The Wendy’s finger story would make such a great Coen Brothers movie. The woman accused of shaking down Wendy’s allegedly acquired the finger from her husband, who is in jail now for using his son’s social security number to avoid paying child support to his previous wife, and purchased the fingertip from his co-worker, whose finger was mangled in an accident at work, and who was desperate for cash because his disability checks were lost in the mail because he had to move out of his trailer when the guy he was living with was evicted after his dog mauled a neighbor’s poodle.
Speaking of body parts, I got nominated for this big photography award yesterday. As there are 49 other nominees, I’m not very hopeful of winning, but it is encouraging to at least be nominated. And I can add it to my resume. Woo hoo!
Saint Catherine of Sienna supposedly wore Christ’s foreskin, which he had fashioned into a ring following his circumcision, after she was married and united with him. You can see her finger on display in her former home, and her head if you pop in a few euros to turn on the light, but I can’t remember if it was her marriage finger that’s on display. I bought rings from her house when I went there, and gave them to all of my friends so that we could be brides of Christ, too.
The body part thing is something that I love about Catholocism. The body that is off limits while it’s moving is suddenly worshipped when it’s all chopped up and put into little reliquaries. Is transubstantiation just suppressed sexual longing?