I have been looking and looking online but it looks like the pamphlet on Satanism that Z brought home from work the other day was a print-only dealie. It was sitting on the conference table, and seemed deadly earnest, just like those What Has Jesus Got In Store For Me ones you find sitting on the seats of the bus, only it was in black and white, the illustrations were gorgeous, and it said, "What Can Satan Do For Me?"
It was a tri-fold pamphlet printed slightly glossy, black and white, and had a number of Biblical quotes about how great Satan is. It had an explanation of how Satan was created by God as his adversary and so isn't bad at all, and so on. It even had that old saw about how many more people God kills in the Bible than Satan. (Approximately one million to seven, as I recall.)
Just from the style of the (gorgeous) illustrations, Z surmised it came from one of the local tattoo studios-- Blue Moon Tattoo, who are practically our neighbors and also are in my good books because they paid for a half-page ad in the bout program at our last roller derby bout.
But there was no explanation offered. All we can think of is that they handed them out for April Fool's, as it seemed to, well, logical and clean-cut to be real Satanists, you know?
I kept it for a couple of days.
But then this morning I finally wrote the check to My Financial Advisor (i.e. my brother-in-law, who needs clients; anyone looking to invest, he works for A.G. Edwards and is licensed in five states, and has to build a stable of clients now he's just starting out...) and I didn't want to just stick a check in a semi-transparent envelope, as I'm a bit paranoid that way. I didn't have time to write a letter. What did I have lying around that would be entertaining? A card-- but that would require additional postage, and I'd feel obligated to write on it. Hmmmm....
Ah yes.
So I just sent my brother-in-law a check for ten grand, wrapped in a tri-fold pamphlet on Satanism. And no note, of course.
I'm more like my mother every day.
[That's my mom's usual trick. She'll send you something totally random and then not enclose a note or anything. There have been times I haven't been able to figure out who it's from either. And there I am holding a pair of thong panties or a spatula or some socks or a meat thermometer that just came in the mail with no warning and usually not even a prior conversation giving warning, and I'm like, ... what?]
I am suddenly so interested in my brother-in-law's career because I'M GOING TO BE AN AUNT, which is ridiculously exciting. Yee!!
I'd been half-expecting this ever since the memorable O It's Christmas And Katy's Ovulating [In The Next-Door Bedroom And Their Bed Squeaks {A Lot}] experience this winter, but you know, it's one thing to half-expect something, and another for it to actually happen.
I won't be an aunt for approximately 30 more weeks, but I gotta get a big head-start on being excited, you know?
It was a tri-fold pamphlet printed slightly glossy, black and white, and had a number of Biblical quotes about how great Satan is. It had an explanation of how Satan was created by God as his adversary and so isn't bad at all, and so on. It even had that old saw about how many more people God kills in the Bible than Satan. (Approximately one million to seven, as I recall.)
Just from the style of the (gorgeous) illustrations, Z surmised it came from one of the local tattoo studios-- Blue Moon Tattoo, who are practically our neighbors and also are in my good books because they paid for a half-page ad in the bout program at our last roller derby bout.
But there was no explanation offered. All we can think of is that they handed them out for April Fool's, as it seemed to, well, logical and clean-cut to be real Satanists, you know?
I kept it for a couple of days.
But then this morning I finally wrote the check to My Financial Advisor (i.e. my brother-in-law, who needs clients; anyone looking to invest, he works for A.G. Edwards and is licensed in five states, and has to build a stable of clients now he's just starting out...) and I didn't want to just stick a check in a semi-transparent envelope, as I'm a bit paranoid that way. I didn't have time to write a letter. What did I have lying around that would be entertaining? A card-- but that would require additional postage, and I'd feel obligated to write on it. Hmmmm....
Ah yes.
So I just sent my brother-in-law a check for ten grand, wrapped in a tri-fold pamphlet on Satanism. And no note, of course.
I'm more like my mother every day.
[That's my mom's usual trick. She'll send you something totally random and then not enclose a note or anything. There have been times I haven't been able to figure out who it's from either. And there I am holding a pair of thong panties or a spatula or some socks or a meat thermometer that just came in the mail with no warning and usually not even a prior conversation giving warning, and I'm like, ... what?]
I am suddenly so interested in my brother-in-law's career because I'M GOING TO BE AN AUNT, which is ridiculously exciting. Yee!!
I'd been half-expecting this ever since the memorable O It's Christmas And Katy's Ovulating [In The Next-Door Bedroom And Their Bed Squeaks {A Lot}] experience this winter, but you know, it's one thing to half-expect something, and another for it to actually happen.
I won't be an aunt for approximately 30 more weeks, but I gotta get a big head-start on being excited, you know?
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Date: 2007-04-05 03:08 am (UTC)he probably thinks you are trying to bribe him into joining
are you investing all that $?
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Date: 2007-04-05 07:32 pm (UTC)Man, I'm gonna give up this career and be a bartender/waitress. Cuz I'd love to have $10,000. To invest, even. *sigh*
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Date: 2007-04-06 04:54 am (UTC)I'm feeling kind of broke now, especially as I really really really want to quit my job and say fuckit to all of it, and just live off my savings a while.
Noooo, I have plans for all of those.
But my job sucks.
But yes, you can make a lot more money bartending than you can reportering. At the entry level, at least.