Letters from Kamp Krusty

Media Careers Launched Here

People always come up to me all the time on the street, and they're all like, "What up", and I'm all cool like that, and say, "What up", and then they're like, "Hey, we all want to know:  Where was your first job?"

People always ask me that, on the streets.

And then I show them this picture.  This is The Golden Prairie News in Assumption, Illinois.  I worked for the newspaper.

I got paid $4 a week.  My job:  Set stuff on fire in that burning barrel you see there to the left.

I took this picture when I was back this summer. They're still burning stuff in there, but I guess they found somebody else for that.

It's Neat to Have Options

And He Doesn't Even Wear a TIE!

Wall-E and Sex

Okay, I'm taking a sabbatical from my sabbatical, but I had to post this:  Wall-E is not about pollution.  It's about sexuality.  And not just any kind. 

Unmistakably.  From start to finish.  I'm not kidding. 

Watch it, and you'll see it.  Surely, people are already discussing this.  I did read one review that broaches it:  "This movie is really about finding a partner for life" -- but to pretend this sells the movie short on poetry.  It is very specifically, and very obviously, about heterosexuality.

"Eve" (of course it's "Eve"), pregnant with life, reminding a now-asexual society of its "directive", ultimately bringing children back to earth, with their own joyful directive, to bring order to earth through their own fruitfulness and works of restoration.

Wall-E is a lonely, hard-working Adam.  He models masculinity through-and-through, by sacrificing self in order for Eve to be what she was made to be, and do what she was made to do.  Others want to take the life growing in her and toss it down the garbage chute, in the name of protecting their lives of convenience.  (Does this ring a bell?)  But Wall-E, a true man, will protect the threat -- the life inside Eve, for which she was designed -- at all costs to himself. 

None of this can ba an accident.  If you view this as the typical eco-sermon, you didn't really watch the movie.  Wall-E is about male and female, re-creation, and the putting-back of Things-as-Intended.

It's so obvious that I'm sure others have written about it.  I saw the movie yesterday, so I'm only beginning to pay attention.

Kamp Krusty's First-Ever Theme Week: Gird Yourself

I'll be unable to post next week.  I'll be Christian Cruising.

So I'm going to time-release some posts, one each day, that will amaze and provoke.

I give you:  The Most Disturbing Album Covers Ever. 

A local paper brought up the subject, so I thought I'd hand-pick my personal faves.  I will not be here, but they -- they will not, can not, be stopped.  They are timed to upload themselves onto Kamp Krusty, punishing readers like a slow, time-release drip. 

The first Disturbing Album Covers drop on Monday.  Gird yourself.

Hands Down: The Funniest Joke Ever

I'm quite serious.  Shawn told this joke the other night on the back porch, and I couldn't stop laughing.  I was embarrassed,  because everyone else politely laughed for the requisite five seconds, and I couldn't stop.

I went home and laughed about it.  I couldn't sleep, I was still laughing about it.  I awoke the next day and told people at work.  I could barely get through the joke, and then they stared blankly.

For me, this simply must have been the joke the British used in the Monty Python sketch, a joke so funny it killed anyone who heard it, and was deployed against the Germans.

Typing it won't do, so I tell the joke below.  Don't bother commenting about how bizarre I am.  I know, okay?  But perhaps -- PERHAPS -- someone else will find this amusing.  It's been two days, and I can't stop laughing.

Yes, again:  I already know I'm strange.  Insert your own cricket noises.  But I still can't breathe.  I know:  I'm a freak.  I've never argued that.

Download joke.mp3 (570.7K)

Perry Christmas to All

Birthdays are Consumerist Distractions. And I Can't Stop You From Participating.

I'm not going to mention my birthday, which is Thursday.  Don't feel like you have to buy me anything.  Certainly not any old something I'd enjoy around the house, something that just suits me.

Besides, I know what you'd actually send.

So don't send anything to my workplace for my birthday.*

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* -- If everyone who reads this blog just sends me a dollar, I could buy some cool things.  Like, say, nine things.  At the dollar store.

Can't You See What Love Has Done?

One theme of this blog, besides toast, has been how people, even self-described non-believers, "get" the Kingdom of God.  And they yearn for it. 

...which is why most people love a video like this.  (And, I might add, why U2 resonates.) 

Thanks and HT to Bill Kinnon, who lives in Canada, but has rounded up enough computer access to have his own website, like many real Americans do.

For Your Weekend: Enduring Genius

I'll admit these guys creeped me out when I was little.  Then, I realized they ruled.  I would kill to have that phone ring, plus yip-yip guys impression, as a ringtone. I've got to figure how to do that.  (Read:  Some computer-smart person, please do this for me.)

I learned from the finest actor of our generation, and I learned what drugs do to people.

What prompted the S-Street search?  Carolyn and I were talking about the "Capital I" song, and I remembered another song -- the saddest song I've ever heard.  I'm not sure why this just kills me, but it does, and always did, even when I was six years old.  This is what I was looking for: