i saw the sparkly vampire movie. O_o
but i'm gonna shut up about it. neither the books nor the movie were meant for me to like them. they were meant for teenage straight girls to like them. not only am i not a teenage straight girl, i've never been one but who's to say if i were i wouldn't want a sparkly boyfriend of my very own so i should just keep my snarkiness to myself.
but it's hard.
cause the acting.
my god, the acting.
it's horrid.
ok. enough of that.
my reign of perfect health is over.
IT'S OVER!!!
it's too early for me to determine whether or not i'm going to die because of whatever i have but i can say this: being sick has its benefits. it'd been so long i'd forgotten that when you're sick laying on the couch wrapped in a blanket with a big glass of orange juice and a remote control in your hand is complete bliss.
*sniffle*

look at this.
the foot. oh my god the foot.
does this hamster want to kill me?
why do i feel an overwhelming desire to grab his little patita (little foot in spanish - to me it more accurately says "oh my god!!! LOOK AT THAT CUTE LITTLE FOOT!!!" than "little foot" - bear with me folks) and kiss it?  it's probably dirty and riddled with bacteria since i'm sure he/she has not qualms about stepping in its own feces but would that stop me? probably not. and it's all pink and stuff.
how does this stuff happen? why have humans evolved to love furry things with beady eyes? is this hamster somehow going to ensure my survival? is it advantageous for my genes to squee and pick him up and cuddle him? wouldn't it be better if i ate it? that would ensure i would live a while longer and give me a chance to procreate... hamsters have no redeeming qualities whatsoever. they're useless.. dogs bark when strangers come round wanting to kill you, lead blind people around, warn people when they have cancer, sniff out criminals and the drugs they try to smuggle in and out of countries, find victims of tsunamis, earthquakes, avalanches, tornados, etc., bring whiskey to you when you're lost out in the snow in that little barrel they carry on their collar (at least according to loony toons).   cats kill disease-spreading rats and.... well that's all i can think that cats do. sheez cats step it up. dogs make you look like lazy bastards. anyway on to the point. what do hamsters do? nothing. abso-fucking-lutely nothing. roll around in a wheel all day. that's not even entertaining. if you catch the first 2 seconds of the show you've pretty much seen it all. at least cats switch it up a bit - when they get something caught on their tail they go zooming around the room like their tail is on fire and not like there's only a piece of tape stuck to it. at least that's mildly funny.
so why then? why do i want to kiss this fat furry things foot?
because it's pink and cute and tiny. that's why.
shut up.
you know you squeed when you saw the pic.
ADMIT IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i finally saw that movie "happy-go-lucky".
aw.
:)
i love poppy.
i want a name like poppy.
who can't be happy with a name like poppy?
sally hawkins is a cutie. but way too skinny.
i hope it's not an eating disorder, that would make me sad.
i'm glad she won a golden globe for it.
that makes me happy.
here's one of my favorite scenes from the movie.


alas it is not what it looks like.
the movie would have been so much better if it were though. hee.

anyway...
i also just re-read fingersmith and so i had to see the movie (or series or whatever) again and now i have a thing for elaine cassidy.
so i was talking to a friend who also has a thing for her and she told me to watch harpers island because elaine is one of the main characters in it.
so i did.
or started to.
i watched 3 episodes because cbs had all 13 episodes on youtube.
just yesterday i decided to watch the 4th episode.
cbs has taken them all down.
great.
ain't that a fine howdy do?
just my luck.
the damned things have been on there all this time and just as i'm beginning to watch them: poof!
gone.
i want to be like poppy, i really do but i think i'm more of the crazy nutjob angry driving instructor.
can you blame me?
TOOK THEM DOWN!!!!
FUCK!!
now how am i supposed to find out who's doing all the killing?
nobody tell me!!!
i'm sure there's some other way to watch it.
it's a really cheesy show but i'll put up with a little bit of cheesiness any day if it comes accompanied by stuff like this.


good holy god.

