That ... that flash of lightning!
That deafening peel of thunder!
Was that the sound of God striking upon the anvil of creation? The Hammer of Thor striking against the unmoving chest of Superman? Was it the crackle and pop of Madonna's bones moving underneath her deceptively youthful appearance as she rose from her slumber and headed for her unitard closet?
Have we witnessed The birth of a new sun? The shimmering light of the Hadron Collider as it ramps up to devour us all? Was that a firework detonating within the supple eye socket of a foolish child?
Hark! Gentle readers, that cataclysmic event was the slippery birth of
another damn Monday.
Anyone remember when the Borg assimilated Captain Picard and the world appeared doomed? That felt like a Monday.
That time Magneto ripped the Adamantium out of Wolverine's body through the pores of his skin, kicking off years of comics in which he was kind of a wuss? That felt like a Monday.
You just know that Anakin decided the Dark side was the bee's knees on a Monday.
And when Jesus was like "I'm hanging on a tree right now 'cause y'all don't wanna get along" - totally Monday.
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After your Armageddon post last week, I initally thought today's picture of lightning and flood might have been taken from out your bedroom window...
And Paul Newman's dead. What a lousy start to the week.
Yeah, that sucks. He was a giant amongst men.
Um, wasn't Jesus crucified on a Friday? Hence the taboo about eating meat each Good Friday? Saturday He was dead, then on Sunday He was resurrected, so by Monday He was probably hanging out with His Dad in Heaven. But I could be wrong, especially according to your Evil Monday theory.
I actually like Mondays though. Today is Monday (as you've observed) and I've finally worked out how to leave a comment. Wonders never cease.
Well I must assume that the whole Jesus dying on Friday thing is a vast conspiracy. After all, the knowledge that our saviour was strung up on the unholiest of days would no doubt be the straw that broke the camel's back, and may well plunge our society into abject chaos.
It's easier to swallow on Friday, because you feel bad for the dude, but you've already got one eye on the weekend.
But there is a silver lining to Monday ... I had an excellent penut butter sandwich.
It's good to hear from you ... whoever you are!
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