Pensees: The New Look

What is that in the upper left corner??

those things in the upper lefthand corner are some highly intuitive neurons. this kind is a rare specimen these days, found only in the cortex of trolls. the bright spots are *biffs* and *pows* and *zowies* and memories of the stimulating conversation and chimichanga bliss occasioned by visits to don pablo’s.

I thought maybe it was an ink blot—you know, to help us determine whether or not we are really fundamentalists.:)

Wow. You can tell where I work. I’ve been wondering for a couple of days why you have a diagram of the beginning of Alzheimer’s plaque growing in someone’s brain on your blog header.
:-)

Oooh, I get it, Lyn….
I do see an uncanny resemblance to a butterfly!
Or maybe it’s Cindy Sheehan… (?)

Now I’m embarrassed. I thought it was a close up of a crown of thorns. I wonder what Rorschach would conclude with that.

The idea of this being a Rorschach test for authentic fundamentalism is absolutely hilarious! I’m trying to figure out a funny article about that. Where are Joel Tetreau and Chris Anderson when you need them?

It doesn’t have the right look for a “fundamentalist Rorschach test.” One half would have to be all black, the other, white.

Well, whatever that thing is, it sure beats the image that used to clutter that corner of the blog. My eyes just let out a collective “Ahhhhh!”

I have been abused, degraded, pilloried, and mocked on my blog, but never have I been so insulted as tonight. My thought, Chris, was that people would mourn the absence of my picture. I’m in shock.

Bob,

In light of the Sheehan debacle at SI, I would like to offer my sincere apologies to all who believe it imprudent to treat a man of the cloth in such a manner. I’m ashamed.

With the utmost sincerity,
Chris

p.s. Scott, your question—What is that in the upper left corner??—has been on my lips for the last 9 months, friend.

p.s.s. Oops. See apology above. And I mean it this time.

Chris,

You are formally forgiven, but I must separate from you nonetheless unless you do penance by wearing my “PENSEES” t-shirt with my face imprinted on it to an FBF meeting. Anyway, why do you think I took my picture off? I kept getting “Dear Cindy” letters.

I’m also surprised that Scott who knows so much about aesthetics and beauty has so little to say about the downgrade from my picture to the neurons…. hmmm.

Finally, this bit of humor was sent to me via email from Lyn Marshall (I’m assuming she doesn’t mind me posting it):

You said, “The idea of this being a Rorschach test for authentic
fundamentalism is absolutely hilarious! I’m trying to figure out a funny
article about that. Where are Joel Tetreau and Chris Anderson when you
need them?”

Here’s my attempt (think “Frere Jacques”), and I hope this goes over
better than my last venture into humorous poetry. Perhaps Joy should
try? Oh, well, here we go—a one and a two and a

Rorschach ink blot, Rorschach ink blot,
Dormez vous? Dormez vous?
Tell us who are fundy, tell us before Sunday,
Who is who, who’s “true blue.”

Bob,

I’m not running to your aid on this one. I’d help but you know me - I’d get the spelling wrong on “Rorschach” and that would end my membership in “the club.” Chris has the “right stuff” on this one.

Blessings bro!

Joel

Wait a second, Joel. Are you implying we now have to recognize and remember how to spell “Rorschach” in order to be fundamentalists?

Stink.
I’m out.

Sister Joy,

You can still be a fundamentalist without the correct spelling of “rorschach.” Joy - just between you and me - this is very hush-hush info - there is a secret wing of the movement - very elitist group - they trace their lineage through a blood line of European Kings - the single most important issue for this secret fundamentalists society is that they all spell correctly “rorschach.” As a matter of fact this is the secret “rorschach fundamentalist society.” No one is really sure what happens when these guys get together - because once you enter their group - you either become one of them or you disappear - wierd!

You can typically spot these guys at meetings because they are the ones who really only talk to each other. They don’t like mixing with other “types” of fundamentalists. They think we don’t know they exist - but we know. I understand they have a secret password - It’s the Latin word for “Machen” - transliterated in German - spelled backwords - guess what that comes to - As my California friends would say - Wow - Dude - “rorschach!”

Joel

Joel said: I’d get the spelling wrong…

Joel, I thought you’d appreciate Larry’s recent joelism (which he has since edited). He did it at the most inopportune time, too! Nothing worse than making errors while mocking errors.

(On that note, I spell-checked this post 3 times.)

Chris

Picture? Spelling?

I’m still reeling at the revelation that Bob’s blog title is pronounced pohn-SAY, not PEHN-seez.

Chris,

That’s funny - Please tell Larry I feel his pain.

Joel