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tfcocs

The First Church of Common Sense

by The Reverend Xenakaboom, The Ministress of Earthly Counseling

Account with Permanent package of service Created on 9 August 2003 (#1243048) Last updated on

Name:

Reverend Xenakaboom

Location:

Drexel Hill, Pennsylvania, United States

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The critics have spoken!

miintikwa: You always manage to find the humor in situations, and your writing style is probably the most unique of all the people on my f-list. I don't *know* that I could do this, but I think I could pick you out of a writing "line-up," so to speak, just because of your dry and awesome sense of humor. I love it!

brujah: Your snark and intelligence is what makes reading you as addictive as crack coated chocolate.

aamusedinatx: I mentioned the Reverend Xena Kaboom earlier this week. One of the great un-apologetics. She's a bitch first and foremost. An intelligent, funny, snarky, grown-up-about-it Bitch. I want to be her when I grow up. At worst I hope to offer myself up as an "altar girl" at the First Church of Common Sense.

walkertxkitty: You, girl, are a shining gem in a dung heap.

hasfartogo: Oh I just love reading your posts. Articulate, thoughtful and amusing.

anathemad:You live a rather surreal life.

texasts:I'm glad I added you. Your entries either make me think, or crack me up. And they are not mutually exclusive...

Reverend Xenakaboom, Ministress of Earthly Counseling for:

The First Church of Common Sense

Not the third, not the second, but the FIRST Church of Common Sense!

The Daily Show is the most important love...ever.

In the Summer of 2000, when Philadelphia was being overrun by Republican conventioneers and dangerous puppet mice riding unicycles in the street, I accomplished two great things:

1. The first was to infiltrate The Log Cabin club, and attend a cocktail party in the middle of the work day; and, the second:

2. I met Steven Colbert. In the flesh. He was short and slender, but a wisp of a man not much bigger than another of my celebrity pals, Weird Al Yankovic.

Yes, I encountered the mesmerizing Steven Colbert, at the time the Senior Religious correspondent for "The Daily Show", and now the Truth Seeker, the host of The Colbert Report. I was browsing through the Shadow Convention exhibit at the Annenberg Center, and, saw him standing next to me. He was mesmerizing. Puzzled, yet mesmerizing. We talked, but I can not recall what was uttered. I was in nirvanah.

The Colbert Report

The Naked Truth

Enough of this fan grrl crap! You aren't here to read about my conjugal visits with fake journalists. Not that I have ever conjugated a verb with a celebrity, unless you count....uh, never mind.

This journal will tell you everything you might want to know about me, and a few things you definitely DO NOT need to know (especially if you have good taste). Suffice to say that when I grow up, after I finish my doctorate and get a research job in a think tank, I plan to fulfill my dream of becoming a stand up comedienne.

By the way: yes, that icon is me.

About Friending

I am a LiveJournal whore; ask anyone on my friends list. I am a fairly prolific writer, and have firm opinions. My opinions are not iron-clad, however, because they can be swayed by rational discourse. I have LJ friends from all areas of the political spectrum, and accordingly, I do not "friend" people strictly due to our mutual posession of a particular shared political persuasion. Civilized discourse is the foundation for the educational process. I use the word "f***" fairly frequently, however. The bottom line is: I will friend just about anyone who friends me. I seek out new friends, too, if I sense there is a commonality between us in some obscure way. Don't be shy!