Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Travelled to wordpress
Thursday, February 05, 2009
Another female athlete still waiting for my title and estate
"Lady" is the formal equivalent of "Lord" or "gentleman". Unless it's made up entirely of British aristocrats, it is a women's sport/event/competition.
Thanks,
Floyd
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
A gaggle of links
Couldn't wait until Friday...so much good stuff out there on teh Interwebs.
Guess which political party is arguing against their country's economic stimulus package by measuring it in Jesuses? Contrary to what I say in the comments, Canada's is almost 3.5 Jesuses. Not too shabby! Er...holy?
The dudes' answer to "My Humps". Why I am not watching this show?
Two thousand words on why atheists are (and should be) angry.
Two thousands words on why feminists and anyone who cares about women are (and should be) angry, but maybe also a little bit hopeful.
Two very thoughtful pieces on the Michael Phelps "controversy" - a look at how pot-smoking is worse than rape and what Phelps should have said.
And let's end off with on a personal anecdote - I went to my first rugby practice with a new team this week and totally face-planted in front of everyone. This site makes me feel better.
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Tuesday, February 03, 2009
Meet the Stupid
DeNiro makes a deal with the douchebag, OR
Suggest your own caption in the commments section!
I mean speaking, of course, of the totally irredeemable "comedy" Meet the Parents, which I saw on the plane during one of my frequents trips home from school, and by "saw" I mean "watched the first five minutes with interest and then slowly grew angrier and angrier as the plot unfolded before turning it off and trying to avert my eyes from the other screens lest my rage overwhelm me to the point that I must be tackled and restrained while trying to use the emergency exit at 10,000 feet".
Rather than recap the whole film (because, obviously, I didn't see the whole thing) let me present to you the scene in which two anonymous douchebags come up with the story:
DB1: Okay, so, our main guy, he's gotta be funny. How can we make him funny?Hmmm...He could be well-written and the centrepiece of a clever film? [pause] Naw, that's too hard.
DB2: Let's give him a funny name, like 'Weiner'.
DB1: Naw, too obvious...kay, let's get back to that f***ker later.
DB2: Focker! Awesome.
DB1: Awesome! [high-fives]
DB2: Okay, now we need to give him, like, a funny job. Something really embarassing...like, outhouse cleaner or something.
DB1: Hey, you know what's really funny to my emotionally-stunted mind? When men engage in activities considered by our society to be feminine, which, by illustrating the arbitrariness of gender boundaries and calling into question the rigid social structures based upon these boundaries, challenges my own innate sense of privilege based on my manly superiority to women.
DB2: Uh...what?
DB1: It's totally funny when dudes do chick stuff.
DB2: Yeah! Like, I have this cousin, and he and his wife run a ballroom dance school, and charge like $200 bucks for a lesson and he's always, like, dancing around with women and shit, and I'm like, dude - that's so gay.
DB1: Yeah, like, why don't you just go be, like, a male nurse or something!
DB2: [laughs uproariously] MALE NURSE! That's awesome. You can't make that shit up. I love it.
DB1: Yeah! So this Focker, he's a [giggles] male nurse, and he wants to marry this hot chick, but first he needs to get her dad's permission to take ownership of his property, because it's not like a grown woman is capable of making her own decisions, and would be angry rather than bemusedly tolerant of her father's inappropriate and borderline-abusive treatment of the man that she loves!
DB2: Whu-what?
DB1: Chicks know their place, and let the men duke it out because that's just how we roll.
DB2: Oh.
DB1: And the dad will be super-scary ex-CIA guy, but then he'll totally love sissy shit, like flowers and cats.
DB2: MAN WE ARE GONNA BE EFFIN' RICH!
And don't even get me started on the sequel. For the sake of my blood pressure, I try to pretend that it doesn't exist.
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Monday, January 19, 2009
Bye Bye-Bushy: Virtual Shoe Throw

So, technically I should post a picture of my own shoes to take part in the virtual shoe throw,but mine are too sensible to do any damage. Instead, I will be virtually-hurling these bad-girls at Dubya.
If you're partaking, too, leave a link in the comments, or describe the shoe of your throwing choice there!
Also - what was up with Bush's crazy smile when he was dodging the shoes? Was he all, "Whee, this is just like when me and Cheney play "dodge the buckshot!""
Friday, January 16, 2009
Friday Top Five
Top craft idea that might make me participate in a holiday I normally avoid completely, other than crawling out of my hole to snark at: Anatomically correct heart cutouts (via Craftzine blog)
Top craft idea that I don't really avoid but sometimes participate only grudgingly to but mostly do it grudgingly to it: FSM cookies for the holidays(also via the Craftzine blog)
Top piece on a feminist issue that I hadn't really thought of as a feminist issue and which helped explain why I was always kind of sympathetic towards Yoko Ono and, despite the awesomeness of "Live and Let Die", kind of alternatively underwhelmed and slightly creeped out by Paul McCartney: Cara on Yoko Ono (Pandagon once again).
Top piece of snark: The 50 Most Loathsome People in America: It's a bi-partisan list, with Obama at one end and an (in)famous Republican at the other. Can you guess which one? (via Pharyngula)
And a special bonus item:
Top new saying courtesy of Kanye West.
(Can you work this into everyday conversation? I haven't been able to yet - let me know if you can).
Thursday, January 15, 2009
RIP, Ricardo Montalban
He's been in a lot of stuff, mostly things that I'm too young for (Fantasy Island) or too old for (Spy Kids) but Star Trek II? Just right.And I still can't watch that ear-weavil scene.