I have been watching this over and over again, and it keeps getting funnier. We’re talking laughing until tears come to my eyes and my face literally aches.
Apparently Fensler Films has a whole series of shorts mocking the stupid PSAs at the end of every GI Joe episode. Hasbro bullied them into removing them from their site, but most of them wound up on YouTube. I know what I’m going to be doing for the next couple of hours! These promise to be about 967,000 times more entertaining than the upcoming GI Joe movie.
The socks are from Target, $5.99 and they also came with a pair of black knee highs. The sunflower pin is from St. Vincent de Paul, 50 cents. It was $1 but they were having a half-off sale. I think those sales are limited to days that end in “y”, I’ve never known them not to be having one. The amber bracelet and the shoes I already owned.
I had a brown & bronze scarf I was going to use as a belt, but I dunno. It just looked too fussy.
"Uh oh, I think I left my burning cross on fire at home!"
This time it was Brian “next thing you know a guy will be straddling me” Kilmeade’s turn to spout some sort of racist gibberish. During a discussion of a Swedish study that suggests married people are less likely to get dementia or senility, Kilmeade veered off onto some neo-Nazi tangent about how he doesn’t trust the Swedes to objectively study the subject because they have a “pure society”. Apparently, Perfesser Kilmeade thinks that disease happens when people marry other species (pretty sure we’re all Homo Sapiens, Mr. Wizard) and “ethnics”.
Along with everything else that’s wrong and rage-inducing about this line of thinking, Kilmeade is flat wrong: Anyone who breeds dogs or horses will tell you that expanding gene pools eliminates diseases. It’s why purebreds always have a host of endemic problems — bad hips, arthritis, epilepsy — and why the mutt we owned when I was a kid lived to be like 96 in dog years.
2 points of hilarity:
The frozen look of “OH SHIT” from Gretchen Carlson; and her frantic efforts to shut Kilmeade the hell up, covered with a thin layer of hastily-applied forced joviality.
Someone offstage whistling, I swear to god, “If I Only Had a Brain” around 00:45.
I decided to go ahead and order that dress that I thought might be too small. I could always return it, right? Turns out it fits, so yay, now I have a grey dress in my arsenal.
The socks are from Sock Dreams, and the shoes are the same ones I wore yesterday. Actually, I’m finding they go with a lot more of my stuff than I would have thought. The rosary is one my mother bought for me at the St. Louis Cathedral gift shop. It has a drop of water from Lourdes in the center. The peacock is one of the symbols of the Virgin Mary, GET IT?? Also the ausetrity of the dress kind of makes me think of something nuns might wear. Okay okay, I’m stretching it.
I have a silver cuff bracelet that would be a perfect finishing touch to this outfit, and I’m kicking myself for not having thought of it until now.
This dress’s belt isn’t sewn to the dress itself, so I could theoretically accessorize with belts. But I don’t really like belts, because I have a short torso/high waist. I always look like some 90-year-old Florida retiree with my pants hiked up to my ears.
Putting the camera on my desk sure makes my head look small. I know it’s not really that small, because I’m one of those people who have a hard time finding hats that fit!
Here’s a close-up of the socks, because they are awesome.
Umm, apparently this was a roll of black & white? I KNEW THAT!
It’s harder to tell with B&W, but the light leakage appears to be manageable. Other than taping the clips that hold the back on, I really didn’t tape the camera when I shot this roll.
I think this one is actually suited to black & white.
Sorry about the cheesy pose. I took a second one where I had my head at a more normal angle, but it was blurry.
Blue and black was my favorite color combo when I was a tween (although we didn’t use that word back then). Then for a long time I hated it, I think because it screamed REAGAN ERA! to me. But recently I’ve started to enjoy them together again.
The socks are from Sock Dreams ($7), the shoes from Target ($14.99), and the tie from Daiso ($3). You can’t see it in the photo, but the tie has lighter blue polka dots. It’s actually the same deep blue as my shoes, but photographed kind of purple for some reason.
On Friday I went a-thrifting. Well, the top row was from Daiso, which isn’t technically a thrift store; but economically, it’s comparable. The ties are all from St. Vincent de Paul, they were a buck each. Total cost: Less than $20.
We didn’t have our big block party this 4th, a lot of people went out of town because they had a 3-day weekend. So we had a smaller party at our next door neighbor’s. I contributed a rack of babyback ribs with an apricot-orange jam and soy sauce glaze, and a bunch of sparklers. Fireworks are illegal in Fremont, but still legal in Newark, a little town that’s an enclave of Fremont. So pretty much everybody in Fremont flouts the law with impunity, especially since the cheap bastards stopped providing a public display a few years ago.
