Barnes and Nobel has an electronic publishing service called “pubit” and that just sounds nasty to me. Coming as it does on the heels of the Playboy app being accepted in the iTunes store, I am starting to wonder what the hell this world is coming to. Hand held devices were the last bastion of wholesome entertainment left in this world. I really don’t want to introduce a new level of speculation in regard to what the guy sitting next to my at sbux is looking at on his Nook.
Especially since, in this town, that guy is all too likely to not have showered in the previous 24 hours and decided to wander down patchouli lane instead. It’s been a little while since I smelled so much stank, but today has given me a bumper crop of hippie funk. Seriously, people, this is not 1998. Enough with the second coming of Woodstock thing.
Not to mention the second coming of the second coming. Or maybe it is the third or fourth or who knows how ever much coming. Apocolyptic prognostication among fundamentalist Christians are like genital warts among college students. Everybody’s got them, but not everyone talks about them. In fact, I think the subject is kind of gross. The subject of armegeddon, of course. I have been to college, after all.