27 posts tagged “ephemera”

I was checking out the CNN webpage, as I am wont to do on a Lazy Saturday, and I noticed a weird little t-shirt symbol next some of the headlines.  Check it, yo.  I'll wait.  

Are you back?  Okay.  Well, as it turns out, you can buy official CNN t-shirts with headlines on them.   Example. They seem to be limiting with headlines you can get, an editorial act which I can't decide makes this better or worse.  The example I picked is sort of funny, but the other current options are just...well, stupid.   Huh.  I guess times are tough all over, and everyone's looking to make a buck anyway they can.

I don't hate men.  I love men.  LOVE THEM.  Many of my nearest and dearest of are the male persuasion.  THAT BEING SAID....

Sometimes, when I'm in a crap mood like I've been in for the past few days and sort of gloomy about the fact that men don't ever seem to be attracted to me and prefer to think of me as some sort of asexual muppet friend that they can talk sports and women with, well.... I find that I get a certain pleasure out of thinking bad things about males.  Nothing permanent, just taking a slight vacation from my usual stance as a lover of all things men.

Imagine my delight (my evil, wrong, prejudiced delight) in finding that Jezebel has a regular feature called, "Crap email from a dude."   You know, I gots problems, but at least I've never encountered this level of ass-hole-ish behavior.  Read.  Enjoy.  Ponder your good fortune.

Wow.  I haven't seen a good old fashioned Internet drama-thon in a long time.  The best part is that I got in on the ground floor.

Okay, check it:  One of my daily blog stops is The Ferrett.  It's not one of those blogs I read because I particularly like the person or think that he/she is a fabulous writer.  I think I got in the habit because he's (a) prolific and (b) comes from the sci-fi fandom/Role playing worlds and I'm sort of fascinated by the glimpses offered into them.  He's also, for the most part, pretty sensible, which is rarity, especially on the Internet and double especially on LiveJournal.   I also really dig his wife and their relationship makes me happy in a "Maybe one day I'll have that..." sort of way.  And they live in Cleveland.  O-H REPRESENT!!!

Anyhoo, yesterday Ferrett told a story about a recent Con he attended where, well....basically people wore buttons saying whether or not you could ask to feel them up.  When I first read it, I was sort of non-plussed by it.  But, in the way of the Internet, the shit hit the fan.  Upon re-reading the original entry, I can see lots of problems with the project, but still not riled up enough to start threatening the man with physical harm.

Man, back during my Walden Year, I would have given my right arm to witness an Internet trainwreck of this epic of proportion.  I mean, I could have spent days tracking the various threads and comments with would have sprung up.  (Which is weird when I think about it,  because while I hate drama in my own life I  *LOVE* it on the Internet.)   Stupid job keeping me from catching up on Internet drama....

How awesome is the new design of British coins?  Answer: very awesome

I just saw a commercial for Neutrogena's New "Wave Power Cleanser."  The deets:

Neutrogena Wave™ is a battery-operated cleanser that's clinically proven to perform better than ordinary manual cleansers. At the click of a button, Wave's™ gentle vibrating motion massages tingly cleansing foam deep into pores to remove more dirt, oil and more make-up than ordinary cleansing.

I mean, I guess it's entirely possible that thousands of girls will buy this product and only use it to clean their face.  But I'm thinking there's going to be a lot of "off label" use, if you know what I mean. 

As I've said, I don't have any tattoos.  Not that I have anything against anyone who does, mind you. I actually really dig looking at them.  I just can't think of anything I'd ever want on my body permanently. 

Well, today I stumbled upon both volumes of You're Getting WHAT tattooed WHERE (nsfw, in some cases nsfl).  Yeah...I, uh, don't want to look at tattoos for awhile.

Here.  Now look at something cute to cleanse your eyes.

I think in graphs.   My former co-worker at the job from Hell used to make fun of me because I always tried to explain things in Venn diagram form.  Well, check it, yo...I'm not the only person who does this. 

That totally just got bookmarked.

