A Sunday Triptych

[tealin]

I.
The kids in the pew closest to the choir having a contest to see How Much Noise Can Be Made In One Pew Without Actually Screaming.

II.
The magazine article titled (I am not making this up) "Flower of Scotland: Tartan Style and St. Margaret" ... sometimes it's hard to tell where reality lets off and satire begins.

III.
I thought my printer was posessed. But really all it needed was some quiet time to think about what it had done and be truly sorry for it.

Comments

[canisdoofus.livejournal.com]

Your printer sounds like it needs to either take a vacation or join a union. But as long as it doesn't start spinning its paper tray 360-degrees and vomits pea soup, I believe it'll be OK.

And ditto on the choir-thing! I'm Catholic, and at what was definitely the most BORING mass I have ever attended, I had kids crying all arounmd me, and the dudes to the back didn't shut up about their shares in the Stock Market for two hours! Just to add insult to injury, I guess. Kids, especially in such parts of the world where they neglect culture and art, have a knack for acting disrespectfully in such functions as concerts, ballets, and operas. But the real question should be, "where on God's Green Earth are these Moffats' parents?? And why don't they discipline them???"

[chinchilla82.livejournal.com]

They were probably the ones talking about their shares in the Stock Market. Kids only follow the example set by their parents. If I had acted like those kids did, my mother would have grabbed me by my arm and dragged me by the arm out of church and that would have been it for me. Luckily, I was a fairly quiet child, who really liked to listen to church masses, especially the pretty music.

As for the printer joining a union, probably not a good idea. Because then it might get the brilliant idea to strike. Like every single printer in the building I worked at this summer decided to. And the copy machines as well. It was pandemonium. Every time I would try a different floor's printer, the same exact problems would happen. And it wasn't just happening to me. I could almost hear the words "Strike! Strike!" under the whirring of the paper jam. *sigh*

[twirlynoodle.livejournal.com]

In my case, the kids' parents were sitting right there with them, trying as best they could to ignore them, and then trying to reason with them which only made things worse. "Be nice to your brother." "But I don't like him!"

I suspect a significant percentage of printers are already in some kind of conspiracy... though I don't think the rabid flailing of mine had anything to do with it.

Probably.