P’raps – p’raps not.
But there’s a good possibility he might just be passing through.
JOB
P’raps – p’raps not.
But there’s a good possibility he might just be passing through.
JOB

A nod to Kierkegaard and Walker Percy: existentialist tomfoolery, political satire, literary homage, word mongering, a year-round summer reading club, Dylanesque music bits, apocalyptic marianism, poetry, fiction, meta-porn, a prisoner work-release program.
Søren Kierkegaard
Walker Percy
Bob Dylan
Good Country People
Labora / Editions
Sutter's Casebook
Betty Duffy
Bitkin
By Way of Beauty
Charlotte was Both
I Have to Sit Down
The Onion
From Empty Hands
The Fine Delight
First Things
Dappled Things
All Manner of Thing
Gerasene Writers Conference
Scrutinies
Transcendental Musings
The Ironic Catholic
DarwinCatholic
Inside Catholic
Catholic and Enjoying It
Catholic Radio International
Bad Catholic
Universalis
Is My Phylactery Showing?
Quotidian Quintilian
The Lion & The Cardinal (Daniel Mitsui)
Babes in Babylon
Fort o' Tude
Ellen Finnigan
En pocas palabras
William Wilson, Guitarist Extraordinaire
Signposts in a Strange Land
Godspy
Godsbody
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TAGGED WITH: CATHOLICISH U.S. SUPREME COURT JUSTICES
Had an idea once for a story about two rival Supreme Court justices — one, an originalist; the other, a proponent of the ‘living Constitution’ — who moonlight as masked vigilantes with superpowers: Blackletter and The Penumbra.
Question: what does the Blackletter do? Engage his foes with withering sarchasm?
Penumbera is easy – he shoots down the bad guys with his Emanator.
Blackletter has guns built into his prosthetic arms.
The Penumbra’s powers are vaguely-defined mystical — yes — ‘emanations’.
I used to have a ’72 Plymouth Fury. Hardly a day goes by that I don’t curse myself for getting rid of it.
And my grandparents owned an airstream, which they parked on a concrete slab on their farm in Steelville, MO., where I spend my summers.
This post is saturated in nostalgia for me.
Thanks, JOB.