The Jezebel story about the clueless secretary was straight plagiarism.
Jezebel also got on it a couple of weeks after it initially made the rounds, so: both stolen and old.
On Horror Chick: Do Not See 'The Human Centipede' Unless You Are a Sick, Sick Puppy, And Even Then Reconsider
Like many of you, I have spent the week being morbidly fascinated by this movie, up to and including being COMPLETELY HYPNOTIZED by an animated gif someone made of the final seconds of the trailer, where you see the...thing in action. If you think you may need to break the hold the idea of the movie has on you, you might want to do what I did, which is read the plot synopsis on Wikipedia: http://bit.ly/2w6nsg
(Seriously: every bit of media I have consumed about this movie makes me feel like I've been kicked in the chest.)
"Better than we." -- Canada
Someone please send that to Douglas Rushkoff and that smug Park Slope mom from that "Frontline" a couple of weeks ago. (http://bit.ly/c3v07x)
The times we went to church when I was a kid (four- or five-month bursts, in between years of non-attendance), my dad used to fall asleep ALL THE TIME -- and before he met my mom, he was a Jesuit on his way to becoming a priest. He used to say he was meditating. He was not.
I sometimes think about what I miss about being a parishioner, like the sense of community and shared purpose. Mostly it's the singing, especially at Christmas.
Another lovely essay, Dan; looking forward to the next.
I've never been there, and after reading the VC write-up on it, I never WANT to go there. (Apparently, that image is one of a series of murals there.)