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I think the strangest thing about Brit Hume’s assertion that Christianity offers the only chance for redemption is the underlying assumption that all religions have a need for redemption. I don’t know enough about Buddhism, but as an atheist who never got any sort of religion,* I can tell you that the idea of the Fallen Man isn’t necessary to live your life.

Also, the Daily Show is still genius, goddamn. Glad to see them back.


*Maybe Star Wars, but as a metaphor.

Deck The Halls With OH GOD

You know, far be it from me to criticize my family’s holiday traditions, but I have to say that the Annual Christmas Plumbing Disaster is probably the worst one we have ever come up with.

I mean, sure, the holidays bring people together, but last year it was while we were barricading the driveway against the waterfall up the hill created by a burst water main, and the year before that we got to strengthen familial bonds as we steam-cleaned the carpets after the sewer backed up, and the year before that we got to join in a communal potty dance when the toilets just kinda broke.*

I was hoping we’d decided just to skip it this year, but no—it was simply fashionably late. But this week it showed up, in the form of Backed Up Sewer Part 2.

Let me just say that it’s a good thing we got new towels for Christmas, because all the old towels are … well, let’s say they were on the front lines.

Given the somewhat obscure nature of the disaster, we had two possibilities: either we would have to flush out the pipes and unclog the mess, or we would have to DIG UP THE WHOLE DAMN BASEMENT.

Today, we are trying Option A.

I am really hoping Option A works, because let’s face it, if this drags on for weeks and includes taking Dad’s Giant Entertainment System and the Sewing Corner apart to jackhammer the basement floor, going to the laundromat and doing the dishes by hand, and finally recarpeting the stupid floor and setting everything back up, I tell you, I don’t think I can take all the family togetherness.


*If you want to expand it to the Annual Christmas Utility Disaster, you can also add the year we spent three days in the family room sleeping in sleeping bags, playing Clue by candlelight, stuffing the pets down our vests to keep both pet and boobs warm, and eating cold canned food.