Karen
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Friday Unrelated Information
1. There was consternation at the apartment this morning: a Desert News was delivered by mistake! As much as I mock the Tribune, it really is the lesser of two evils—and when I had it re-delivered this morning, there was a picture of a kitty in the masthead. You’d never see kitties in the News of Deseret. They are clearly the anti-kitten paper.
2. Did anyone else want to start singing Bonnie Tyler’s “Total Eclipse of the Heart” every time someone mentioned the total eclipse of the moon this week?
3. Speaking of music, someone in the next row of cubes at work has been listening to Led Zeppelin at barely-discernible volumes for three weeks straight now. I think Led Zeppelin is a brilliant band, but not when you can just hear snippets of songs repeated throughout the day, every day, for three weeks. I might start screaming along with Robert Plant.
4. And in this week’s report on the coming of spring, there are crocus and tulip and daffodil bulbs coming up in the planters downtown.
Me And My Half Elf Army
Comments are still a novelty to me, so I was excited to see one on my Buttars post from yesterday. And guess what? It was from a Buttars supporter! It was so very crazy that I deleted it—then thought, “But it’s too good not to share.” Below, my favorite parts of it (oh yes, it was lopnger):
you are a hypocrite liar who publicly preaches free speech (except when it is something with which you disagree)but who really hates open discourse.
anyone who might say, “hey, you have a black mark on your {record}{shirt} {soul}” is a racist devil to be destroyed.
If i say “that black mark on your record is one ugly baby” I should have my gonads removed by a team of man hating lesbian trasgendered [sic] half elf midgets with a speech impediment.
Because people who think Buttars is a hate-monger with the faintest grasp of subject-verb agreement are clearly man-hating lesbian (and transgendered–bonus!) half elf midgets with a speech impediment. Sorry, guys.
Buttars Rides Again
Buttars is feeling picked on from all the backlash to his “black baby” comment, but guess what? He wasn’t referring to a human! Also: He just can’t understand how people can be so mean. “To have it taken to the extreme of hate that it has achieved is . . . I have no idea how people could act like that,” he says.
Neither do we, Senator.
Tuesday Project Roundup: MasterCard Edition
I Want A Bird On MY Head
And I want that headscarf, just in case, and I want to be looking over that valley at those power lines. It’s not long until it’s summer here and we get our migration of scarlet macaws, right?
(Image by Paul Costello, via the Decorno site.)
Friday Unrelated Information
1. Even with the snow over the past two days, I keep thinking of this quote from The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe: “This is no thaw, this is spring!” (Said by the evil dwarf to the White Witch, which pisses her off.)
2. The Muppet Show has been coming from Netflix this week and I’m remembering things I didn’t know I’d forgotten, like DR. TEETH AND THE ELECTRIC MAYHEM:
That is seriously the best band name ever.
3. I found a gallery of images online this week called Silhouette Masterpiece Theater, which is as cool as it sounds. This is my favorite (click to enlarge):
St. Valentine’s
As Nigel Slater says, “St. Valentine’s is rather like Christmas, in that if you ignore it, you always end up regretting it, feeling mean and cynical. Yes, it is more than a bit cheesy, but I think we have to go with it.”
And go with it we shall, Nigel. In years past, I have never been bothered by being single on Valentine’s Day nearly as much as I was bothered by being single on New Years Eve, but I obviously didn’t do much in the way of celebration. And when I wasn’t alone I still didn’t really make a fuss about the holiday, due to the nagging fear that the partner of the moment would get scared off. (Which I guess they did anyway. No great loss.)
But now, I have a honey who seems like he will stick around in spite of my many moments, and I couldn’t be happier that his idea of celebrating nearly everything is just like mine: seafood. (And champagne, of course; any excuse for that.) Happy St. Valentine’s, my seafood-eating, blog-commenting, public-declaration-of-sentiment-inducing, continually-patient, dear.
As Nigel Slater says, “St. Valentine’s is rather like Christmas, in that if you ignore it, you always end up regretting it, feeling mean and cynical. Yes, it is more than a bit cheesy, but I think we have to go with it.”
And go with it we shall, Nigel. In years past, I have never been bothered by being single on Valentine’s Day nearly as much as I was bothered by being single on New Years Eve, but I obviously didn’t do much in the way of celebration. And when I wasn’t alone I still didn’t really make a fuss about the holiday, due to the nagging fear that the partner of the moment would get scared off. (Which I guess they did anyway. No great loss.)
But now, I have a honey who seems like he will stick around in spite of my many moments, and I couldn’t be happier that his idea of celebrating nearly everything is just like mine: seafood. (And champagne, of course; any excuse for that.) Happy St. Valentine’s, my seafood-eating, blog-commenting, public-declaration-of-sentiment-inducing, continually-patient, dear.