Hell – What An Odd Place.

(Note: This is about Hell, the religious place, not the town of Hell, Michigan. You know, the one just down the road from Climax. Which, yes, can be reached directly from Intercourse, Pennsylvania. The fact that Intercourse leads to Climax and then to Hell is a topic I will let wiser people debate. And now we return you to your regularly scheduled blog, already in progress.)

… and then just plug it in. Voila! You have now created your own cold fusion generator, and can enjoy decades of free electricity. But I digress.

I was watching a Tex Avery toon yesterday (something I highly recommend), when I took especial notice of a refrigerator in the background. It bore the name “Coldernell”, a typical Tex pun (“Colder Than Hell”), but it got me thinking. Always a dangerous event, but go with me here.

“It’s Hotter Than Hell” is an exclamation heard only slightly more than “It’s Colder Than Hell”. It’s hard as Hell, easy as Hell, tall, short, long, complicated, easy … Hell is all these things, all at the same time. What the hey? How crazy is this place? I mean. how does Satan dress? Fur coat and bikini briefs? No wonder it’s a place to avoid. You never know how to handle things from one moment to the next.

So behave yourself, or you may end up in a place both hot and cold, tall and short, and many other dichotomies all at once! 😈

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15 Responses to Hell – What An Odd Place.

  1. tom says:

    Previews are available in Hellflower, CA

  2. 1jaded1 says:

    That’s a strange corner of SW MI. Along with what you mentioned, we have Lovers Lane and I69. Pass through not as often as I used to.

    Hope to never see the other Hell.

    • As I remember, both Hell and Climax were cute, but touristy towns – especially Hell. I’ll steer around potential embarrassment, and simply state I’ve never been to western Pennsylvania. 😉

      • Now, now, don’t sell Christians short. They’ve come up with a way to talk to yourself and not be accused of insanity – prayer. And you’ve got to admit, those medieval cathedrals are real rocking buildings! (Get it? Rock? Stone? Aw, go peddle your fish, I wanna loaf around. 😜)

  3. Archon's Den says:

    Hell is like Dr. Who’s TARDIS – dimensionally transcendental – bigger on the inside than it is on the outside – infinite in size, yet no larger than a Christian’s imagination. 😉 🙄

  4. 1jaded1 says:

    Lol. Neither have I been to PA, but that corridor of SW MI is something else with respect to names.

    I’m agnostic, so I will know the truth when I die. Hell sounds horrific, if it exists. Especially the visual with Satan wearing a fur coat and a bathing suit.

  5. Daniel Digby says:

    Damn. I was counting on some place where it’s warm and I could meet my friends. I sure as hell don’t want to spend eternity with an authoritarian narcissist up above: I’ve already had 4 years of that. I just wish somebody could get the story straight. Any suggestion on how I should spend my afterlife? Being planted in the ground or scattered to the winds sounds more appealing every day.

    • Me, I’m gonna live forever, or die trying. Seriously, I’m debating between being planted under a tree to fertilise its’ growth, or to be cremated so I can be dropped over downtown Fresno, Ohio, and crap on them like they’ve crapped on me all these years. Preferably Sunday morning, just as the Methodists across the street start running their bloody bell. 😉

    • By the by, I’m gonna thank you everywhere I can find you for getting me back into my blog. I’ve been locked out for two years due to a PC crash and being unable to retrieve my password. You posted, my Email wanted me to approve your comment, I hit approve, and Voila! The doors opened, and I’m back to terrorise the blogosphere! Thank you!

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