Blood, AB type

 

https://www.instagram.com/p/DCLw5fEN8SF/

So. AB is the rarest blood type. 5 1/2 people per 100 have it.

AB blood was found in all of the Eucharistic miracles which have been examined.  It has also been found on the Shroud of Turin, the Sudarium of Oviedo, and the Tunic of Argenteuil.

Very interesting. Obviously not conclusive of anything, but still.... Interesting.

In addition, the blood and tissue found in the Eucharistic miracles all show signs of extreme bodily stress--consistent with torture and violent death.

🤔

Stoned Humor #13

I have great respect and admiration for the institution of

Marriage.

I just wish that I'd found someone else who felt that way.

Hmmm. That sounds more like Sad and Pathetic than humor.

Hey...fuck you, left hemisphere.

 

Blausen.com staff (2014). "Medical gallery of Blausen Medical 2014". WikiJournal of Medicine 1 (2). DOI:10.15347/wjm/2014.010. ISSN 2002-4436

This Week's Comics

I think Google is fucking with me.

For YEARS I've been searching for "This Week's Comics" (because [1] I don't usually bookmark, [2] I have a shitty memory, so I never think "League of Comic Geeks"; I ALways think, "This Week's Comics.)

And today, for the first time in a very, very long time...well, EVer, right? when I searched for "This Week's Comics," League of Comic Geeks did not come up at all.

Motherfucker.

I had to go open my History and search for a previous visit to the site, because I couldn't remember its name.

And it is the best comic book site.

I guess that's why Google decided to try to hide it from me.

And you.

But here it is: https://leagueofcomicgeeks.com/comics/new-comics/2026/09/23

Shhhhh.

It's still there.

 

Two Dreams

 

I had two dreams about my ex-wife last night...with a wake-up in between. In both of them she was angry with me...and very clearly hated me.

In the wake-up between the dreams, I was awash in the knowledge that she really does hate me...assuming she ever thinks of me at all. 

The truth is that I loved her with every fiber of my being, and that for most of the 8 years we were together,  I was as happy as it's possible to be. And I think she was, too. Even after she left me I could see the love in her eyes.

How does it go from that to hatred? I wish I knew.

But every day I include her and her son (not by me) in my prayers. I hope that she is doing well and has found happiness. 

Meanwhile, I am plagued with these dreams, and even there I find no happiness.