Wednesday, December 28, 2005


LOWER THAN A SHELLACKED CINNAMON BUN

Is there anything... of a lesser spiritual nature, shall we say, than getting your PR fix out of purchasing and displaying the image of the alleged mother of the alleged Jesus grilled into an extant grilled cheese sandwich, or the alleged Jesus himself burned into a factive piece of toast, or an actual shellacked cinnamon bun that's a dead ringer for Mother Theresa?

Yes there is something lesser: on Christmas Day you can steal the shellacked cinnamon bun that's a dead ringer for Mother Theresa.

4 comments:

Joy Des Jardins said...

You have to laugh at some of the insanity, don't you Robert?

Robert Brady said...

Oh, yes. Personally, I think the bun is cute as a kitten. And the Virgin Mary on the grilled cheese (just like her photograph!) cracks me up, till I hear of people kneeling before half a sandwich with a bite missing, when I just lose it...

Dalene said...

I, myself, am not that interested in grilled or baked foods, no matter the shape or vision, unless it is for the earthly pleasures of delicious intent in satisfying my taste buds yearnings. However, I have spent a delightful amount of time over the years stopping and staring up at billowing white clouds moving by on a canvas of bright blue sky and have seen epic images of horses thundering across the sky, wise long bearded old men, mother and child embracing, and many other enchanted transitory scenes. And it now occurs to me, what a capitalist simpleton I have been. Perhaps I should take my camera with me next time I anticipate the opportunity of meadow repose so that I might capture an EBay moment in digital clarity, should I sight cloud shaped divinity. Signed, Dalene in yet another eye rolling moment of sarcasm.
Seriously, I came by to wish you the very best in the coming new year...many many blessings Robert...

Robert Brady said...

And as many more to you in return, Dalene. Thank you.

(BTW, your cloud scheme would blow that grilled cheese virgin right off the marquee, for sure...)