AND she has an irish accent.
gorgeous + irish accent = hotness
it's kinda like when chocolate got together with peanut butter and became a reeses peanut butter cup.
like that but with boobs.
who can ask for anything more?

this crap is just inexcusable.
what happened to fetching a stick? huh dog? and you cat? don't smirk.. what happened to playing with a ball of yarn? in my day a cat got an old crumpled up brown paper bag and he was grateful for it!!!!  it's not enough that you guys get special made beds, toys, slip-proof food and water bowls, scratching posts, bedazzled leashes, i.d. tags shaped like bones or fish, walks, chicken leg and bacon shaped treats, you stay in the house all day in out of the heat/cold/rain/snow, you don't have to work to pay for your iams food, you don't even have to scratch because you don't have fleas, you don't have to bathe if you're a dog - you just have to stand there and someone does it for you!!! what the fuck? and cats you get your fur brushed for you so the licking is cut down to a minimum, which gives you even more time to sleep..all that and more. ALL THAT AND MORE!!! and you guys can't even sit like normal cats and dogs!!!  you cat, tuck your arms and paws under you like you're supposed to!!! dog!! what the hell? paws out in front of you, head to the side.... AND WAG YOUR TAIL FOR CRYING OUT LOUD YOU'RE A DOG!!!  think of your ancestors!! would a wolf be caught dead posing like that? NO! your great great great great great granpa would tear your larynx out of your neck if he saw you sitting like that. and cat. come on!!! who are you burt reynolds?  you come from lions!! cougars!!! freakin' sabre tooth tigers!!! show some dignity for gods sake.
sheez.
pets these days.
what's the world coming to?

tn_grrl  gave me the link to this video in her comments saying it reminded her of me.
we have since settled the matter that no, i do not look like a whale, she was reminded of me because i'm all she ever thinks about, night and day, day and night, she is obsessed with me. i don't blame her.
(ok, that's not how it went down but just run with it)
(i kid zappy dude, i kid, please don't hit me.)
anyway you should take a minute and watch it. it's awesome.


now i have a few choice words for mr. opportunistic.
what's up penguin? what's the deal? when i'm at the zoo tapping at the glass of your enclosure hoping to get you to take 2 seconds out of your oh so important day and just look at me you can't be bothered can you? oh no!!!! you're too busy eating fish out of a bucket or scratching your underfin with your beak aren't you? but let a couple of killer whales come for you and all of a sudden we're best pals and you wanna go zooming around on my boat with me huh? no penguin! NO. don't put your fin on my leg and act like we're buddies, i ain't buying it. look penguin just cause nature chose to make you look like you're wearing a tuxedo doesn't make you better than everybody else you know.. it's not a real tuxedo penguin! it doesn't even look like a tuxedo, it's just white and black .. uh...fur? i blame the cartoonists of the world for your holier than thou smug attitude. get over yourself penguin. get over yourself.

p.s. i just love how the penguin taunts the whales by jumping around on the edge of the boat.

p.s.s. tn_grrl   you're still in my thoughts.. hope everything is ok.

p.s.s.s. don't you just hate it when people write p.s.s.s.?

p.s.s.s.s. now i'm just getting ridiculous.

p.s.s.s.s.s. no really, i had something to say but i now i forgot....i think i lost my train of thought on the third ess.

p.s.s.s.s.s.s. i remembered! .....no wait..... dammit!

p.s.s.s.s.s.s.s. ok, really, i remembered, i wrote it down: i actually love penguins so no hate comments!

banana.   orange you glad i didn't say p.s.s.s.s.s.s.s.s.? oh wait, that's a knock-knock joke. forget it.

                            
look at this ugly son of a bitch. hey look mole i don't know what goes on underground but if you're gonna pop up here in polite society with the pretty people you're gonna have to follow what we seeing animals call rules. first off brush your teeth if you're gonna pose for pictures, no one wants to see that shit. second, put a hat on for gods sake you look like a penis with teeth. that's just ew. third: why the hell do you have eyes? get rid of them! you're blind!!! you don't see us humans parading around with tails do you? no, you don't. because we don't need them so we got rid of them, i think you should be polite enough to do the same. if not, stay your ass underground. and why are you so ugly? there are thousands and thousands of mammals that follow the cute rule: fur, big eyes, and cute paws. you failed on 2 out of 3... cute paws will only get you so far and your purplish naked wrinkly skin pretty much cancels out any cute-paw points you may get so in short naked mole rat: you lose at cuteness.
sort of.
cause
you
are
kinda
cute.

dammit all to hell go back underground and stop confusing me!!!!

