We went to see the fabulous Eddie Izzard last night. Good times, but this will always be my favorite:
June 2008
Get crabs and lobsters, crabs and lobsters!
Monday, June 30th, 2008Off the market
Monday, June 30th, 2008Congrats to the newly affianced Assilla and her most excellent Seffers.* All you gentlemen callers can put away your courtin’ shoes and cry yourselves to sleep on your HUGE PILLA.

* (c) Nancy Jean 2006.
Speaking of insects, the Dobson fly
Wednesday, June 25th, 2008Although they make me want to gauge out my eyes with melon spoons (a la all conversations with my mother), I try not to write a lot about Christian fundies. A) it feel disloyal, and B) it isn’t nice. But Dr. Dobson has been chapping my ass (literally, with his spanking-of-children enthusiasm) for nearly 30 years.
My sister brought to my attention a CNN article in which Dobson discounted Obama’s statements about the Bible as “distorting” and said that he had a “fruitcake interpretation of the Constitution.” We stormed and seethed about it and then began reminiscing about being children of the Focus on the Family Empire. My mom had every book on parenting and relationships, we listened to all the radio programs for kids and adults, we turned our hearts toooward hoooooome, we bought the merch. Even his daughter Danae had a line of children’s books.
I was always irked by the name “Danae.” Like her parents had just made up some sort of princessy name. And princesses are creepy.
Another creepy thing? FotF is located in Evangelicalville itself: Colorado Springs, home of the Purity Ball. The dads’ pledges quoted in this article make me stabby: “before God to cover my daughter as her authority and protection in the area of purity.” As does this daughter’s quote: “If we don’t get it from home, we will go out to the culture and get it from them.” The Culture! That monster that makes art and movies and clothing AGAINST THE LORD JESUS CHRIST.
It was with great pleasure that I wiki’d “Danae” and found her to be mythological, as I suspected. Get this: she was pregnantouttawedlock with a false god’s child! Her father locked her up, but Zeus came through the window in a golden shower and impregnated her. SO MUCH FOR FATHER-MONITORED PURITY, JIMMY D!!
Not for recently- or currently-bedevilled renters
Monday, June 23rd, 2008KL and Assers, your own creepy crawly psychological wounds may be too fresh, so please enjoy this photo and read no further. Behold, the fiercely corded thighs of one Fernando Torres, Liverpool FC Striker extraordinaire:
Cheers. Now on to an interesting sort of website, for those times when you bend over to pick up the shampoo bottle off the shower floor, and a massive insect leaps up and threatens your honor.
What’s That Bug very kindly answers the question, “WHAT THE HELL IS THAT GET RID OF IT NOW!” They even have a much-diminished specimen of my own archenemy, the Crickets of the Apocalypse, native to basement apartments in wooded areas of northern NJ. Item:

These fuckers are BIG. And they jump even bigger. For approximate size, imagine a rocking horse for a squirrel. Their giant muscled thighs would give Nando up there a run for his money, and the fly fishing antennae and camo-skin don’t help, either.
Are you still shuddering? Me, too! In addition to the shoot-me-now specimens, What’s That Bug has some very interesting fellows such as these uberladybugs, apparently “red milkweed beetles:”

