Friday Frittering: Last Day at Work Edition

Last week’s experiment with putting up mp3s worked out okay, and I think it’s more fun to share actual music than to show off my stellar playlists. I’ve also acquired some bootleg Pimsleur lessons, which are completely clogging up the shuffle function… a Random Ten at this point would be insufferably full of “Spanish Unit N”.

There’s a backstory here, about Harrison’s 8 year old niece:

She actually said, I’m not kidding, “I love Buffy because she makes me think it’s good to be a girl.”

Enough to make you want to cry. And, no, I had not given here *any* kind of feminist introduction to Buffy. I just let her watch.

I think she deserves a good grrlpower huzzah, so leave one here, and I’ll have her read it.

And, well, I couldn’t think of one. Gender non-essentialist that I am, I’m not sure there are articulable reasons why it’s especially awesome to be female – certainly nothing you could explain to an 8 year old. I felt very dour, crabbing in the corner with my feminist ray gun.

But then it occurred to me that there are plenty of inarticulable reasons.

KitkaDumai, Zlato (3.3 MB)

Search Requests

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  • do I have a yami
  • Aw geez not this shit again


Wolfa always makes me want chocolate. But which one of these is most accurate?

3 Musketeers – Sweet, soft and light, just like the candy bar. So is your personality. You like to have fun, but you’re a little shy. You like to be controlled in the bedroom. What Kind Of Candy Bar Are You?

Mars Bar – You’re delicious and seductive. And, you try to keep your appearance up. What kind of chocolate bar are you?

Milk Chocolate. A total dreamer, you spend most of your time with your head in the clouds. You often think of the future, and you are always working toward your ideal life. Also nostalgic, you rarely forget a meaningful moment… even those from long ago. What Kind of Chocolate Are You?

Pepperment Aero Bar You are very friendly, and never yell, you have a strange thing about you that makes no one be mean to you, and you are a nice person, but you still do have many enemies because you are so perfect. What Chocolate Bar are YOU?!?

discover what candy you are

You are Hersheys Kiss. What chocolate are you?


  1. des von bladet wrote:

    But the 26 May is an instance of the glorious day of Thor!
    Incidentally, it’s our li’l sister’s last day at work today and we, for one, have never seen the two (2) of you in the same place at the same time. Is there something you’re not telling us?

  2. yami wrote:

    You’re not in a position to begin arguing for the consideration of weekdays strictu sensu, isn’t it?
    I have also never seen your sister and myself in the same place at the same time. I suspect there’s something she’s not telling me!

  3. des von bladet wrote:

    *spooky music*!
    (And the “Monday” in “Monday Review of Stuff” is actually a corruption of “Maundy”,

    The word “maundy” comes from the command given by Christ at the Last Supper, that we should love one another.
    In Roman Catholic churches the anthem “Mandatum novum do vobis” (”a new commandment I give to you”) would be sung on Maundy Thursday.

    and reflects the awe in which the von Bladets were traditionally held, causing the peasantry to treat their aesthetic judgements as commandments (or else).

  4. yami wrote:

    Correspondingly, we derive our Fridays from an old proverb, famously uttered by William Jennings Bryan:

    We shall not be nailed to a cross of workweeks, for when Spring Break is in the heart, and Spring Break is in the mind, every day is the beginning of a nine-day weekend.

  5. denisdekat wrote:

    It’s awesome to be yourself, male or female
    BTW, did you read about the little league girl pitcher who struck out all the boys? It was a fun story

  6. yami wrote:

    Heh, yeah, it was fun. Sad that it’ll be a huge battle for her to continue playing baseball…

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