Not sure why this has sparked my sudden interest, but the bad-seed-with-a-heart-of-Tracey-
gold, Mike Seaver
, we all grew up with (well maybe not all
) has evolved into the Evangelical Kirk Cameron
. This shouldn’t be news to anyone, but if you don’t believe me, click here
teaching his beliefs, he’s made a few films that help convey his message. His latest is a film called Fireproof
. The explanation, via IMDb
Capt. Caleb Holt lives by the old firefighter’s adage: Never leave your partner behind. Inside burning buildings, it’s his natural instinct. In the cooling embers of his marriage, it’s another story.
After seven years of marriage, Caleb and Catherine Holt have drifted so far apart that they are ready to move on without each other. Yet as they prepare to enter divorce proceedings, Caleb’s dad asks his son to try an experiment: The Love Dare.
While hoping The Love Dare has nothing to do with his parents’ newfound faith, Caleb commits to the challenge. But can he attempt to love his wife while avoiding God’s love for him? Will he be able to demonstrate love over and over again to a person that’s no longer receptive to his love? Or is this just another marriage destined to go up in smoke?
All in all, it may not be your cup of tea when you’re a fan of a cup of T&A, but this video gathering the highlights of the film is… cringe worthy at best. My favortite part is how instead of beating his wife, he destroys his computer. I mean, who uses CRT monitors still anyway? I guess it wouldn’t be as “dramatic” to smash a flat-panel monitor or toss a laptop.
This whole affair really got me wondering – am I a sinner for the things I watch on the internet?
Is it a sin to sing about masturbating in the future?
Is it a sin to watch people pretend to masterbathe masturbate?
Is it a sin to watch a Japanese alien wake up with morning wood?
Is it a sin to laugh at a Russian getting attacked by a dildo copter?
Is it a sin to research how the fairer sex can join in the fun of peeing while standing up (and writing their name in the snow)?
Well if I am… fuck it. As the G.O.A.T., Billy Joel, once said:
I’d rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints
The Sinners are much more fun…
I have never raced back to the office in such a hurry to post something so juvenile.
As I left a client, taking the back alley, across the street further down the alley, I saw this:
(Not So) Artistic Representation
At first, I wondered if it was a small child sitting on a ball, or if it was a person at all and my mind might be playing tricks on me, but nope! The being in question stood up and drew up their drawers. Yes! I had witnessed public… something… and I needed to further investigate.
I had already turned away from the alley, so the next step was to turn down the following street. Why such levels of curiosity? I needed to know, for some reason, whether it was a dude dropping a deuce (because it’d be gross that he didn’t wipe) or a lass writing her name in Sanskrit (which is still kinda gross about the whole wiping thing).
As I may my left turn in a hurry, I spotted the culprit taking her seat on the brownstone’s front steps. She was on her cell phone and it appeared, by my summation, not to be a new call! Movers were taking things into the house around her, so why didn’t she relieve herself inside?
Was she afraid of getting caught with her pants down?