Last night as I lay on the couch watching the awesomely bad "Tin Man", my good mood of the past few days began to decline.  Like, free-fall into despair.  Zooey Deschanel's line readings were pretty janky, but it really wasn't as bad as all that, so I didn't know what was wrong.   Then today I realized that it was PMS.  So, yay.  Mystery solved.  I'm still sort of bummed though, which seems all the worse considering how everything was sunshine, lollipops and rainbows everywhere last week.  Hopefully the gray skies will soon clear up.

In what may be a related note, I have also begun to have delayed reactions to things.  For example, something happened a few weeks ago that I thought I was okay with but now I'm sorta not okay with it.  My delays are running anywhere from weeks to minutes; nothing is being reacted to at the correct moment.   It's weird.  Actually, you know what it sort of reminds me of?  Sometimes when I get a massage, the masseuse will start to work a lump out and all of the sudden I'll get hit with a flood of emotion, like it was all being held inside of that bump.  I wonder if my newly active lifestyle is somehow contributing to this?

Hmmmm...what else is new?

I thought I was going to have to reach through my computer monitor and choke a bitch this morning.  That was definitely NOT a delayed reaction.  I actually started to blog about it, but decided on going to work instead.

Bummer news:  apparently a LOT of chocolate in the world is a result of slave labor.  I think I'm going to try to remember to seek out fair trade chocolate when possible.  Fortunately, my sweet tooth isn't what it used to be.

For my male librarian friends, I love y'all, but if I ever catch you wearing this in public, I'll never speak to you again.

Yesterday my horoscope said to reconnect with old friends.  I sent an e-mail to Tiger.  He sent a pleasant enough response back...I just didn't care.  I mean, I did, but just not the same way.  I guess I still find it fascinating somehow that I'm not in love with him anymore.  I also e-mailed Susan M. and guess what?  She's coming to visit me the weekend after next!  Yay!   I am slowly but surely becoming one of those normal people with friends who visit them and who one goes to visit.  Go me.

You know, I'm a feminist.  I don't get squeemish about girly-parts.  Sure, I will occasionally will refer to them as "hoo-has" or "va-jay-jays", but I have also seriously considered writing into a couple celebrity gossip blogs to correct their frequent confusion over the difference between "vaginas" and "vulvas."   I even follow Eve Ensler's advice to take back the word "cunt." 

That being said?  I could never carry a Vulva purse. (NSFW.  Duh.)   I don't want to know anyone that would, either.

In other adventures in online shopping, I bought myself this Natalie Dee t-shirt today. I deserve it.  

I actually, once again, had other things to write that sort of relate to the sentiment of that Natalie Dee shirt *cough* Silent Bob *cough*  and the other things that are going on in my life right now that I forgot to write about yesterday, but the vulva purse really has just wiped my brain clean of any coherent thought.

A. VULVA. PURSE. Y'ALL!

I will say that it is easier to write today than yesterday because I don't have to worry about this getting posted on Facebook without my permission.  That would have seriously sucked.  Like, sucked sucked.   Actually, probably if one more thing had gone wrong with Vox this week (shady deal with Facebook Beacon, I can't have anonymous commenters so if people want to comment they have to register with Vox, and people starting to get friend spam), I would have pulled up stakes and just started a blog on Wordpress.  But I guess I'll stick around at this URL for a while and keep trying this whole "communal blogging" thing.  At least it's not LJ.

Okay, I did just remember two little TV tidbits I wanted to mention.  For the past couple of weeks, much to my shame except not really, I've been watching Amerrica's Psychic Challenge on Lifetime.  It aired on Friday nights because the programmers clearly understood that the type of person that likes that show would not have a social life. Anyway, it was awesome.  If it re-runs, you should totally watch it.  Also on the TV tip, I'm going to try and watch Tin Man tonight.  It's a "Sci-Fi Original Miniseries" which, if it's anything like the "Sci-Fi Original Movies" means that the special effects budget is about $52 and the script was written by some dude that lives in his parents' basement.   Let's hope it crosses the line to "awesomely bad" and doesn't just stay on "bad."

But I will end by saying I got two very nice complements on this blog this week (well, I guess it was last week now).  Thank you! 

The next time someone asks why I choose to live alone, I'm directing them to this blog.  And, of course, the whole "lone wolf" thing.

And I don't know why I find this so hilarious, but it had me crying at work yesterday and today it's still just as funny.