
Parked outside the county courthouse in Spokane.

Parked outside the county courthouse in Spokane.

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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And it’s a Jag. I’m hot for that car.
The car definitely sizzles. It’s what I imagine an Opus Dei assassin would drive. And I was impressed that the guy left the driver’s side window rolled down when he parked it there. Fear of God, but no fear of man.
Are you sure the driver is a guy?
Yes, I pulled into the lot right behind him. He looked like the sort of fellow who’d be driving that sort of car.
Another bubble burst. Ah well.
‘At last, something beautiful you can truly own.’
Imagine that guy sitting on your jury.
I wonder if you dare
Convulsed and pale with worry
You’ll end up in ‘the Chair’
Imagine Sister Helen
Waving you good-bye….
Add an exclamation point on the end, and that message would make a great set of proximate-phalangeal tattoos.
How many fellows do you suppose wander into their local tattoo parlor and order up a set of proximate-phalangeal tats?
The scenes with this car (and driver Samuel L. Jackson) didn’t make the final cut of Death Proof.
I have it on good authority that Samuel L. Jackson doesn’t drive. He walks the earth.