                    

look at this thing! it's the worlds first computer mouse. holy cow. it's made out of wood! i don't remember what year the little article said it was from... 1964? 1974? whatever, it's old. and look at the button - the ONE button. ha. kinda scary innit? like if you click on the wrong button on the screen it would light up and make a big EEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! sound and simultaneously shock the hell out of your finger.
so take a good look at this picture all of you, and the next time you feel the need to complain about your optical laser ergonomic heated (yes, that's for you zappy dude) 18-button sleek space-aged looking wireless mouse - DON'T! IF YOU CAN'T GET A SPLINTER FROM YOUR MOUSE OR IT CAN'T BE EATEN BY TERMITES YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO COMPLAIN SO SHUT YOUR PIEHOLES!

and on a lighter note: how is everyone? :-)

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if you were given a choice to have a person or a band, living or dead, play a private concert in a small venue for you and your friends who would it be? for me it would be janis joplin. hands down, no competition
                        
i love love love her music and from what i've seen her live performances were awesome... mind you this probably wouldn't be one of my wishes if i ever run into a genie... you have to save those wishes for the really important things like a lifetime supply of ice cream or a really cool bionic arm that you can lift cars with, or, even better, win every tug-of-war contest you ever enter. how cool would that be? yes, very cool. but if the genie gave me like 15 or 16 wishes then i'd have to go with janis. i'd have to be specific though cause genies are sneaky - if you've seen that episode of the x-files you know what i'm talking about - i'd have to specify that i'd want to see her as she was alive otherwise it would be a skeleton singing and singing "maybe" would be impossible without lips...just try forming the word maybe without using your lips and you can see what kind of crappy concert that would be if the genie tried to get all smart-alecky with me. i'm on to their tricks though they can't fool me.

anybody have a banana? i feel like eating a banana.

back on the astronaut thing...now i mean no disrespect at all by saying this.. i have great respect for all the astronauts (with the exception of that crazy diaper wearing one) and what happened on both columbia and challenger was absolutely horrible and a tragedy but we all have to kick it sometime and if you gotta go, that's the way to do it. just KAPOW!!!!! here one second, gone the next in a big bang. again, i'm not making light of what happened i'm just saying that i want to go out like that...no long drawn out illness, no panic-stricken drowning, no extremely painful burning, etc etc.. that's why i think if i were in an airplane that was travelling over water and we were having problems and were going down and the pilot said he/she was going to attempt a water landing i would say the hell you are!! you better find a small piece of land somewhere and put this baby in a nose dive! i wanna go out with a bang, i don't want any single part of me to be recognizable 1/10th of a second after we hit the ground.... see i have a big fear of open water and if we attempted a water landing with my luck here's what would happen: i would be the only survivor, i would be burned by the fuel igniting on impact, i'd then drift away from the wreckage, for days sharks would be circling me, bumping my legs sending me in to a panic, i'd be starving and thirsty as hell, i'd be in pain.. and oh yeah, every second i would be screaming because I'M IN THE GODDAMNED OCEAN!!!! my burns would become infected, my skin would swell up and split from exposure to the salt water and sun (nice image that, isn't it?), a few jellyfish would come around and sting me once or twice a day because, well, jellyfish are assholes, we all know that..

then, THEN, i'd hear a helicopter... they'd find me after drifting miles from the wreckage.. they'd send in a coast guard rescue diver...he'd start swimming towards me, 2 feet away from me SPLASH!!!! giant great white shark comes out of the water clamps his/her razor sharp teeth on my leg, snaps it right off, swallows it, then grabs me by the torso, drags me down underwater and swallows the rest of me whole. i'd then survive inside the sharks stomach for a bit having to feel my severed leg floating around in there with me and then i'd die a slow death from suffocation, loss of blood, or being burned by its stomach acid or you know, however one dies inside of a shark stomach.

man that would suck.

