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The anti-abortion people have upgraded. There's a two story structure in the brickyard, complete with multiple, six foot high, very graphic pictures of late term aborted fetuses.

You know, I've gotten used to every religion under the sun trying to convert us, and I even find the various preachers screaming that we're all going to hell rather amusing at times. It's free speech, after all. But I draw the line at something that makes me want to puke as I walk past. News sources self-censor to warn subscribers of disturbing images. Shouldn't the same apply to public discourse?

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I came home from a day of dismembered fetuses and assurances that yes, indeed, I was going to hell, to find my lovely roommate, dragonsprout, attempting to burn down the apartment. Well, I'm sure it wasn't intentional, but the effect was the same. There were flames. Large flames. In a frying pan. She had the presence of mind to transfer the pan to the (thankfully empty) sink, where the flames merrily danced higher than the faucet and we traded incredibly constructive comments such as "Oh, shit!" and "Do we have a fire extinguisher?" and "I don't know" and "I can't turn on the faucet, get me water!"

I'm relatively sure you're not supposed to put water on an oil fire, but fortunately for us the oil must have burned off almost entirely by the time I donated my drink to the cause. A splash of water, a leap of flame that touched the cabinets above the sink, and we were left with one very blackened pan and a lot of smoke. As we struggled to see the ceiling through the dark cloud, something occurred to me.

"Why didn't the fire alarm go off?"

"Umm, that's a good question."

Procuring a 9 volt battery has suddenly shot to the top of the list of things to do tomorrow...