Hellmouth

The Old Man and I eons ago when we wuz young

In some old movie The Amazing Bob was watching yesterday, there was this exchange:

Tough Guy: I'm going into the jaws of hell.
Moll: Pittsburgh?

Yes, I'm leaving for Pittsburgh shortly. The always awesome Michal (the Balm of Idaho) will pick me up at the airport. From there we'll drive through the boundless seeming countryside. You know — the one that's heavily salted with nonsensical, fact free, inflammatory Tea Party billboards and mega churches next door to porn palaces and strip joints.

The, usually side by side, churches and erotica emporiums are both housed in boxy, warehouse style buildings. Perhaps they should drop the pretenses and start sharing digs — ya know, they'd save on rent. Just thinking of the *ahem* bottom line here.

I pick, I slam Southwestern Pennsylvania. You may've noticed that before — once or twice mebbe. I'm unfair. I know. Pittsburgh has a decent art museum, a reputable ballet company, a good hospital and more. Sadly, my teen years weren't spent in the city where I could escape the bullies and find like minds. My view of that part of the universe is so heavily colored by the abusive, asswipian, flea brained yak stools of my past that I'm hard put to see anything good.

Yet it's there.

Evil of the Hellmouth
Damn, I miss this show!