Me, when voicing my opinion of an arbitrary target number: “That ‘eight’ smells like the ass it was pulled out of.”
Thank you, ladies and gents. I’m here all week.
Me, when voicing my opinion of an arbitrary target number: “That ‘eight’ smells like the ass it was pulled out of.”
Thank you, ladies and gents. I’m here all week.
In a post I made earlier today, I wrote:
zero-G/fetish posts and no one gets hurt!
And she has delivered. Her latest posting on BoingBoing: David Beckham’s alleged lover masturbates a pig on UK TV show.
I just received this from one “Nitai Gouranga”, whose email address is nitaigouranga@aol.com:
Gouranga Gouranga Gouranga ….
That which brings the highest happiness!!
I dunno, it doesn’t have the same ring as Badger Badger Badger.
I’d read that David Byrne had been getting into PowerPoint as an art medium lately, but this chat with Liz “mamamusings” Lawley was a total surprise:

Here’s a transcript for those of you who can’t see the image (a good number of you read me via RSS):
Liz: nearly fell off my chair
Me: Whoa!
Me: That’s hilarious!
Liz: guess he found it online. he was showing examples of both intentionally funny ppt and unintentionally funny
The Talking Heads were a big influence on me, so finding out that David Byrne used my stuff made my day. Thanks for the heads-up, Liz, and thanks to you too, David!
(My “Why I Dumped You” PowerPoint slide appears in my July 30th entry, The Breakup Style of PowerPoint.)
Update: Here’s the page for David Byrne’s exhibit, which is titled Trees, Tombstones and Bullet Points.
That time of the year is rapidly approaching…
Last year’s party included the now-infamous hot tub on a truck!
The 2004 edition of my birthday party takes place in a month. Details are forthcoming.
In the meantime, you may want to check out the photos from last year’s hot tub — check ’em out in either album or slideshow form!
…since Skadz and I went out and painted Beantown red?
I’m off to Boston this weekend to celebrate The Redhead’s
30th birthday! As is the tradition on this blog, I like to accompany
Beantown trip announcements with my favourite photo of Boston Common…

The city of The Red Sox, the Bruins, Ally McBeal and Fried Dough (“It’s wicked fried!”). It’s also the first North American city I lived in.