Our Heroine Illuminates the Difference Between Protestant Vs. Catholic Heaven

I think I may post this clip on my blog once a week forever, it is just that entertaining to me. I love the whole thing from start to finish, but this week, my favorite line is the first one, spoken by the dee-lightful Ned Flanders, "Bart and Homer can't go Catholic, the Romans have been separate from us since the schism of Lourdes in 1573 and that was about our holy right to come to church with wet hair! Which...we've since abolished."

I know, I know, I'll say it for you: I am such a geek! (but a well-accessorized one)

Who Made Our Heroine Love this Poem?

Fun with science and nature poems!


WHO MADE YOU FOR THE DARK?

Darkling beetle, black and shining jewel,
What jeweler could have formed you, with what tool?
What burr or jig or pliers set your shape,
On what suspended rod your armor draped,
On which round mold your head and thorax bent,
For whose joy were those elytra meant -
What burin graved the parallels that run
From point of wing to where the head’s begun?

Your mandibles that twist, your eyes that globe,
Your furred antennae delicate that probe
The galleries that run beneath the bark
Of dying trees – who made you for the dark?

Pavel Chichikov

Our Heroine Covets...

...this green gabardine trapeze shirtdress from Abaete. I love Abaete's simple, Mod-influenced shapes. I just wish their dresses came with a personal trainer equipped with a tough-but-fair program for toning my legs.

However, trainer or no, I intend to own this dress by summer's end and wear it with knee-high boots someplace fun: the Dunkin Donuts on my corner where I buy my morning coffee, the post-office, the place where I get my eyebrows waxed, the dentist, Church on Sunday, the movies, my Mom's house, the laundromat, my couch on Wednesday nights while watching Lost, and possibly even the gym, depending on how it wicks sweat away from the skin.