Archive XXXIII: Late Winter Early Spring 2007/08. Baruch.

March 24, 2008 am

Fugitive Dust & Squid Marinated In
    Its Own Guts

If you would like to see some photos from my recent trip, look here.

Pic Message March Round Up

Better peeing in the alley next to Polly's, U Street.

Bob in LA disguise.

There were 28 Loises on my plane to ABQ, all going to the Lois Convention.

Pig's head at the Takoma Park Farmer's Market.

CA and I ate this, despite the fact that it was called "Squid marinated in its own guts." It was vomitous.

It made this monkfish liver seem downright pedestrian, and yummy.

PA gay jews, in Arlington, VA Whole Foods.

Coach sez, Happy Birthday, hope it's a Personal Best.

A smoking baby with a rubber chicken, from Eric.

And a kitten, same source.

Flor and Sallypants flaggin' PacMan.

Decatur Street: The saddest American flag.

cg: nyc skyline, saturday night.

Baltimore liquor store: Wanted. Thief: The Stinky Bandit.

March 21, 2008

SXSW in Picture Messages

Our girl Christen Greene was blowing up my phone at all hours last week, dutifully live-blogging SXSW. I believe she was there on official faux pas productions and Velour business. Behold the resulting slideshow, which is assembled in no particular order, mostly unedited, occasionally drunken, and always cute.

CG Pic-Blogs SXSW

Rebecca, Jules and me.

March 20, 2008

A naked butterfly stretch in a closet sized sauna

I'm just returned from the great Durango ski trip of '08. Photos and stuff to come. For now, please enjoy the exciting follow up to Jimi's M4M Craigslist Mixed Connection of a few days back. (He adds: "This one is even better than mine.")

Jimi's Date with a Gay Guy

From: Jimi
Subject:missed connections

So I'm sure everyone is on the edge of their seats wondering what ever came of the 'missed connection' I received. Actually, you probably just assume that I had a good chuckle and that was the end of it. And I thought you knew me…

So I posted an RE: on missed connections and basically explained that I'm straight, but flattered and I apologized for any confusion that me looking like Freddy Mercury might have caused.

So then he responded directly to my post and emailed me.

O.K. I was wrong . You apparently weren't checking me out- maybe just wondering why I was staring at you coming from the water fountain. Nice mustache anyway. Just a little curious as to why you are checking out M4M missed connections., nomb, I know.

Anyway, I'm not predatorial, so if you like people in general and beer, let me know. If I see you again at the gym, I'll look away and grin.

So he seems nice in the email, and now I feel like I have to defend why I was looking at the m4m missed connections. Fair enough. Keep in mind I have no idea who this guy is, I don't remember him at all.

ha, you dont have to look away and grin, not all of us straights are homophobes. when i look at missed connections i just click the general one and it lists all listings in all categories, that's how i saw your post. compared to the tame/lame m4f/f4m the m4m are always way more interesting. you guys dont mess around, i love it.

to be honest i have no idea who you are. With a ridiculous handlebar mustache, you get used to people staring at you and dont think anything of it.
i do have a couple of gay friends that i would love to set up or get help setting up. I am also a fan of beer.

His response:

I'll admit the handlebar stache threw me back for a second, surprised me I guess, the only other one I see is on this asshole I play volleyball against. I love facial hair, and always have some form of it as well, I think your's is "ballsy", not ridiculous, and hot. Yeah, I know you're not all homophobes, but it's seems rare at times. We get a feeling as to who it's cool to chat with. With you being straight I won't let it hurt my pride that you don't remember me, or try anyway! I'm not as straight forward as most of the postings you see, first time I've done this actually (now is when you're saying "yeah sure"). Probably not interested in a set up with your gay friends but may be able to help them find someone. I'm uber particular myself. I'm really going on about all this, so I'll stop, other than to ask what part of town are you in. Thanks for writing back. I'll leave the beer(s) up to you , where and when, unless you wait too long, I'll bother you again.

