I felt it my duty to share a link to the internet site of Ted Jesus Chris God. Of special note is photo gallery 21, and the long story of how the perfect Cindy was stolen from him by the evil Husband.

Also according to the word:

Tedians are to PAY their Taxes TOO and this to The Earthly Kingdom of God and this is to be sent for now directly to Ted Jesus Christ GOD and made out to Ted R. Kurts and paid a GIFT that HE does not have to calculate or account for or pay usa taxes. This is to be ANONYMOUS for SECURITY REASONS and via a Cashiers Check or Money Order or Some other Anonymous Instrument to Ted R. Kurts. The Hosts will DO the Accounting.

I never realized modern gospels had things so sewn up fiscally.

Courtesy of the Democratic Congressional Campaign Committee (who?), welcome to Tom Delay's House of Scandal.

At least I'm consistent.

Earlier in the week, I happened to click on a link that took me to a site with old Estonian TV commercials. This one is particluar is pretty bizarre. Since then, for some reason I haven't been able to stop thinking about it, so thought I'd share it with you all.

What the heck is this all about? Some kind of beef and chicken patty? But it comes in white square packages? And are those croutons on the outside? What's with the women in the restaurant? And who, exactly, is Harry Egipt?

Here's another one - can we say “NIPPLES”? And another. Man, this is bordering on underage pornography. And here's a link to the whole canon.

There's more going on here than meets the eye. Wonder if Crispin Porter has an Estonian office...?

UPDATE: While researching through google, I ended up linking back to this site and realizing that BigFatCreative posted about this waaaay back in February. My apologies for the repeat post - don't know how i missed this! But worth the bump.

"So this is the Bachelor's life."
--Phil, just before taking part in a coked-up threesome at 8:30 in the morning with his buddy Eddie and a teenage runaway given to them as a "care package" by their friend Artie.

Yup, the bachelor's life...if the bachelor lives in Brentwood, maybe.

The best thing about Hurly Burly is the cast; each character a case-study in excess and self-indulgence. Eddie, Mickey, Phil and Artie, played by Ethan Hawke, Josh Hamilton, Bobby Canivale and Wallace Shawn (remember him, the Sicilian bandit in Princess Bride), are all friends connected through the film industry. Their conversations revolve around themselves and the women that should worship them. ("She hates you, me, AND Mickey...that's it, she hates men!") With the women in the cast being treated more like accessories than people

All the actors do a great job at bringing their charcter's neuroses to life. My personal favorite is Phil. If you mix Big Pussy from the Sopranos with Lenny from Of Mice and Men, you get Phil. He spends most of his time asking for sympathy from his buddies over his relationship woes, and they oblige up to and beyond the moment they find out he beat the crap out of her the night before. Canivale does such a great job crossing the line from self-pity into outright rage, I swear there were times I thought one of the veins in his neck was gonna pop.

Ethan Hawke and Josh Hamilton are also really good as casting agents who share an apartment, as well as other things. When you walk in the theatre, Hawke's Eddie is actually passed out on a couch, butt crack in view. At that point, you know he's gonna be a lot of fun, and Hawke does not disappoint. And aside from the fact that I thought Josh hamilton was doing a Kevin Spacey impression, he's the source for some of the best deadpan lines of the show.

Obviously, with a running time over three hours, and characters given to long speeches that are short on substance, there were times when my mind would drift into wondering things like "what are they packing into that bowl when they smoke it?" But overall, a play definitely worth seeing.