Apparently the people who produce the dictionary are all on acid. Prepare for my English Major rant forthwith (disclaimer: I can't spell "February" without spellchecker help AND I often say "Liberry" instead of library, knowing full well it pisses people off). Sexting, Flexitarian, and Aha Moment ARE NOT WORDS. Who sets the goddamn standards of the… Continue reading Well. I have nothing for this.
Today I spent quite a bit of time screwing off (in a non-sexual, work-appropriate way). As has been my usual MO for the past week or two...because projects have been delayed by forces not in my control (I SWEAR I didn't wave that wand toward work!!). Therefore, I spend much of my afternoon fucking around… Continue reading Pays nothing…may Traumatize Christmas Baby Dragons.
Once again it's nearly time for the MN Renaissance Festival to begin. I've worked at Fest now for twelve years. I've been a t-shirt-and-mug-pusher, a beer wench, a balloon blower, a calligrapher, a gate guard, and even an entire BAND for the bellydancers (that's right, I OWNED running that ipod, bitches).And still after all that… Continue reading UPDATED AGAIN (WTF?): Um, That’s MRS. Titts, Actually.
Someday I'm likely going to have to pay these people for the shit they come up with to entertain me during the day. Indeed, in an attempt to make me laugh inappropriately during meetings today, I received the following text messages: Z: Coworker X told me a bit ago that he would rather have sex… Continue reading UPDATED: Dirty Yodaisms and Holy Balls
Fourth of July weekend in Minnesota doesn't generally involve BBQs, beach, or patriotic shenanigans for the hubs and me: for the past decade or so we've spent every 4th at CONvergence, the best, craziest, most fucked up, weirdest gathering of people I usually see all year. It's fabulous and mental, even more so than Renaissance Festival. And… Continue reading I fought the Con and the Con won
Last weekend we took my cousins to Valleyfair (the local attempt at a Six Flags) and the Minnesota Zoo. Last weekend the heat index was eighty-bazillion degrees* and you needed gills to breathe. It was a whirlwind of teenage-girl-excitement, highlights listed here: A pretty cute Brazilian boy asking me for the fifteen-year-old's name saying "she's… Continue reading Wolverines are real and they don’t melt at the zoo.
Random weird shit from Girls' Weekend 2012: I may have been mistaken for a prostitute, but I'm not sure.Dinner at Dick's Last Resort in the Mall of America, where the servers are snarky and rude...and yet pretty damn hilarious. "I ate soup" was sent by one of the men in response to a "you should sext… Continue reading Encounters of the Weird Kind…
I started a bit of a snark war on the Huffington Post yesterday. I read this: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/barbara-hannah-grufferman/mommy-wars_b_1584446.html and saw a comment from a fool basically saying women need to stay home and make babies because that's the way it's always been. Well, the historian in me couldn't take THAT, so I had to respond to the… Continue reading Poking the Bear