happy thursday morning everyone!!! ... well as i said on yesterdays post, i was at my grandmas the other day and while i was there she had the tv on.. and of course it's tuned to a spanish station and of course it's tuned to a spanish station showing a spanish speaking soap opera...more on why i'd rather stick needles in my eyes than watch one of those later but for now here's this:


this guy is one of the actors in said soap opera..now i'm the gayest girl in the whole world but even i sat there and stared at the tv and thought "holy cow, that guy is gorgeous!!!"  i couldn't stop looking at the tv.. but in all fairness, if i'd been watching a nature show and they were showing a leopard i would have had the same reaction so it's not like i was sitting there thinking about jumping his bones or anything .. so i just thought i'd share the eye-candy with the straight chicas on my flist (and a couple of the guys) ... his name is william levy and i guess he used to be a model before he started acting in those ridiculous spanish soap operas because there are tons of pics of him on the net with his man bits stuffed in to a bananahammock.. you know, if you ladies are in to that sort of thing....

and just in case the lesbian police come sniffing around this journal and try to arrest me here's a picture of some boobs:

hola todos mis amigos ¿como estan?  i really should practice my spanish...i suck at it... don't know if many of you know this but i do speak spanish or at least i'm supposed to be able to... it's weird - i can understand it perfectly.. my mom and all my aunts and uncles talk a mile a minute and i can understand every word they say but i can't speak it very fluently.... which is my moms fault!!!! but i don't blame her on this one... she was made fun of as a child at school because she didn't know english so she didn't allow me and my brothers to speak spanish at home growing up, she wanted english to be our first language... but you know little kids, we picked it up from hearing her talk to her mother and sisters and friends and stuff so i guess my brain is wired for listening to it but not for speaking it. meh.   ....  ordinarily this doesn't really bother me.. the only time it bothers me is when i'm trying to talk to my grandma.. she doesn't speak english so i have to concentrate on what i'm saying and even then i probably sound really stupid.. but my grandma doesn't care.. she's a saint...how she spawned my mother, i have no idea but there you go..... AND all that to say: i was over at my granmdas yesterday and she told me a really cute story i didn't know:

she came to america back in the olden olden days ..like 85 years ago.. before you even needed paperwork i think... it was just her and her brother,  which is amazing to me because she was only about 13 and he was only about 16... how do you leave to another country not knowing the language, having very little money, not knowing anybody .. all when you're only 13???  .. so after they were here for a bit her brother wanted to go to school but he didn't want to go to any old ordinary school.. no he wanted to go to a private school because he thought he'd get a better education so he wheeled and dealed and got in to one but he didn't have the money for tuition so he used to pay for his schooling with 2 eggs a day. ahahahahahaha... he used to give the headmaster or whatever my grandma said he was called 2 eggs a day.. one for him and one for his daughter... sheez.. he must have been a pretty smooth talker .. 2 eggs?? that's not even enough for an omelet!! and that was for 2 people!! and what was the actual tuition that they let him pay with eggs, a dollar  fifty a year? .... hmmmm.. maybe he payed the daughter with more than just eggs...hm hmmm?? of course i didn't tell that to my granmda. remember, she's a saint.

oh shoot, i hear the ice cream truck!! gotta go!!

if you're religious at all don't read this entry cause you'll hate me. and that's not very jesus like.

ok.. now, i'm not religious at all but i have read the entire bible except for psalms and there are a lot of parts that i am a wee bit confused on....not that i don't understand what's going on, i just don't understand the logic of it all... one part that always baffles me is the book of job:

so there's job, nice guy, not bothering anyone, just tending to his goats and whatnot and along comes god and satan and they start to talk about him:

god: so what do you think of old job over there bananagum.. i mean bean-and-rum...no..
satan: it's beelzebub!
god: ok, whatever beetlebum...what do you think?
satan: well i think he worships you because you've only given him good things...take that stuff away and he'll curse you
god: no way!! job loves me!!! he burns rooster and stuff for me
satan: wanna bet?
god: sure!!! (you know, cause god's a bettin' man of course)

so god, being the loving god that he is, tells satan to do whatever he needs to but just not to touch job which i guess means just don't kill him but feel free to turn him into a hideous boiled covered freak because that's what he does .... he also takes all of jobs goats and cows and whatever other livestock he has and AND kills all his children!!!! all 10 of them!!! now, they're jobs children but by default they're gods children too.... what the hell god??? that's not cool!!!!

so after all this has been done, jobs sitting there in his pus and his wife is pissed off and here comes 3 of his friends... they sit and say nothing just let job rant about all the crap that's happened to him... eventually though they talk to him and they talk for like 7 days and in the end job passes the test and doesn't curse god and blah blah.. that's not the point here.. or not my point..

