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Lazy Time Reblog Sunday: Skeptical South

People who ask me what I believe often walk away confused. Tell someone you're an Atheist or one of the many forms of Theist and they know where they stand. If you're not particularly lucky, they're standing near a handy pile of stones just made for throwing. Tell them your Agnostic, however, and they end up staring at you in confusion, frozen mid throw, wondering just what the hell you're talking about.

An Agnostic, according to Wikipedia, isthe view that the truth values of certain claims—especially claims about the existence or non-existence of any deity, as well as other religious and metaphysical claims—are unknown or unknowable. An Agnostic doesn't believe or not believe. Simply put, we're the fence sitters of the theological world, waiting to see how it all turns out before we give a decisive opinion. There are many types Agnostics. Some believe that if a god or gods do exist, it would be impossible to know or understand them. Others believe that if gods …

Sh*t Massage Therapist Say

I Think I've used all of these. Except the ones having to do with chi. I don't believe in chi. I believe in pure awesomeness, which is what I am when I'm rubbing your shoulders. And I don't sniff Tiger Balm like it's glue or some shit. I sniff Biofreeze. 'Cause that's what my spa carries. Otherwise, I'd totally be tripping on the Balm...tripping Balms...heh.

Doomtown Theater Presents: A Thief in the Night

Wasn't feeling well last night, so I didn't have time to post a Lazy Time Reblog Sunday. Enjoy this Doomtown Theater presentation ofA Thief in the Night instead. If you plan on emailing me telling me I'm the whore of Satan and how I'm going to burn in hell for all eternity, be aware that I reserve the right to blog our correspondence, and I will make fun of you mercilessly. You can find this masterpiece on Storify as well as Skeptical South, a blog for people who will probably not be taken up in the rapture. In other words, the cool kids.
Join me in less than 5 minutes for my live tweet movie review of #AThiefintheNight brought to you by #DoomtownTheater — Karen Williams (@karmagrl31276) August 21, 2014
Because as we all know, there’s no better way to save souls than scaring the living crap out of children. #AThiefintheNight#DoomtownTheater — Karen Williams (@karmagrl31276) August 21, 2014
Patty wakes up from a nightmare to discover the horrible truth: She’s in a bad r…

Lazy Time Reblog Sunday: Thug Notes Presents: The Giver

A couple months ago, I went to see How To Train Your Dragon 2 with the hubby and was happily surprised when they showed The Giver as one of the opening trailers. Then I realized the entire thing was in color. If you've ever read the book this movie is based on, you might understand why I felt somewhat deflated. A second trailer came out recently that showed that while some of the scenes are indeed in black and white (leaving me to suspect someone in editing decided to digitally alter a few scenes after a bunch of online bitching), there are still a few deviances from the book that make me wonder if this isn't going to be another World War Z fiasco. And I don't care what Max Brooks says. The movie version of his book was shit plain and simple. Brad Pitt can just suck it.

In honor of Lois Lowry and her wonderful book (and hopefully her equally wonderful adaptation...knock on wood), this week's Lazy Time Reblog is brought to you by Sparky Sweets, PhD. Dr. Sweets is the hos…

Lazy Time Reblog Sunday: How To'sday by tadelesmith

The beauty industry has been going crazy lately-in other words, business as usual-with something they're calling "thigh gap" mania. A thigh gap is when you're so thin, you could clinch your legs tighter than a virginal nun trapped in a whore house and still see the fat ass standing behind you. And if you don't have a thigh gap, that's what you are. A fat ass. At least, that's how the world in general makes it seem. Because Gods forbid a woman should look like a normal human being with actual mass.

I've seen women with thigh gaps, and I have to tell you, I don't see the attraction. I guess it comes in handy if you need a cup holder or something. Whatever. If you are one of the "lucky" few to be thigh gap prone (i.e. skinny to the point of skeletal), more power to you, but I prefer a little more meat on my bones. For those of you out there who are not thigh gap prone (i.e. big and beautifully flabby like me), that want to jump on the crazy …

Doomtown Theater Presents: Frozen

When the ladies at the spa where I work found out I had never seen Frozen, they were all like, "Damn, girl! You've got to rent it! It is SO good!" One of them even said it made her cry. I knew this wouldn't happen to me. No movie has ever made me cry. Ever. Not Titanic. Not Schindler's List. Not even Big Trouble in Little China-although, I must admit, I got a little misty eyed when Jack Burton finally got his truck back.

Darren had it on Blu-Ray so we both decided to hunker down to see what all the fuss was about. I didn't cry. I didn't even get misty eyed. When the girls at work asked what I thought of it, I shrugged and said, "It was meh." They were astounded, probably wondering what the hell was wrong with me. Every woman I've talked to about it since has said it's the best animated movie Disney has ever put out and they don't understand how I don't feel the same way. The word that usually comes up when describing it to me is &…

Lazy Time Reblog Sunday: Cry Plays

In an attempt to keep my post quota up to date, I've decided to make every Sunday a Lazy Time Reblog Sunday by posting cool stuff I find on the internet. This week's Lazy Time post comes from a faceless gamer going by the name Cryaotic. Cry plays various video games while delivering commentary with such comedic timing, he'll have you falling out of your computer chair with laughter. Or shaking your head at the foibles of today's youth. Either way, I blame him for renewing my addiction to PC games with this episode he did of Vampire the Masquerade - Bloodlines even though the game is buggy as all hell to the point of inducing rage every time I play. I'm even contemplating purchasing The Last of Us when I'm done with VtMB. If my husband hasn't locked me away in a padded cell for my own protection.

"Meet Our Therapist"...Doomtown Style!

My boss has been getting on me to make a bio for Balance Spa's Facebook page for ages, and I've only just consented to do it. I had been putting it off mostly because doing so would require me to have a picture taken of myself. Having a picture taken of myself would require me to wear makeup. I could go without, but doing so would cause one of the seven seals to be opened therefore heralding the coming apocalypse. I hear a river in China recently turned to blood. I'm not saying I had anything to do with it, but I wouldn't make any long term plans if I were you.

The bio was written by one of our lovely and talented receptionists, Rayme. For those of you wondering why I hadn't written the thing myself, read a few of my posts. You might notice a pattern. I can't seem to write anything serious without becoming sarcastic or goofy. That's just the way I roll. But I couldn't help tweaking Rayme's version just a bit to fit my own "fabulous" persona…