Nicker on 13/4/2006 at 19:40
Or Happy Eastre if you prefer.
Hug a hare, eat an egg, screw in the fields. It's all good.
descenterace on 13/4/2006 at 19:50
If it weren't for the chocolate eggs on sale in every supermarket since about two months ago, I would honestly be able to say I hadn't noticed.
:p
IonosFear on 13/4/2006 at 20:22
eggs?
mxleader on 13/4/2006 at 22:59
Mmmm! Chocolate easter eggs! Mmmmmmmmm!
Azekiel on 13/4/2006 at 23:45
thought i might make an oversized chocolate phalus/a three day old corpse in celebration of the Real Meaning of Easter.
then i thought 'no.'
(and yes, ALL my posts from now on will be self-referential and innane. thanks for asking.)
Ulukai on 13/4/2006 at 23:48
Ah, Easter. I have not forgotten the sheer unbridled delight of being presented with several large eggs as a small boy; magnificent chocolate trophies wrapped in shiny foil and being forbidden to eat them all at once. However. These days I see it as a hugely irrelevant (to me) religious occasion turned into a bastardised marketing event.
"Celebrate Easter by buying these overpriced chocolate eggs!" Erm, how about no.
Thanks for the two days off work, though. GG Jesus.
Gestalt on 14/4/2006 at 15:39
Like Valentine's Day, I view Easter as a celebration of the fact that for the next week or so chocolate will be on sale.
jstnomega on 14/4/2006 at 16:48
Time for the once a yr Easter joke.
Have you heard? Easter's been cancelled.
Why?
They found the body.
LesserFollies on 14/4/2006 at 17:20
Easter was a HUGE deal to my Catholic family. It was bigger than Christmas, and we did the whole shebang: Palm Sunday, the coolest thing ever: you go to church and get palm fronds! (to swordfight with at home when your parents were't looking!); giving up something for Lent (every year I tried to make it broccoli, every year that was vetoed by my Dad); going to church on Maundy Thursday evening (the last Supper; Judas... I've heard theories lately that Jesus and Judas were actually best buds, and Jesus basically told Judas to do what he did). On Good Friday, we didn't do the stations of the cross, but I did always check for the apocryphal darkening of the sun around 3:00 P.M., when Jesus supposedly died (never happened, very disappointing). Saturday, the dyeing of the eggs! And finally Easter, the day of chocolate and peeps, special mass in the morning, everyone decked out, egg hunts both at home and at the grandparents', new outfits for my sister and me, ham for dinner. What a holiday.
These days I'm about as lapsed as a Catholic can be. Easter now means CADBURY CREAM EGGS, and that's it. But damn, those things are good.
nostalgia rant!
