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There’s a good chance you have some leftover turkey from the holidays, so here are some leftover links from my backlog to go with it.

My big-ass Spanish boat is full of eels

Back in October, Washington State University’s campus newspaper, The Evergreen, somehow lost something in the translation:

The Daily Evergreen would like to sincerely apologize for an injustice served to the Filipino-American, Spanish-speaking and Catholic communities on the front page of Thursday’s Evergreen.

The story “Filipino-American history recognized” stated that the “Nuestra Senora de Buena Esperanza,” the galleon on which the first Filipinos landed at Morro, Bay, Calif., loosely translates to “The Big Ass Spanish Boat.” It actually translates to “Our Lady of Good Hope.”

Parts of the story, including the translation above, were plagiarized from an inaccurate Web site.

Actually. the Web site from which they plagiarized wasn’t inaccurate, it was a joke. C’mon folks, “big ass Spanish boat”?!

Well, it’s supposed to be a bad thing to have too much friction in your marriage…

This sentence says it all:

“The K-Y® Brand Married for Life Challenge could put you directly in the spotlight for your 15 minutes of fame.”

But wow, you’d want to have that 15 minutes very, very badly.

Maybe they could starting giving out Girl Scout merit badges for stuff like this

The CBC (that’s Canadian Broadcasting Corporation to my non-Canuck readers) reports:

MONTREAL – A teen magazine in Quebec has raised eyebrows with its latest issue, which includes an explicit guide for keeping a boyfriend.

The magazine has a sex guide with what it calls “99 Naughty Tricks,” including instructions on French kissing and oral sex.

Marie-Claude Magnan bought her 12-year-old daughter a subscription to Adorable because it’s one of the only magazines in French for teenage girls in Quebec.

Ah. A French magazine. The culture that brought us the terms laissez-faire and menage a trois.

Let me tell you — speaking from a purely Macchiavellian perspective — my adolescence would’ve been considerably more interesting had they run this sort of article in Sassy or Seventeen back then. Thanks, guys. Thanks for nothing.

(I speak in jest. Well, sort of.)

Adorable’s editor defended the article:

“It’s girl talk,” she said. “It’s what you talk about with your girlfriend. It’s the same thing with this guide.

“We are just saying ‘tricks,’ and if you don’t want to do them you don’t, and it’s not degrading to women because women do that all the time.”

I’ve witnessed this girl talk and have to concur that many girls do talk this way. It’s the second part of her defense — “We are just saying ‘tricks,’ and if you don’t want to do them you don’t” — that rings a little false. After all, the article is a “how to keep your boyfriend” guide and the implication is that failure to perform these “tricks” will have your boyfriend saying “Welcome to Dumpsville. Population: you!“

Perhaps she should’ve said something a little more truthful: that this sort of article is written with tongue firmly planted in…erm, cheek, by smartasses brainstorming over beer and pizza and not by social scientists, psychologists or counselors.

The problem is that until recently, Adorable was aimed at a much younger crowd: the 11- to 17-year-old set. They changed their focus to the presumably more profitable (and randy!) 16- to 24-year old demographic, but kept the name. It must’ve caused all kinds of confusion for parents who wanted to buy a nice magazine for their young teen daughters in their mother tongue. The end result will probably be that a few readers from their former demographic will grow up a little too quickly. That’s a pity, because while some people who leave childhood earlier than scheduled turn out all right, many don’t.

I should know; I’ve dated a couple of them.

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Beware of this little e-mail trick

Some virus pranksters are sending out email containing the following message:

Klez.H is the most common world-wide spreading worm.It’s very dangerous by corrupting your files.

Because of its very smart stealth and anti-anti-virus technic,most common AV software can’t detect or clean it.

We developed this free immunity tool to defeat the malicious virus.

You only need to run this tool once,and then Klez will never come into your PC

These messages have an attachment that supposedly removes the Klez or ElKern virus. To give the message some extra credibility, the senders have forged the mail headers so that they appear to come from a legitimate-sounding email address such as av_patch@norton.com or av_patch@mcafee.com.

If you get email like this, delete it immediately. You should not — under any circumstances — run the attached file. It does not contain any anti-virus software; it probably contains the virus that you are told it protects against.

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Work, work, work

…which means no blog entry today. There will be an entry tomorrow.

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Notify Hell — they can start bidding on the winter olympics

At last night’s family Christmas party, the relatives whom I haven’t seen since the summer noticed, and the scale has confirmed it — since joining the gym this spring and going on the Atkins “carbs-be-gone” food plan just over a month ago, I’ve dropped twenty pounds. I wasn’t really aware of it until people started pointing it out recently.

Check out these photos — the goofy grin is still there, but it’s a little less Laughing Buddha and a little more Jackie Chan.

Photo: Close-up of me in February 2002.

Me in February 2002.
Photo: Close-up of me in December 2002.

Me in December 2002.

Soon I’ll be kicking these guys’ asses.

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Not my typical Christmas Eve

Both my sister and my father ended up in the hospital on Christmas Eve. Eileen had to go in for emergency eye surgery while Dad had to go the emergency room for diabetes-related complications. While they gave us a bit of a scare, both are okay — Eileen’s already been sent home and Dad’s already looking much better and may get to go home this weekend.

Order and harmony have been mostly restored, and our annual extended family Christmas get-together will go on tonight as scheduled.

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Merry Christmas!

