While our motto tends to be, "Jesus was a cunt" there are moments when we realize that God does serve a purpose if only to inspire man to otherworldly moments of inspiration.
If there's one thing that confuses us, it's art. Sure, we're also confused by Nancy Grace, condoms and, quite frankly, toast but we typically can bullshit our way through conversation just enough to make it appear as if we are reasonably educated (if not poorly informed) participants in the modern world.
That's why we work in the adult industry for god's sake.
( Ed. Note - Peter Warren crawled out from the crawl space today in honor of Ms. Kagney Linn Karter. See, it's her birthday today (all day) and he penned a special birthday poem just for her. Take it away, Peter!)
The holidays aren't too far away now. It's a little under two months before old St. Nick starts cramming his fat ass down everybody's chimbley and starts...what? Why are you looking at me like that? Because I said "chimbley"? It means "chimney". It's British. You never heard some slick guv'ner from Sussex talking about Father Christmas wedging himself down one's chimbley? Well, fuck man. I don't know what to tell you.
In what's got to be the most bizarre turn of events since Michael Jackson won an Oscar for Moonstruck, adult performer April Flores has been killed in a skiing/archery accident!
I kid, I kid. Seriously, April's alive and well, and participating in what sounds like the awesomest art show Philadelphia's ever seen (at least until February, when the POPPORN staff unleashes their masterpieces upon the foyer/gallery of Brave New Worlds, the awesomest comic-book shop in Philly, but we're not ready to talk about that yet).
It's probably safe to say that a lot of the folks reading and contributing to POPPORN grew up in the age of legos and less-than-stellar computer graphics. I know I did.