Everything I Like Causes Cancer

Where we've been convinced to write a new post on Dec. 2. Stay tuned!

This post was originally published 11/03/08 but is still (mostly) relevant.
Don't forget to vote! Enjoy the game!

This election season has been unceasingly tedious. I've actually grown accustomed to being bombarded by it and thinking about it at all times. The theme changes - the candidates, voter registration, the debates, my love/hate relationship with Sarah Palin - you name it, I've considered it.

Today I thought about the voting process itself, things like what I should wear . . . should I take a raincoat since last time I got caught in the rain and had to pee . . . not that taking a raincoat would solve anything if I had to pee . . . should I go in the morning before work (vote, not pee) . . . should I go after work . . . yeah again vote, not pee . . . should I take a book in case the line is long . . . do they allow iPods?. . . I bet not.

This went on for a while and then my feeble mind wandered back to silly things like this image that someone sent me today, a Wal*Mart Bingo Card:



A card that rewards you for witnessing an artificial voicebox and puts the pleasure back into catching the scent of someone with unbearable body odor. (Clicking the image makes it bigger so you can see some of the other fine items you're to spot for the win.)

And then it came to me in a flash - like all my genius ideas do - why not marry the two ideas? The Wal*Mart Bingo card in polling alleys across the nation . . . it's the perfect voting accessory! All you have to do is print up your very own game card and you're all set for "good times in the votin' lines" over there at the [insert where you vote here].

I recommend you print it tonight (now) and put it over there on the table with your voter registration card. That way you won't forget to take it with you and get all mad when the line is long and you've got nothing to do but think about how you wish you'd done what I told you to do.

Also, take a pen.

I'd like to hear back about any egregious sightings. If anyone actually completes a row I might consider giving said person a prize of my choosing.

On my way to work this morning I was listening to NPR and heard that Egypt was planning to slaughter all of the 300,000 pigs in their country as a preventative measure against swine flu. I honestly didn't believe at the time that their idiotic plan would come to fruition, that someone with a lick of sense would put a swift end to it.

I was wrong.

I just read over my lunch hour that the slaughter has begun. Not surprisingly, Egyptian farmers are pissed and throwing rocks. Those pigs are likely all these men possess, the currency and lifeblood of their existence, and they will do anything to protect them. I predict this situation will get worse before it gets better. Being a humanitarian, I would now like to address the people in charge of Egypt . . .

Um, Egyptian dudes? Listen to me closely . . .

  • There have been NO reported cases of swine flu in your country.
  • Swine flu is not contracted from pigs; it's called that because it started as a porcine virus but it has mutated into a human one. YOU CAN'T GET SWINE FLU FROM PIGS.
  • And, dare I say it, your former King Herod tried this slaughter move a long time ago with baby boys and it didn't work out so well for y'all in the end. Remember Moses? Yeah.
So knock it off. It was stupid and reactionary back then and it's even stoooopider now. You're cutting off your noses killing your pigs to spite your faces.

Don't make me come over there. 

If I have to come over there, it's going to be a whole lot worse for you.

I mean it.

I'm giving you until the count of three.

One . . . .

Two . . . .

Aw, damn it, I'm going to have to get up and come over there, aren't I?

*muttering as I get up from my cushy office chair* Jackasses.

It's 48 degrees here today and simply wonderful.  I've opened the doors and blinds to let the light shine in and am piddling around the house, cleaning a little here, blasting some new music (we'll get to that) there, and just generally entertaining the hell out of myself.  I've even "danced it out" a couple times.


While I was cleaning up the kitchen and making a pot of chili I noticed my buns had gotten moldy.  [Please, take the jokes.  Just don't say I never gave you anything, ingrate.]

So there I was, holding them over the garbage can, about to let go, when I asked myself whether or not there was another use for them and I thought of birds and wondered how long it would take them to notice if I threw this bread in the yard.  That was at one o'clock.  So far, no action.

The bread was out there maybe ten minutes when I started to wonder if they weren't noticing because it was in the snow.  You know, like they couldn't smell it or something?  So I threw another bun on the sidewalk, out of the snow.

So yeah.  I am now running two different experiments as I clean house:

1.  How long will it take birds to notice bread in the snow?
2.  Will they notice the bread on the sidewalk first?

I'll update when there is news.

While we wait for the results of my vurrry scientific experiments, check out the new music I got today.  Apparently my hip-hop phase is back.

TI and Rihanna, Live Your Life
Kanye West, Love Lockdown and Heartless (I will not apologize.  Yes, he's a tool but I like the songs.  Shut it.)
Britany Spears, Womanizer
P!nk, Sober
Katy Perry, Hot N Cold
Beyonce, Single Ladies
MIA, Paper Planes

2:12 PM:  Still no action.  Stupid birds.  I can hear them tweeting away at the front of the house but zero action in the back. [I'm lobbing softballs today, monkeys.]

2:28 PM:  I've got birds!  I can't get a picture because every time I walk up to the back door they fly away so you're just going to have to trust me.  It took them an hour and 28 minutes.  Not bad, I suppose.  

I didn't see the first one arrive and they've eaten off pieces in both places so I still have no idea if placement matters.  Science is fun!

Alright, I'm outta here.  I have to go make sure my Hello Kitty pajamas are clean for Beth's birthday party.  I was going to try to replicate this but I can't find any funny unders in my closet.

12/12/2008

From the headlines

Posted by Gwen |

Sarcasm finds medical use in dementia detection
Seems people with dementia can't detect sarcasm.  Awesome.  Now when you don't get me I can blame you, demented freaks.

Five million geeks just rewrote their Christmas lists.

The rocket boosters are dizzy and ready to get on the trampoline.

He's just pissed because he can't do anything about his raging boner.

This post was originally drafted in a reply email to Lydia. Her comment to my last post was the straw that broke this camel's back today. Thankfully, once drafted, I realized needed to say this to all of you, not just poor Lydia who was unknowingly in the wrong place at the wrong time.

I'm talking about Proposition 1, the amendment to the Missouri Constitution which will make English the official language of all public meetings. I can only think that you didn't click the link in the last post or that you didn't really think this one through because it surprises me to no end that my readers, people I consider friends, would support an unnecessary constitutional amendment that at its core is exclusionary, intolerant and downright hateful. Really surprised. This country, which let's not forget was stolen from Native Americans by immigrants, was transformed by those very same immigrants into the country it is today. A vast majority of those people didn't speak English; the others came from England.

The reality of this is that the people seeking the constitutional amendment didn't have a valid reason for doing so - there has never been an instance in this state where an official public meeting was conducted in a language other than English nor has there ever been a need for translators. That said, the immigrant population in this state is growing and the white people in power are scared so they're passing laws which they think will keep them in a position of power. As I stated earlier today, it reeks of Nazi.


Immigrants are people who move to a new place to start new lives. They come here to pursue the American dream, just like your ancestors did. They buy houses, they open businesses, they feed our economy. And yet apparently 90% of this state can't tolerate that they might be different.

I call horseshit. I call horseshit on the amendment and anyone who can't see past the ends of their own noses. People who don't speak English (yet) are here, they aren't going anywhere, and they contribute. People who support these people will win in the end because they'll have opened their minds to diversity.

Horseshit! Horseshit! Horseshit!

I will say it all day. I will scream it from the rooftops. If that makes me uncool, so be it. Judgment made by an intolerant mind is meaningless to me anyway. Maybe you're all just surprised there's more to this pretty face than poop jokes. Maybe I'll be back to three readers tomorrow. But I'll know I stood by my tolerant convictions.

Just so you know, I'm disappointed in California, too.

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