Easter is the one "festive" Christian holiday that really loses its lustre once non-churchgoers grow up. I mean, if you've got 21 grams of Jesus in your heart it's a pretty big deal, what with all the resurrectin' and transubstantiatin'. But for the rest of us it just means no egg hunts and no candy because you're a grown-up and you might get a fat ass or type-2 diabetes. Just this morning I asked my mom to resume sending me an Easter care package every year. It was always so cool to get a box in the mail containing one (1) package black jelly beans; two (2) packages Reese's Peanut Butter Eggs; one (1) chocolate bunny; one (1) package yellow Peeps; and one (1) bag green plastic "grass." Next year I plan on caring about Easter again... either because I'm getting candy, or because Jesus will have been the higher power mandated by Alcoholics Anonymous. Either way, big ups Easter 2007, what what!
Peeps are, for some utterly baffling reason, a big deal in the blogosphere this spring. I suppose it's understandable, as they equal the Christmas fruitcake in a) seasonal ubiquity, and b) complete inedibility. Well far be it from me to buck any trends; I got a Peep link, and I ain't afraid to use it. Thanks to Siobhann for this trenchant scientific inquiry into Peeps and substance abuse. For the curious, more Easter candy information is available here (via BoingBoing).
Speaking of eating, I hate cilantro very much (even more now, as the cilantro/coriander distinction recently caused me a good deal of intellectual embarassment). Well I am not alone!
Two things to enrich your week:
1. Stereogum has posted 13 different covers of Neil Young's "Cinnamon Girl." (The Radiohead cover is especially rockin'.)
2. The South Park goth kids rail against the conformists. Who needs Barbie love, indeed?
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