Gathering of the Heretics Union Local #447

I am dedicating this post (and its comments) to the pursuit of a single goal: confession of our daily heresies, the small ones we all carry as members of modern society, without guilt or shame or fear of retribution. Note that anonymous posting has not been enabled, in the interest of all of us embracing our heretical stances and not cowering from our differences—or, dare I say, our similarities.

I will begin: *deep breath*


Lord of the Rings is boring.

Tori Amos's best album was From the Choirgirl Hotel. Liz Phair's was Whip-Smart.

Ice cream and cake have no business being on the same plate together, ever. Also, chocolate syrup trumps hot fudge any day of the week.

Eliot's "The Wasteland" is pretentious twaddle. So is Infinite Jest.

Beer is marginally drinkable at best, swill at worst.

Sammy Hagar was a better Van Halen lead singer than David Lee Roth, and had Gary Cherone stuck around, he might have beaten them both.


*another cleansing breath* Your turn. (Please note that flaming the brave confessors will not be tolerated. Thank you.)