grammar whore

this was a little present for jef—my first attempt at 8-bit stitching.

all in all, i’d say my hyper-conservative, cult-like christian upbringing did me one—and only one— favor: it taught me that when i’m unhappy, i should look within to figure out why.

granted, their reasoning was a bit off and gave my poor teenage self a horrible complex. but once i balanced the bullshit “original sin” doctrine with some healthy existential thought, things started to clear up quite nicely. and as it turns out, i really am a decent person capable of doing good all on my own, with no other motivation than wanting to be not-a-jackass.

i’m still recovering from the hearty indoctrination i got back then, but it could be worse. i could be perpetually unhappy and angry at the world and everyone out there who is keeping me down, taking advantange of me, causing me to sin, unraveling our social fabric, and generally preventing the world from being the idyllic wonderland the church teaches it should be.

still not worth a “thank you” to those crazy fucks. but it’s a little something.

nothing beats some good old theologically correct blasphemy.

(don’t believe me? check out john 1:29.)

chuck d would be proud… or very irritated.