Dear CBC sports,
"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
Thursday, February 05, 2009
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
A gaggle of links
Update: Had to add this one for all the techies out there - try this for your next office party! (Cake Wrecks)
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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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
Although the number one spot on the list of movies I hate is clearly, forcefully, undboutedly and angrily taken, it's important to remember that I only saw that particular pile of aardvark vomit within the last year - meaning there was, indeed, a different pile of aardvark vomit in the number one slot (and one before that one, and before that one, and yes my friends it is aardvark vomit all the way down).
Let's see if you can guess what semi-digested mass of termite remains once held the top spot with a simple hint: here's the article that made me think of it in all it's regurgitated glory:
Got it yet?
Here's another hint:
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 video about food that made me hungry and smarter: Jennifer Lee Looks for General Tso (via Pandagon).
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).
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.
Monday, January 12, 2009
Library Love
As in, love for the library, not love in a library, because then this would be a completely different kind of blog ("Dear Floyd, I never thought this would happen to me but [...] and then the reference librarian chased us out with an oversized atlas of northern Canada's waterways.")
No, this post is all about how much I love the library that I currently use, the ones I've used in the past, and the concept of libraries in general. Maybe I'm just on a library high because no fewer than five (5!) books that I've wanted to read for a very, very long time (like, maybe even, months!) all came in today and I just wanted to throw them on the bed and roll around with them but that would be gross a)for me and b)for everyone after me. So I didn't do that. But I did look at my bag o' books longingly all afternoon, waiting for the work day to end so that I could take them home and we could be alone...
Ahem. Moving on. Now, I'm not a super spendy (why yes, that is a real word, thankyouverymuch) person in general, but books have always been the exception that proved that I was a big liar. Graduate school was probably the worst time for this, because I spent so much time with smarty-pants academics with offices lined with smarty-pants books that I spent hundreds of dollars trying to look smarty-pants myself ("look" being the operative word, as the academics with their book-filled offices had, in fact, written or contributed to or worked with the authors of many of those books, whereas I mostly bought them, held them tight to my chest, and then put them on the shelf and admired them from afar) on a research topic which I eventually abandoned. (In a completely unrelated bit of information, if anyone's looking for some collections on the public sphere, I can totally hook you up.) It was just so convenient - go to Amazon.ca, click a few times, enter your credit card number and blammo! Brand new box of shiny books to be read once (maybe) and then collect dust on my bookshelf. I felt smarter just looking at them.
Now, film buff that I am, I've still never had this problem with movies. I love watching them, but I've never really owned many, mostly because there's maybe a few dozen movies out that I've actually watched more than once (although what I lack in quantity, I make up for in...a different kind of quantity, having seen The Lion King 30+ times back when it was the only kid's movie we owned when my oldest younger brother was...er, younger, not to mention having seen each of the Star Wars trilogy 25+ times). There's even fewer books I've read more than once, and yet I have such a hard time parting with them that I've finally realized the real solution is to just stop buying them.
And now, thanks to the power of the Intertubes, getting books from the library is almost as easy as buying, plus free, so if you include the work I have to do to earn money to buy books (which I do now, because that is how I roll) then the library is easier than a frat boy during rush week. (I actually have no idea what rush week really is, but I think it has something to do with frats, so that's my joke and I'm sticking to it.) Instead of going to Amazon, I go to the library site, look up the books I want, place a hold, and then go pick them up at the library when they're ready. IT IS SO AWESOME I WANT TO BARF, THAT'S HOW AWESOME IT IS. I pick out books, and the magical book fairies find them and email me and I come get them and sign them out and it's all FREE FLOYD AND LIBRARIES BFFFS 4EVA.
Of course I guess that makes me a business-hating, economy-killing, tree-hugging, freeloading socialist. So be it. They can have my library card when they pry it out of my cold, ink-stained fingers. Of course, then I'd just go to the customer service desk during operating hours and get a new one. And maybe browse the magazine racks at the same time, suckas.
No, this post is all about how much I love the library that I currently use, the ones I've used in the past, and the concept of libraries in general. Maybe I'm just on a library high because no fewer than five (5!) books that I've wanted to read for a very, very long time (like, maybe even, months!) all came in today and I just wanted to throw them on the bed and roll around with them but that would be gross a)for me and b)for everyone after me. So I didn't do that. But I did look at my bag o' books longingly all afternoon, waiting for the work day to end so that I could take them home and we could be alone...
Ahem. Moving on. Now, I'm not a super spendy (why yes, that is a real word, thankyouverymuch) person in general, but books have always been the exception that proved that I was a big liar. Graduate school was probably the worst time for this, because I spent so much time with smarty-pants academics with offices lined with smarty-pants books that I spent hundreds of dollars trying to look smarty-pants myself ("look" being the operative word, as the academics with their book-filled offices had, in fact, written or contributed to or worked with the authors of many of those books, whereas I mostly bought them, held them tight to my chest, and then put them on the shelf and admired them from afar) on a research topic which I eventually abandoned. (In a completely unrelated bit of information, if anyone's looking for some collections on the public sphere, I can totally hook you up.) It was just so convenient - go to Amazon.ca, click a few times, enter your credit card number and blammo! Brand new box of shiny books to be read once (maybe) and then collect dust on my bookshelf. I felt smarter just looking at them.
Now, film buff that I am, I've still never had this problem with movies. I love watching them, but I've never really owned many, mostly because there's maybe a few dozen movies out that I've actually watched more than once (although what I lack in quantity, I make up for in...a different kind of quantity, having seen The Lion King 30+ times back when it was the only kid's movie we owned when my oldest younger brother was...er, younger, not to mention having seen each of the Star Wars trilogy 25+ times). There's even fewer books I've read more than once, and yet I have such a hard time parting with them that I've finally realized the real solution is to just stop buying them.
And now, thanks to the power of the Intertubes, getting books from the library is almost as easy as buying, plus free, so if you include the work I have to do to earn money to buy books (which I do now, because that is how I roll) then the library is easier than a frat boy during rush week. (I actually have no idea what rush week really is, but I think it has something to do with frats, so that's my joke and I'm sticking to it.) Instead of going to Amazon, I go to the library site, look up the books I want, place a hold, and then go pick them up at the library when they're ready. IT IS SO AWESOME I WANT TO BARF, THAT'S HOW AWESOME IT IS. I pick out books, and the magical book fairies find them and email me and I come get them and sign them out and it's all FREE FLOYD AND LIBRARIES BFFFS 4EVA.
Of course I guess that makes me a business-hating, economy-killing, tree-hugging, freeloading socialist. So be it. They can have my library card when they pry it out of my cold, ink-stained fingers. Of course, then I'd just go to the customer service desk during operating hours and get a new one. And maybe browse the magazine racks at the same time, suckas.
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