Pride, greed, probably slutiness, but the greatest sin is geekery! It lives adjacent to that one about worshipping graven images,

The summer of sin, with its alcohol-fueled barbecues and ladies in summer dresses, may be a distant memory now up

Spring is in the air, and as we emerge from the harsh depths of winter (or the burning furnace of

This week’s confession booth makes me feel old. I don’t want to sound like Clint Eastwood in Gran Torino, but

Deck the halls, let the bells ring out, follow the star, and bring gifts. Just not that shit you brought

As Christmas approaches, the opportunities for sin increase exponentially. From the office Christmas party, to that thing you make your

A wayward flock means a busy ministry, and there are fewer flocks as wayward as the devotees of the Church

Gather my children, into the Church of the Last Movie Outpost and be ready for confession. It’s that time of

Last week, the stench of your sins reached such epic proportions that, eyes watering and overcome, Boba Phil had to

We are in the Church of the Last Movie Outpost ready to give confession for your sins, again. You lot