And that’s it for entomology. I’m sticking to etymology forthwith, which doesn’t make my skin crawl. And if any of these little bastards comes near me, I’ll throw an anvil at them.
i TOLD you thongs were evil.
Friday, June 20th, 2008Woman suing over thong injury
June 19: Macrida Patterson is suing Victoria’s Secret, claiming she was injured by one of their thongs. TODAY’s Meredith Vieira talks to Macrida and her lawyer, Jason Buccat, about the incident.
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/21134540/vp/25258620#25258620
This sounds like a case that would come up on Ally McBeal. That lawyer must be all of 15 years old. And he is SO PROUD of his Victoria’s Secret Angels joke.
mailtime
Friday, June 20th, 2008Ok, this is a long and inexcusably wordy document, but I spent about 6 hours going through our oldest files at work and found that one book was stopped at the Post Office as “unmailable” due to its sinful topic (psychosexual analysis). Here’s the law they had back in 1940, which prohibited literature about naughty bits AND abortion-by-mail. What?! Anyway, in addition to crossed eyes, papercuts, and a nasal passage full of dust, sometimes I find some interesting things in those old files. (PS. All typos are sic, which means I am still an untaintable grammar nazi). This is all very Patriot Act-y, in my opinion.
POST OFFICE,
SECTION 598, POSTAL LAWS AND REGULATIONS, 1940
Every obscene, lewd, or lascivious and every filthy book, pamphlet, picture, paper, letter, writing, print, or other publication of an indecent character, and every article or thing designed, adapted, or intended for preventing conception or producing abortion, or for any indecent or immoral use; and every advertised or described in a manner calculated to lead another to use or apply it for preventing conception or producing abortion or for any indecient or immoral purpose; and every written or printed card, letter, circular, book, pamphlet, advertisement, or notice of and kind giving information, directly or indirectly, where, or how, or from whom, or by what means any of the hereinbefore-metioned matters, articles, or things may be obtained or made, or where or by whom any act or operation of any kind for the procuring or producing of abortion will be done or performed, or how or by what means conception may be prevented or abortion produced, whether sealed or unsealed; and every letter, packet, or package, or other mail matter containing any filthy, vile, or indecent thing, device, or substance; and every paper, writing, advertisement, or representation that any article, instrument, substance, drug, medicine, or thing may, or can be, used or applied for preventing conception or producing abortion, or for any indecent or immoral purpose; and every description calculated to induce or incite a person to use or apply any such article, instrument, substance, drug, medicine, or thing, is hereby declared to be nonmailable matter and shall not be conveyed in the mails or delivered from any post office or by any letter carrier. Whoever shall knowingly deposit, or cause to be deposited for mailing or delivery, anything declared by this section to be nonmailable, or shall knowingly take, or cause the same to be taken, from the mails for the purpose of circulating or disposing thereof, or of aiding in the circulation or disposition thereof, shall be fined not more than five thousand dollars, or imprisoned not more than five years, or both.
2. And the term “indecent” within the intendment of this section shall include matter of a character tending to incite arson, murder, or assassination.
3. Any person who knowingly and willfully deposits or causes to be deposited for conveyance in the mail or for delivery from any post office or by any letter carrier any letter, paper, writing, print, missive, or document containing any threat to take the life of or to inflict bodily harm upon the President of the United States, or who knowingly and willfully otherwise makes any such threat against the President, shall upon conviction be fined not exceeding $1,000 or imprisoned not exceeding five years, or both.
Sister Harry Mary, you’re going too fast.
Saturday, June 14th, 20081. Oh, nuns! Brides of Christ can’t wax their upper lips?
2. On my way into the building, I passed the front desk and swear I heard the visitor give his name as “Eddie Mylsanauer.” Zoom!
3. And in the spirit of semi-consistency, here is your Music Friday: Bong Songs. Because I guarantee these folks are smokers and midnight tokers.
a. Seven Bridges Road: The Eagles. Don’t even listen to the one over in the sidebar. Stupid Imeem didn’t have the live Eagles version, which is excellent and even has a bunch of happy hippies going, “Yay!” at the end.
b. Peace Train: Cat Stevens. Love how he whips up those chords.
c. Moonshadow: Cat Stevens again. Best line ever: And if I ever lose my mouth, all my teeth, north and south…
d. Helplessly Hoping: Crosby Stills & Nash. Alliterative awesomeness.
e. Call Me Up in Dreamland: Van Morrison. Insert any Van the Man song in a hippie playlist, really. He melts my butter.
f. Spinning Wheel: Blood, Sweat & Tears. Ride your painted pony, guys!
g. The Mighty Quinn: Mannfred Man. Imeem sucks again! Bob Dylan’s cover standing in.
Thursday LOLcat
Friday, June 13th, 2008also sprach das bathroom nazis
Friday, June 6th, 2008These fun little notices just turned up in the bathrooms at work. I say shit happens, especially in the loo. And besides, floral-scented poo makes me want to retch.



