Monthly Archives: August 2008

I’m sure Landscape Architects are lovely people, but they must be idiots.

The only important thing they have to do is get paths in the right places.  Everything else is decoration – nice, but you can live without it.  The path is what gets you from the street to the door, which is the thing you can’t live without.

And they can’t even do that right.

How often do you walk around public buildings or campuses and see worn dirt trails between doorways, or across lawns, or around trees?  Worn dirt, while the official concrete path meanders around ten yards away.  This kind of implies that the landscape architect hasn’t entirely thought through what they’re doing.

Here’s  a tip, guys.  Look around.  There’s a corner people will walk around.  There’s the doorway.  Think about it, just for a second, before you get all designy.  It’ll save me getting muddy feet in winter.  Even better, go back after a couple of months and put a path where people are walking.  Instead of – as seems to happen around my part of the world – a fence or other barrier.

Now I’ve saved another profession from self-inflicted ruin, I’ll get to the question: why are they landscape architects, not gardeners?  They don’t really build anything, just plant it, and nature and so forth does all the rest.  Just wondering.

LaHay’s the guy responsible for those awful Left Behind books (and what’s probably worse, for thereby resurrecting Kirk Cameron’s career).  Apparently he’s looked into his magic eight-ball (or maybe his evil witchcraft crystal ball) and decided Obama isn’t the antichrist.  More about this staggering stupidity here too.  And yes, obviously I shouldn’t read this kind of thing since it gets me all worked up, but in my defense I accidentally followed links.

I’m having trouble taking this seriously, but then again I tend to have trouble taking any of it seriously.  Is this guy an idiot, or onto a good money-spinner, or an anti-Semite and closest racist like the other John Birchers, or does he really believe his own magic-mojo voodoo mumbo-jumbo?

That wasn’t the question.  

Let’s face it, a man who looks like this can’t be loved by god.  Remember those house elves from Harry Potter?

This is the question: LaHay and Dobby – separated at birth?

Seems another pastor’s got got caught with bits of himself where they shouldn’t be – in this case in his own hand.  Michael Guglielmucci has been claiming cancer and getting lots of nice donations in order to ‘cover up’ his porn addiction.  Setting aside the whole concept of a porn addiction, what did he need to cover up, exactly?  

And more fun.  There’s some confusion over what’s happening to the money he was given.  Headlines say he’ll give it back, but then you read closely and, oh wait, its going to charity.  Is his church a charity by any chance?  Add to the mix that dad is the boss, and that dad and his church took a week or more to get around to doing anything about this dire confession, and it starts looking like everyone’s winning but the suckers who gave him money in the first place.  (Think about it – they have a big forgiveness prayer-fest and everyone’s sorry, then they hand around the donation plate.)  Fortunately his wife is standing by him.  Isn’t that nice.  And by the way, the ‘porn pastor’ thing is News Corp’s alliteration, not mine.  Someone’s having fun over there.

Must be some pretty good porn, though.  Apparently it made him vomit blood and his hair fall out. 

This the same week as yet more Catholic priest schoolboy abuse is revealed.  It all seems to beg the question: are any of these guys actually not perverts, in some way shape or form, or are there only the ones who’ve been caught and the ones who haven’t?