To the General

Okay, so my good friend and cohort Kyle Armstrong, a.k.a. "The General" and "The Armstrong Express," wanted to know why his photo hasn't appeared yet, and for good reason. So these pics are for Kyle.
We have:
A) Kyle, who you would think from this photo has F.A.S., but due to the fact that his beloved mother doesn't touch alcohol, it must be due to something else. FIFA?
B) Kyle, Chauncey, Rusticles, Frazier, and myself
C) Kyle, with a cigarette dangling from his lips and polluting his asthmatic pleura

Sooooooooo, what did I learn today? Well, I learned that everyone is a heretic. This sounds untenable at first, but if you think about it, it's true. There is always someone else to whom you are a heretic. And there is always someone else to whom Heretic A would be a heretic. Interesting theory.
In other news, NO, I never had any encounters with this sick pseudoperson who they arrested in Bangkok for murder, child rape, and child pornography. Although I must say, I'm not surprised that Bangkok is where they found him. That place is a haven for the submarine walks of earth.

Quote of the day:
"In essentials unity, in nonessentials liberty, in all things charity."
I don't know who penned it, but it's spot on.

Rules: Bush's Chicken
Does not rule: People who are chickens

Why did the chicken cross the road? So he (or she) could be run over only to be reincarnated as a half-robot/ half-chicken on Seth Green's marvelous brainchild "Robot Chicken." Watch it now.

Don't forget your parkas tomorrow, I hear a nasty northerner is on its way.

All of my love,
Prof. Nords, Mdiv class of ...