Oh yeah, one more thing, I told a couple friends about how hot you were. You mentioning the handlebar stache, I hope is an indication that they are not being the tricksters that they are. I only mentioned a "hot" mustache. hmmmmm

Ok, so flattery will truly get you anywhere. Maybe not into my pants, but I'll hang out with anyone and have a drink, at least once anyway. So I responded and told him that if I were one of his trickster friends I could think of funnier things to do than respond with 'I'm straight'. I basically tell him that I'll be at the gym every weeknight this week, maybe I'll run into him there. I figure this is less committal than a bar meet up, and its very public, etc. Oddly enough, my many gay encounters at the gym have given me a newfound respect for women and what they have to go through every day. Dudes are creepy. They will do weird things like a naked butterfly stretch in a closet sized sauna when you're just trying to watch Van Wilder 2: The Rise of Taj on your Ipod. And this being my first 'gay date' I was a bit apprehensive. Just for the record though, I don't think I could be more straight. You know how homophobic frat dudes are possibly so close to being gay that it scares them and they are just angry all the time and overcompensate? I'm the opposite. I've kissed guys before and it was super gross and not arousing in the least bit. So I can honestly say that I have done enough self examination and tried enough things in life to know where I stand on important things, like my sexuality. Anyway, back to my date with a gay guy.

So I'm sitting down, about to do the 'ol military dumbbell press, and this guy walks past me, does a double take, and smiles. So I take out my headphones, extend my hand to shake and say his name with a question mark at the end. He smiles and says yes, good to meet you etc.

Meanwhile I'm thinking, 'you've got to be kidding me.' I remember this guy and I now know why he thinks I was checking him out. It all comes together.

First, he is older, probably about 48, about 5'10'' gray hair, but wearing an old worn hat so you can only tell he's gray from the short beard. He looks tough as shit, but not like your typical gym, super built, will smith kinda guy. More like ex-special forces, spent some time in a pow camp, lived off of rain water and grubs kinda tough. He's not super thin, but he's lean and muscular. The reason I remember this guys is because I saw him look over at me that day and stare at the stache then look me in the eyes, and I thought he wanted to fight me. Not just fight me, but I thought he was thinking 'who is this asshole with the mustache, I'm going to rip his heart out with my bare hands and eat it.' I seriously thought this. He has such an intense look that I was afraid of being there at the same time as him for fear of him saying something or just a sucker punching me in the solorplexus –despite the fact that I am bigger than him. I guess I always think of the gym as prison, there's certainly enough parallels I guess. Anyway, so this is the guy that comes up to me. This is the missed connection. The guy that I was afraid of because I thought that he thought I was gay and I thought he wanted to beat me up.

You know how you sometimes get a weird or bad vibe from someone and you can tell within the first minute of meeting them that you want to stay as far away from them as possible? Well that didn't happen, in fact just about the opposite. He's super nice, and genuinely seems like a good guy. The conversation was a bit funny/ awkward at times and very similar to many first dates I've had, but he definitely seems like the kind of guy you'd love to grab a beer with and just hang out. A real man's man if you will. He is truly a man for men.

A couple hours later, when I arrived home from the gym I had this email in my 'box'.

Just for the hell of it, you look good with and without the unique stache. I mean, egos are egos, no matter what our persuasion. I'm always flattered when girls/women compliment me, more so when they're sober.

Anyway, you certainly seem like a good guy, and I hope to get to know you better. Thanks for being so cool with this.

March 12, 2008

Neglect and Ruin

That's what you can expect here for the next few days, as I am going on a skiing trip. Like I did last year. But this time, with more dads! Stay tuned for riveting photos.

  1. Smaller "Scandals" from Danielle: "this guy seems very sad," and "this guy seems like a douche."
  2. Obama on Ellen , from Annie: "have you seen this? michael just delighted me with it."

A Report from the Wyoming Caucus

From: SSB

Jenny, here is a little dispatch I received from a friend of mine who participated in the caucus on Saturday. I thought you might find it entertaining. I have her permission to share it and I have edited it to protect the identities of both the innocent and the guilty.

Hope you're fine,

Suzanne

[A mutual acquaintance] warned me that this was a "weird" group of Democrats and that their meetings never attract more than 20-25 people. Well, it appeared that they did resent the hundreds that showed up. They had the meeting in a cramped room in the [library] building so, of course, there were others who gathered in groups outside. The nominating speeches had to be repeated 3 times to cover all the bases. They only allowed one nominating speech and one second for each candidate, so others who came to speak were upset. The people running the meeting (all Obama supporters) cut off [prominent local person] who was giving a pretty good nominating speech for Hillary 30 seconds early. [Another mutual acquaintance], who also gave a surprisinly good nominating speech, was also cut off but I think she was at her limit. The Obama nominators were some guy who said he lived at [nearby town] and was very strange and a little old lady. The little old lady read words off of the Obama web-site which she thought were positive words. Later, the little old lady came up to me in the hallway and complained that the elevator was broken because she couldn't get it to go up. She didn't seem to understand when I told her that she was on the 3rd floor which is as far up as the elevator would go.

