Heh.

While doing my nightly ritual of reading the DailyKos I came across this gem of a website Things Younger than McCain.

It is genius! I can’t wait to read this daily. I’m sure there are tons of things older than McCain. A few of my favorites the slinky, spam and AARP.

Happy reading!

Yes, we got hacked by the awful sepulchre krew. Apparently they’re Clinton supporters. You can find more about them here.

Best. Blog. EVER.

Who would have guessed that when you remove Garfield from the Garfield comic strips, the result is an even better comic about schizophrenia, bipolor disorder, and the empty desperation of modern life? Friends, meet Jon Arbuckle. Let’s laugh and learn with him on a journey deep into the tortured mind of an isolated young everyman as he fights a losing battle against lonliness in a quiet American suburb.

Some of my personal favorites:

(link via Tannhauser, aka Grand Poobah Barabas Maximus)

Also, Stuff White People Like (link via MaxLibris) and Monk-e-Mail (link via…um…shit, I forgot. Wicked sorreh.)

I totally believe this to be true. And I want to help spread the word. Check it out.

New and Improved Stereotypes

I’m a proud Barack Obama supporter! Today I checked my myspace and there was a new blog from Obama with video from his recent appearance on the Ellen DeGeneres show. I clicked on to see what he had to say and the first video had me laughing. You can view it here. That’s right Obama busting a move with Ellen. The man has some pretty good moves!Happy viewing! 

So many of you may recall a certain place of employment during my college years. The kind of video store where the patrons are mostly male and very polite out of fear they may lose their renting privileges. While most of the customers tried to limit eye contact and some just smiled and said the usual “thank you,” there was one gentleman, we’ll call him Harvey because he looked like a Harvey, who always wanted to get something out of me.

I suppose I didn’t smile much, not wanting to encourage any misconception that I was interested in acting out scenes from their favorite videos with them (or in some cases, for them). So every time Harvey would come to the counter he would write me little notes on a post-it pad or say a joke about me frowning and I would give him a patronizing smile as if to say, “you poor poor man, you just aren’t funny or cute or clever or winning me over in any way” and he would sigh and take his movie and leave. Until one day. The fateful day.

A lot of you may also remember bringing me food to this place of work many many many times. Boypan? Well, maybe your boyfriend brought me food more than you did. The Goat definitely was generous in this regard. And Kables served on a few “bring Toftie dinner missions.” One night Harvey was checking out his movie, writing a post-it to me, and Boypan’s boyfriend walked in with my dinner. My face lit up. I mean literally you could see the most dramatic change in my facial expression and emotion if you watched me go from no food to Yeah Food! Harvey had an equally obvious facial expression that said something like, “Oh my fucking god, I figured it out! I’m golden!”

From there on out Harvey stopped with the notes, the clever remarks, the flattery, and he simply brought me treats. A candy bar, a bag of chips, a soda, whatever was probably easy to get at the gas station next door. While I thought this was sort of an unfortunate learning on his part since I didn’t really want to smile for him, I also had a soft spot in my heart for how he suddenly seemed less sleazy. He simply gave me the treat, said “thanks!” for the video and smiled his way out the door, without the teasing or flirting. Totally harmless for the next two years.

Why the hell am I telling you all this? Because if you lasted this long through this post, I have a treat for you. A special, mmmm….wonderful, beau in my life noticed what a lot of you have already figured out: I dance a little when I’m really excited about the food I’m eating. And sometimes, yes sometimes I even hum a little song. No specific song. Just humming and bouncing in my seat. So when he stumbled upon this clip from a kid’s show he shared it with me and asked, “Is this what’s going on when you eat?”

And oh my god, spot on. Yes. Yes! Yes it is! Completely. I am a big green striped monster and there is always a party in my tummy.

And then there is the group party if you guys ever want to join me (also not meant to be suggestive)

(Side-note: looking back at the title of this entry and the fact that I reference porn for the first half makes for a tease that this could turn into a kinky euphemism. Sorry to disappoint.)

I thought we might want to get Kables this T-shirt. And if not him then at least my high school boyfriend. I, on the other hand, would take pleasure in wearing this to the Justin Timberlake concert in September (yes, be jealous, I’m going).

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