so after all that god says "ha!! see there bubblegum??!! in your face, IN YOUR FACE!!"
satan: yeah yeah
god: catch you later beaconbung.
satan: IT'S BEELZEBUB!!!!!

now this story supposedly has a happy ending because god rewards job by giving him twice as much livestock as before and ten more children and as an added bonus his daughters are beautiful and they even get an inheritence!!! oh well then it's all right that you killed all my other children .. i mean beauty and money is where it's all it isn't it??   i don't know about you but if i knew of a person that let someone kill his own children to prove a point or win a bet i would be appalled ... that's like the worse father ever!!! and it's not like he didn't know what was going to happen.. god is all-knowing!! he knew what was gonna happen and he still let satan kill those people to prove a point and win a bet!!!! what the hell? so if you're religious and you pray all the time, what's the point? what if god is playing craps with some of the apostles and he loses? bam! car crash you're dead... let's just hope god doesn't go to vegas anytime soon or that could be world war 3 right there.  come on god!!! be the bigger man... satan was just trying to goad you in to taking the bet and you fell for it!!!! walk away next time god... walk away.

and that concludes my biblical story for today.. next installment: uzzah and david and why uzzah got the fuzzy end of the lollilop.

okay as promised, here she is, the worlds smallest dog. trust me, this picture doesn't do her smallness justice. there's really nothing to compare her to... i suppose that cup is one... she's about the size of that cup... but really, if you saw her, you'd be amazed... she's about the size of a 3 week old kitten.. or a large rat. oh and i talked to my cousin yesterday and they took 7 of her teeth out.... HAHAHAHAHAHAHA... i shouldn't laugh. poor thing. i once had a cat that i loved and what my screenname is all about who all my friends used to make fun of ALL the time. i thought she was beautiful. they all said she looked like she belonged in a burn unit at the hospital. : (     stupid friends.

i saw a list on things learned from this movie on imbd so i decided to make my own:

15 things i learned from The Strangers:

1. if you turn down your boyfriends proposal, he has no problem leaving your ass in the middle of nowhere to go buy a pack of cigarettes.
2. if you're in the middle of nowhere at 4am, it's best to keep your cell phone charged up.
3. crawling is not the best way to get away from 3 homicidal maniacs.
4. always keep your ham radio skills up to par. they come in handy.
5. if someone knocks on your door at 4am and you're in the middle of nowhere, don't answer the door.
6. if you go to someones house at 4am and the house has been ransacked, you should either call out and let someone know who you are to avoid having your head blown off, or get the fuck out of there quick.
7. little white christian boys on bikes are immune to psychotic killers so keep a few handy in your pocket.
8. if there's a fireplace around, there's usually fireplace tools around also. use them.
9. if you put a sack over your head with eyeholes cut out or a weird looking mask, you instantly have the power to appear and disappear at will and make no noise when you move around a house or outside when there are leaves and twigs everywhere.
10. if you're in a scary movie, and it's really really quiet - shit is about to go down.
11. if you're in a scary movie, and it's really really quiet - look behind you.
12. if you're in a scary movie, and you're running away from the bad guys, you WILL fall down. don't resist it. you'll just sprain your ankle and have to resort to crawling as your means of escape.
13. when you have fire and a bottle of wine at your disposal, make a molotav cocktail and burn down the woods. the fire department will come sooner or later. just hope you survive until they get there.
14. do not turn down your boyfriends proposal of marriage when you're out in the boonies, you'll be murdered by maniacs.
15. when the bad guys take off their headgear so you can see their faces, you're tied up, and they have an axe, a shotgun and knives, it's pretty much over...saying "please" at this point just makes you sound foolish. go out with some dignity and curse at them instead. insult their mothers. die on your own terms.