Well, we cast our votes and got some yard signs and saw a lot people that I didn't realize were democrats. We didn't stay for the platform discussion or the vote for delegates to go to the state meeting--although it was tempting considering the discouragement from the party leaders for the new people to stay. It was obvious that this would take all day. The final vote tally is down about 200 votes from the numbers they said were in attendance, so I have to question the counting or wonder if people just got disgusted and left. Now, I understand why the democratic party doesn't seem capable of even getting token candidates on the ballot.

The Puzzling Facial Hair of Our Menfolk: Jimi, Edward, Dave.

March 10, 2008

My boyfriend's back

Remember Bears Will Attack, the premiere blog amongst our people that was not Heck's Kitchen? Remember how nice it was when Brian would write for us every day, before he became super lame and worked all the time and abandoned us? Well. Meredith Bragg & the Terminals are touring themselves down to SXSW, and Brian's blogging it. I don't want to get all attached and then have him break my heart again, but whatreyougonnado.

Meredith Bragg & The Terminals SXSW Tour Diary 2008

[ENTRY 1]

Saturday, March 8 | Arlington VA

Writing in the van, listening to Radiohead

It is a gray and rain-streaked day along the byways and thoroughfares of the eastern seaboard, and Meredith Bragg & The Terminals are headed south, packed like Chinese finger puzzles into a white minivan, en route to the warm Carolinas.

Behind us lies several days of scattered, ill-timed rehearsals, downtown Washington offices furnished in neutral tones, cats, unpaid bills, and wise courses of action. Ahead lies ruin, damnation and the clarion call of the open road. We are certain to run out of gas money by Louisiana.

Also ahead lies South By Southwest (SXSW), the nation's premiere music festival, where wide-eyed throngs of journalists, music fans and scruffy dudes who look like they are probably in bands gather in the streets of Austin, Texas. It is these people whose applause, adoration and lucrative recording deals we hope to garner with our music. We have a couple new songs we are road-testing, with confusing guitar loops and sinister cello lines. Read 'em and weep, assembled indie-rock cognesceti.

For those of you who wish to revisit previous adventures of Meredith Bragg & The Terminals, please visit the Official Meredith Bragg & The Terminals Great North American Rock Tour 2006 blog and photo diary. Once again we are borrowing Kristin's van, although we have replaced Dan with Elizabeth, who was in the Peace Corps the last time around. Dan himself was unavailable to join us, although we asked him several times. "No, no," he said. "You go on ahead."

We will send word when we arrive.

Wish You Were Queer

That hot stache (above) landed our Jimi in the Richmond Craigslist Missed Connections, m4m. Note: Jimi checks out mens at the gym.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Reply to: REDACTED
Date: 2008-03-09, 10:20PM EDT


You were working out on Sunday about 2 p.m. on 3/2. We checked each other out, looked later and you were gone. Hit me back, describe your stach and what you were wearing if you're interested. I'm there most Sundays, first time I'd seen you.

The Truth About Dogs

Annie and Michael Dogsit Barksdale, that Bongz May Travel South for Birthday Happening.

From: Annie
Subject: Barky

We just got him to stop crying! Its party time from here on out. Okay so he's still wimpering a lil and also maybe just farted.

Maiden voyage of Dave's DIY ride.

March 7, 2008

Emerson House Lecture Series Presents: Beer

This site's allegedly about romance, kittens and beer, but we've been a little light on the latter lately, so...

Item #1: Make Beer with Us

Would you like to come over to our house to learn to make beer? Date TBD, but let us know if you're interested, and if you'd like to brew a batch, follow the directions below.

From: Dave

if anyone wants homebrew beer,
and you buy one of these kits:
Northern Brewer Ale Kits
and some One Step cleaner:
Northern Brewer Sanitizers
and 5 gallons of water, I'll make it. Or show you how to make it. I'll
be making a cream stout and another batch of oatmeal stout in the next
couple of weeks, but if you got a nice spring/summer beer now it'll be
ready by early/mid may.

From: Anisha

I just bought an American Wheat Beer kit ("a spritzy, refreshing warm-weather crowd-pleaser") and the cleaner so maybe we can have a house beer brewing tutorial night when they arrive?? It'll kind of be in the vein of the Emerson House Lecture Series idea we came up with last summer.

From: Dave

I'd be happy to host that. It's pretty easy to learn and culturally important. Brewing goes back at least 5000 years, so you could say it's more significant than writing.

