Showing posts with label ohio. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ohio. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Internet comment on historic preservation

I was just reading an article about a small historic village called Zoar, located near where I went to college in Ohio.  The piece was about the very real possibility that this one-of-a-kind place may be washed away due to a leaking levee.  Here is the first comment posted on this article, by user 'reelbigdave':

I've been on a visit to Zoar. Went to the Zoar Store. Paddled a canoe with a Zoar oar. In the museum, the even had a picture of the Zoarchestra. Then my wife stepped in dog poo and it smelled all day. We made fun of her. 

Thank you, 'reelbigdave'.  Clearly Zoar is exceptional and worth saving.

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Unexpected Nudity

I went to college in Northern Ohio, and got my first cell phone while there. Though I've moved many times since graduating, I've retained that number. As such, I tend to get a lot of wrong numbers from methheads in rural Lorain County who are too effed up to dial the phone properly. This morning, however, I got something new - a wrong text from some in the 440. And it was photo text! In fact, it was a SLIDESHOW photo text, a feat I did not even know was possible. The text flashed through five photos of topless women with gargantuan, out of proportion, no way those ever occured naturally breasts. I'd not yet had my coffee - it was 6:48am - and all I could do was stare, wide-eyed, wondering what the hell was going on. The final photo featured the caption "today is national send a bud a boob day pass these puppies around".

Thanks? I am so disturbed right now.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Dear God! Literally!

Disaster from Southern Ohio, people. A six story tall statue of Jesus has been struck by lightning and burned to bits. The statue stood at the Solid Rock Church north of Cincinnati. I was alerted to this breaking news story by my friend Rachel, who hails from that part of the globe. She shared with me that locals refer to it as the 'Touchdown Jesus.' Let's take a look at why:


Yep, pretty much. This also reminds me of an old country music song my daddy used to sing, which was called "Drop Kick Me, Jesus, Through the Goal Posts of Life."

Rest in peace, Touchdown Jesus!