this is a follow up to my previous post..... cmariewt  pointed out that i wanted to hang out with the crazy cat ladies but not my crazy aunt and mom... the difference is that big and little edie were happy crazy people, my mom and my aunt are hateful gossipy crazy people.... big big difference.... but i've come to a conclusion about their craziness...
my aunt who believed there were two moons in the sky on christmas, likes her house painted white because she says it makes her feel like she's living in the white house and who has 378 plates in her kitchen cupboards (and all over her counters)  but has only 1 bowl... and that bowl has a straw on it. yeah, you heard right, a straw. she also has a snow cone maker that she used once but refuses to buy a coffee maker when she makes and drinks coffee every day...she boils it in a pot and strains out the coffee grounds with a wire strainer so that you get a cup of half coffee and half brown muck in it. go figure on that logic.
my mom on the other hand believes that a sighting of a possum warrants a call to the fire department, that liberace looking guy can predict the future and the dinosaurs went extinct because they killed each other.

those two crazies are twins.

so my conclusion is: you catch crazy in the womb.

i'm always watching shows on the discovery channel or national geographic and etc... and there's always some entemologists who go on and on about how bugs are so smart... like ants... oh they live in colonies and they cooperate with each other to gather food and blah blah blah.. but let me tell you, no, no they are not smart... see, a few days ago i saw this ant going round and round in a circle... moving really fast too just round and round and round...it was like a half inch radius circle too so it wasn't like he was lost, just going in a circle... so i kept watching wondering what the hell he/she was doing...i figured meh, probably just a mentally challenged ant but then a few seconds later another ant came along and started doing the same thing about 2 inches away from the first ant.... how is that smart?  BUT but maybe, just maybe, there was more going on there than i knew about, like maybe there were two other ants hiding underneath a leaf or blade of grass off to the side laughing because they had laid that scent thing they lay down so other ants can follow them but they had laid it in a circle on purpose as a joke:
"look george look!!! billy fell for it!!! ahahahahaha!! look at him!!  what an idiot...he's going around in a circle!!"
"wait wait wait look!!!! here comes marge!!! sssshhhh! lets see what she does....... BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! MARGE FELL FOR IT TOO!! MARGE FELL FOR IT!!!!!!!!"
"ahahahahahahaha...i'm gonna pee! hahahahahaha i'm gonna pee!!!!"
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA LOOK!!! BILLY JUST THREW UP!!!!! oh man that's hilaaaaaaaaaarious!!!!"

if that's what was really going down then i owe an apology to ants and entomologists everywhere and i'll agree, that yeah, ants are pretty smart, and funny too. a little juvenile, but still, quite the jokesters.

yesterday on the radio program i listen to one of the topics was "what was the first single or album you ever bought".... and i remember mine!!! it was debby boone "you light up my life"....HAHAHAHAHAHAHA... that's right, it was a 45... vinyl girl, vinyl. it was way way back in the day, i don't know how old i was when i bought it but i know it was before i could read because i asked my mom which side had the song on it and i put a little oval on the paper part with a pen so i didn't have to keep asking :) i don't remember what was on the other side but i played the hell out of that record... over and over on my little portable mickey mouse record player... oh yes. i was the shizow with my little 5 or 6 year old self. i remember that little plastic thingie you had to put on the little rod so you could play a 45 and not the bigger records.. what were they 33 1/3's?  anyway, everytime i think of that it makes me laugh.. it was like an adapter.. little plastic piece of crap. the music probably sounded all tinny and because i played it so much it was probably all scratched up but that didn't stop me from doing the whole hairbrush microphone singing bit. ... boy was i cool.


look at that! is that snazzy or what? that's pure artistry right there.

so what was your first single? or album? (if you're old enough to even know what the hell i'm talking about).

i'm getting bad about posting... i just haven't been up to much.. unless you guys want to read about me sitting on the sofa eating my one banana and cursing at the tv.   

i went to my brothers house for easter and ate way too much. all i ate was ribs. nothing else. no salad, rice, beans, sausage, mac and cheese, nothing. just ribs. and alot of them. he always makes too much anyway... after everyone had eaten there was still a mountain of them left...  i was tempted to undo my pants button and try to eat the rest of them but my old lady stomach wouldn't let me. bummer. 

has anyone read "the god delusion" by richard dawkins? i have a barnes and nobles gift card from christmas i haven't used and i'm thinking of getting it... i went about 2 months ago to see if i could find it but i didn't really know where to look and i didn't want to ask the people to look it up for me because i didn't want them to scream at me "WHAT?? YOU UNGODLY HEATHEN!!!" ... so anyone read it? any good? should i get it? and if anyone knows.. what section at barnes and nobles is it in? i looked in the religion section since there are no "anti-religion" sections...