For people who claim to be utterly repulsed by teh gheysecks, conservatives sure spend a lot of time obsessing over it. You know what repulses me? Cooked spinach. I spend about 0.0000000007 seconds a day thinking about it.
**In the mythical Eisenhower-era fantasy world these loons inhabit, no one fucks before getting a ring on their finger. Also lesbians do not exist, unless you count the drunken sorority sluts licking each other’s nipples for a free t-shirt on Girls Gone Wild.
I loved season one of True Blood, so I thought I’d give the books a try. Charlaine Harris is a better writer than Stephanie Meyer, which is setting the bar pretty low. At least it doesn’t seem like she’s trying to use every synonym in the thesaurus before she dies. Although she does do that annoying thing where she describes in excruciating minutiae every detail of every outfit Sookie Stackhouse changes into.
The book is all from Sookie’s POV, so you don’t get into what all the other characters are up to, which I really liked seeing in the show. I also think Book Bill doesn’t exactly have an excess of personality (although Book Eric is almost as awesome as Show Eric). And it doesn’t get into the whole socio-political aspect of vampires as the new Other like the show does, but I was expecting that. Basically, if you’ve never seen the show, the book is probably entertaining enough. But if you watch the show first, you might find the book a little… anemic. HA HA VAMPIRE JOKE!
It’s still a bazillion times better than fucking Twilight.
World Without End by Ken Follett
This is the sequel to The Pillars of the Earth, published 20 years ago. It takes place in the same fictional English town, Kingsbridge, about 200 years later and involves the descendants of the original characters. It follows the same formula, where you observe the protagonists over the span of most of their lives, follow their triumphs and defeats (at the hands of some very nasty antagonists), against the background of various historical events: in this case the Black Death, the Hundred Years War, and the murder of King Edward II. (Being as it was the 13th century, I kept waiting for the Black Death to show up, but it didn’t until page 600 — the entire book is just over 1000 plages.) It’s a great, sweeping epic with very memorable characters. One thing I especially love about both of these books is that Ken Follett writes some pretty fucking realistic female characters. They are just as fleshed out and human as the male characters.
I’m not always a fan of Spike Lee, because I don’t think you put fires out by pouring gasoline on them. But for his documentary about Hurricane Katrina and New Orleans, he pretty much stayed out of it and just let the people speak for themselves. And he got everyone in this thing: Mayor Nagin, Governor Blanco, residents of pretty much every neighborhood in the city (the Lower 9th, Algiers, Carolton, Uptown, the Garden District, Mid-City, etc.), Sean Penn, Kanye West (who actually comes across as a real person, as opposed to the cartoon with the ludicrously swollen ego he usually does), the former police chief who kept screaming “They rapin’ babies!” about the Superdome, even that guy in Mississippi who yelled “Go fuck yourself!” at Dick Cheney (he’s a doctor!). It’s not exactly pleasant to watch — it was released a year after Katrina and parts of it were filmed just months or even weeks after the fact, and everyone was still pretty raw. But it’s really well done, and they’re going to be showing this in college American History classes a hundred years from now, for sure.
I’ve been watching the last 2 seasons of Wire In The Blood on BBC America — it recently got cancelled due to really high production costs. Poo! I decided to start at the beginning via Netflix. You know what’s weird about British television? Not everyone looks like some waxed, shaved, and plucked 20-year-old bimbo. They look like actual people.
The series is based on a series of books, although from what I understand only the first 2 episodes follow them exactly; after that it kind of branched off on its own thing. It’s hard to say what makes this different from other crime/profiling dramas, it just has a really creepy atmosphere. It’s like if David Lynch directed Law & Order. Also, Robson Green is hot, so there’s that. He and Hermione Norris have craaazy chemistry too, they’re always standing like two inches apart. Once I’m caught up with this series I think I’ll Netflix Touching Evil.
The socks are from Target, $5.99 and they also came with a pair of black knee highs. The sunflower pin is from St. Vincent de Paul, 50 cents. It was $1 but they were having a half-off sale. I think those sales are limited to days that end in “y”, I’ve never known them not to be having one. The amber bracelet and the shoes I already owned.
Close-up of the pin. Best 50 cents I ever spent.
I decided to go ahead and order that dress that I thought might be too small. I could always return it, right? Turns out it fits, so yay, now I have a grey dress in my arsenal.
Here’s a close-up of the socks, because they are awesome.
I’ve been watching the last 2 seasons of Wire In The Blood on BBC America — it recently got cancelled due to really high production costs. Poo! I decided to start at the beginning via Netflix. You know what’s weird about British television? Not everyone looks like some waxed, shaved, and plucked 20-year-old bimbo. They look like actual people.