And whom better to sing about this holiday than alt-rock’s greatest and most earnest outsider artist, Wesley Willis?

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The Best Christmas Present Ever

Crablouse in a Santa hat

Earlier today (December 24, 2002)

I was in a store on Queen Street West that specialized in the kind of funky clothing that appealed to club-goers and the snowboard/skateboard set, looking for cheap presents for my cousins. The manager saw me and asked “You don’t still have crabs, do ya?”

It took me a moment to realize what she was talking about.

“No, I don’t,” I replied, “that was my friend.”

“Riiiiiight.”

I’m going to kill his ass, I thought.

Four years ago, a frantic phone call (December 1998)

nokia s110

The Nokia S110, my phone at the time.

Four years ago, I was at the same store, buying a sweater for my cousin. While standing in line waiting for my turn at the cashier, I got a phone call.

“Joey, I need your help!” said the voice on the other end. It was my friend — whom I’ll call “X” — and his voice was panicked.

“What happened?”

“OhMyGodIThinkIGotCrispyCrittersFromTheBathroom
AtThisReallyCoolGayBarInNewYorkWhenIWasVisiting
MyBoyfriendAndTheyReallyItchAnd…”

His voice was so loud that I had to hold the phone a couple of inches away from my ear.

“You got what?” I asked “Crispy Critters? Is that fried chicken? What the hell are you talking about?”

“CrispyCrittersJoey!” he repeated, still speaking a mile a minute. “IMean…” and then he slowed down to enunciate every word “I…HAVE…CRABS!”

He said it loudly enough for everyone around to hear, at which point they all took a step away from me. The cashier — who today is the manager — grimaced at me.

“Hey, I don’t have crabs, my friend does,” I said to her.

“Friend, huh?” she said incredulously.

X was still rattling a mile a minute on the phone.

“JoeyYouHaveToHelpMeItItchesLikeCrazy
AndICan’tAffordTheCreamCanYouLendMe
SomeMoneyItItchesItItchesItItches!”

He was phoning me from a pay phone near the Eaton Centre, not far from where I was. I arranged to meet him at the large fountain on the bottom floor, as it was near a Shoppers Drug Mart where we could buy the anti-crablouse goo.

I hung up and noticed that everyone — the people in line as well as the cashier — were giving me funny looks and keeping their distance. The cashier took my credit card the with the tips of her thumb and index finger, holding it as if I’d handed her a very full week-old diaper.

Damned X, I thought to myself. He gets the STD and I get the “unclean” treatment.

Rendezvous

eaton centre fountain

The Eaton Centre fountain.

Minutes later, I was walking towards the Eaton Centre fountain. X ran towards me, ready to give me a hug when I stuck out my left arm, firmly placing my hand on his chest.

“Can we skip the hug while you’re still a travelling flea circus?”, I asked.

“Oh yeah,” he replied, a little sheepishly.

“I know that there’s some kind of cream for it, but I don’t know what it’s –”

“Slut-o-cillin.” (That’s not the real name of the cream; I just can’t remember what it was).

“You sound awfully familiar with the treatment.”

“Oh, I’ve had them before.”

“Of course.”

Ooh…Pants!

pants

On the way to the drugstore, we passed by a store that had a sale on pants.

“Hey,” said X, “before we go to the drugstore, can I try these on?”

I threw him a look that said Have you completely lost your mind?

“Oh yeah.”

I hope you know that this will go down on your permanent credit record

credit cards

The pharmacist was young and easygoing, but concerned about me. “He might not be the only one who needs slut-o-cillin. If you’ve had sex with him recently…”

“Oh, he’s tried,” I said, “but no, I’m just buying it for him.”

“That’s a little…unusual. I mean, I thought that because you were buying it for him that you were…ummm…together.”

“Oh no,” X said. “Joey’s such a breeder. You know he says he’s never had a cock in his mouth? Not even once?”

“Keep that up and there’ll be no cream for you, fleabag.” I muttered.

The pharmacist rang up the bill; the slut-o-cillin cost thirty dollars. I had a twenty in my wallet. “How would you like to pay, sir?” asked the pharmacist.

“Uh, is there a bank machine nearby?”

“All out of cash. I tried getting some on my break.”

“Let’s try Interac then.” I handed him my bank card and he swiped it in the debit machine. We failed to get a connection to the bank computer. With the Christmas rush, the lines were all tied up.

“Do you have a credit card, sir?” he asked.

“Yes, but I’m…uh…really trying to avoid putting this particular order on my credit record…aw, hell. Take it.”

I turned to X. “If this credit card purchase ever ends up haunting me, I’m going to fucking kill you.”

Merry Christmas, Itchy

Christmas tree with crablice ornaments

Before we parted ways and I headed home, X turned to me and spoke. “I know I’m a pain in the ass a lot of times, but I wanted to say thanks. I don’t know too many people who’d do this for me.”

“You’re welcome. Just try not to get into this kind of trouble all the time, willya?”

I reached into my wallet, pulled out the twenty and gave it to him.

“Use this to wash all your clothes and your sheets too. In hot water. Maybe not in your usual laundromat, ’cause you’re not going to win any popularity contests.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you. This is the best Christmas present ever.” That little bit of gratitude made it all worthwhile. If he weren’t such an ant farm, I’d have given him a hug.

Merry Christmas, Happy Chanukah, Joyous Kwanzaa, and Rockin’ Festivus, everybody. May your holidays be safe and infestation-free!