Welcome to the premiere edition of Urantian Sojourn Magazine, our latest effort at simultaneously blogging ourselves into oblivion, and regaining some semblance of a life fairly balanced between work and play. Here’s what we have in mind. Our “Table of Contents” below shows you what’s in this issue so far; starting out, we anticipate publishing just the cover story, hoping …
Not hot off the presses: Urantian Sojourn Magazine will debut soon, watch this spot. It’s a back to our roots via the blog thing, and yeah, we’re excited— just not blessed with enough time to getter done a month in advance. The original Urantian Sojourn Magazine was born in the tumultuous summer of 1990, as a satirical-political spear in the …
Holy effin’ balance sheets! “Accounting professors” kicking the asses off “art professors” when it comes to knowing God?!? Who knew…
If you are earning more than a million dollars a year and are complaining about a 3.6% tax increase, then you are by definition, a greedy asshole…
With a firm grip on her huge banana, Christine sucked on a camel and wondered out loud in her mind if mice with fully functioning human brains would even give her the time of day. . .
We can hope, can’t we? Yes we can. For all her crazy talk, Christine O’Donnell has finally managed to talk her way into becoming a nominee for senator in Delaware, running as a member of the Republican Party. Despite canceling appearances on the teevee talking head circuit this morning, early observations are that she can talk the talk; as for …
“I’m hoping the guy with horns doesn’t actually show up, but he could.” . . . And monkeys in jumpsuits might fly out your butt, too, Glenn.
