||[Jun. 30th, 2010|11:47 am]
For me, it's Friday. And I'm about to spend the next four days being a tourist and visiting with family. Dressed in a t-shirt and shorts. LIKE EVERYONE AROUND ME. I'm going to carry a camera and take pictures of the ocean. And of elephants and flamingos, hopefully a fruit bat or two. And my boyfriend. Also dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. Wait, who am I kidding? He'll probably be a little more stylish than that. Anyway. |
The Sixteenth Century can go Expletive itself. So can the Intrawebs. For a couple of days, anyway.
Pyrate lady will find this amusing, I hope. I don't know whether I don't play those games because I'm so much more evolved. I suspect it has a lot more to do with having a short attention span and well, not really HAVING any girlfriends to any noticeable degree until fairly recently in my life. The few I had...total Jills. Which soured me on making many more.
This is just crazy cool. I saw the end of a lobster molt once and it was cool - but not as magical as this. I think it's the muffin-like shape that adds to the "whoa".
I would stab you in the neck if you made mac and cheese with margarine, if butter were available. Just so you know. Although it seems the aggressor was the margarine-lover. See. That's what margarine does to you. Makes you aggressive. Go, BUTTER!
This is perhaps the most beautiful picture of an earwig that I have ever seen. I want to blow this up to giant-size and hang it above the sofa.
I include this link, which I find professionally fascinating -- a new method of making a resin material, just by "infecting" the feedstock. Which you can click on if you like. But it's just important to know, I think, that someone has finally written the phrase: "With its hairballs of virus-created nanowires" which is material for several Band Names, don't you think?
And finally, not a link, but I got a catalog the other day that said "No extra charge for Goddess sizes" which made me think "hmmm, maybe I should cross "become a goddess" off my list of things to do, because if they have to shop from a freaking catalog, then maybe being a goddess isn't all it's cracked up to be. Then, while perusing said catalog...yes, on the can...hey, do you see a lot of catalog-perusing-free-time floating around me? Christ on a Ritz, I've already had to squeeze 40 minutes out of my day for ear drops. CRAP! It's midday and I've forgotten to do my eardrops. I eschew medication because I'm being strong, or natural, or...I just know that I'm completely irresponsible and can't be trusted to TAKE IT.
Anyway, inside the catalog...and if this is mispelled, it's because I'm trying to type with my head laying on the desk so the eardrops stay in and everything looks all funny from this angle. Anyway, apparently "goddess" is the new euphemism for "fat". Sorry, Plus-Sized. Goddess? That is, frankly, a lousy euphemism. Like a goddess has to worry about sizes? Like a goddess isn't any size she wants to be?
(Hey, raise your hands if you think a goddess is going to choose to be a size 22! Yeah, thought not. I would be a size 10 just so that I could get through a revolving door without having to think about it. I would also be not so clumsy.)
Anyway, c'mon, stop being such a freaking victim. Goddesses are pointless unless someone worships them, right? So, once again, big chick, you are valuing yourself through someone else's regard.
Expletive THAT. Amazon. That's the word I like for big girls. Can you get any more empowering?
Of course, I suppose then you'd have to specify in the catalog, Size: Amazon, traditional or Amazon, modern with two boobs.
Oooh, great links! I especially liked the spider crab backing out of her/his shell- that was SO amazing. I grew up on a beach and never knew this was how crabs molted... So cool.
Also, yes, butter good, margarine EVIL. Plus, disgusting, as are the Mean Girls. Bleah.
Come back refreshed and relaxed (ha) from your vacation and bring back more witty stuff with you.
PS Did you by any chance receive a book in the mail recently?
Was that you, the Frog Prince? (that's not the title, but you know what I mean...)
Yes, that was me! I found it at a Goodwill and we liked it so well that I thought you would appreciate it, too. I would have sent a note along with it but the page didn't support that so you got it anonymously.