will warm your heart a little bit.

He’s getting loogies in his throat. Somebody get him a bag of Doritos.

But we didn’t come here to talk about Wesley Willis. We came to talk about the Holy Ghost. I know that there’s not much of a difference for some of you, but to me there is a big difference. For one, the Holy Ghost doesn’t have a giant calcium deposit in his forehead (fronthead?) from head-butting people at his concerts. At the Holy Ghost’s concerts, there will be no survivors.

I bet you are wondering about why I am talking about one, usually the least appreciated, of the Holy Trinity. Well, you see, there this a church in town that has this on their sign out in front of their building:

And it worries me. It could just be me, but who would willingly go to something that sounds like the participants will die a gruesome death at the end? I mean, I saw Ten Commanments and Raiders of the Lost Ark and I know what happens to those who fuck with the HG. Your skin gets stripped off of your body and you flail around in agony until blood loss overtakes you and your soul gets sucked into a golden box that’ll wind up sitting in a government warehouse. No thanks. I think I’ll pass on that one.

On the other hand, I could be misinterpreting the sign completely. This could be an advertisement for a garageband. Appearing nightly, from February third through the eighth, Ukraine’s premiere klezmer Reverend Horton Heat cover band, the Holy Ghost Explosion Revival! In that case, I used to play flute for Holy Ghost Explosion Revival, back when they were a Jethro Tull cover band.

As it turns out, I could have slept in yesterday. We had archery at the butt crack of 10am just so that the Rev. Dark Wombat could put the moves on some cute waitress. The same waitress who called at 9:45am to bail on archery due to illness. Not this kind of illness, but that kind.

I could have slept in. But no. Same for today. If I had known that I’d be dragging ass this morning, then I’d have just stayed in bed. Hindsight is a bitch sometimes. Anywho, I’m gonna go read about Galileo and eat tacos. Enjoy your day off. If you have one. More soon. ~SC