Item #2: Expiration of Gary Gygax

me: WHERE HONOR RULES

Brian: this is no time and no matter for jokes
gary gygax was the brilliant and erratic father of gaming culture,
the ur-nerd who shone a pale light in the suburban darkness,
the wizard of lake geneva,
and we are poorer for his loss
there will be an empty seat at the gaming table, old friend

"may all your hits be crits"

Item #3: Queer-wads Unplugged. This SATURDAY!!!!

From: Suzanne

OMG!! Can't even wait, can you???? Well hold on, it's coming!

This Saturday, celebrate International Womyn's Day in a BIG WAY w/

Bananz: Skeee do bat bat! Back in town for one night only!!!
Jubilee: Featuring DC's own dapper dyke hunk on the banjo and the drum troll experimentin' on the pots and pans
Koralie, aka Sugar Hill: DC ex-pat on fiddle, banjo, accordion, heart-strings all the way from Oakland.
Secrets Btwn Sailors: Introducing their fresh Spring line of raaawww cuddle-core!
new songs!!! new talents!!! new outfits!!!

Saturday, March 8th
Doors: 7pm Music: 8pm sharp! (we got a dance party to tend to immediately following!**)
Prime Meridian
1403 meridian pl. nw
Contact Suzanne for more info: 732-829-5901

$3-$5 sliding scale. $7 for show AND super awesome house party to follow with dj's, beer, booze, snacks, bday cake and mega hotness!!
**no one will be turned away for lack of funds

$$$ benefits the Ladies Lounge; a support, life skills and leadership development program for DC area young lesbian, bisexual and questioning women. LL is a program of SMYAL. www.smyal.org for more info.

** Deep Sea Blow Out Dance Party to follow at 11pm! Come to show dressed for the party and get a kiss from a Sailor! Email Suzanne for the official party Evite if you haven't already received it. (suzannemarieh@gmail.com)

***Also check out the Mini Film Fest in Celebration of Working Women immediately beforehand
@ La Casa- 3166 Mt. Pleasant Street NW.
6-7:30pm. $4-$7 towards sending local sex worker activists to the International Harm Reduction Conference in Barcelona! contact Anai @ 202-986-2793 for more info.

March 6, 2008

Second Wavers

I had a really great birthday/presidential campaign 2012 launch. Thanks for all your good wishes and haggard old dyke jokes. And keep those contributions rolling in.

You know, living in "Washington" isn't all marching and chanting and blowing lobbyists, I'm always explaining to people who don't live here. Here in D.C., we have real jobs, I explain. We don't play kickball on the White House lawn and then retire to a steakhouse to debate policy over port and cigars. I mean, some people do. But those people are carpetdouchebaggers. Did I just coin that?

But let's talk some politics today

My life with Mary Matalin, by Coach

I've been totally swept into the atomic dustbin of obama fervor, so you can imagine my disarm when i realized my very own mate absentee ohio voted for hrc!

A guerilla in my midst!

I guess I shoulda realized I was sleeping with a 2nd waver when, upon leaving "no country for old men," I'm all gaga and she's all, why weren't there more women in that movie? I guess we're both bandwagonesque in our own rights.

But anyway--I'm jokin, and obviously support free thinking and women's lib and I don't really think you're 2nd wave, honey. The real crisis is not that my mate and I primary differently, it's that lately, I've found myself a closet hrc fan. I think I'm cursed with a sort of John Hughes loyalty, in that, whoever seems like the underdog, I'll get behind. So Obama's 12 primary streak sent me straight to the comforting bosom of Mama Clinton.

Also, I hate to see someone lose. I remember when Bush 1 lost re-election, and even tho my folks voted Clinton, my Mom mentioned, "It's kind of sad when you get kicked out after one term." Rationally, it's not sad at all! But then, think about your Grandpa or Grandma running for rotary board re-election and getting soundly trounced by some young upstart cruising around in their Rascal scooter, and you'll feel a twinge heart-strung, too. That's how I felt for Bush 1. That's how I felt for hrc, with that plastered defeated grin, that arhythmic clapping, and that god-awful, nasal, lesbian-director-of-a-non-profit speech delivery.

So, I've effectively quantum-leaped back to freshman year of college. I'm listening to Indigo Girls, putting a rectangular rainbow sticker on my bike, and wearing unflattering clothes. Of course, all this could change, if Hillary regains the lead.

Drag queen bonus: I donate the persona Hillary Bottom-Splittin to the cause of gay parody.

Why's it got to be this way?

From: Debs
Subject: The Double Standard

A coworker just presented me with a print out of a picture of Hillary Clinton's face superimposed on the wicked witch of the west. The caption reads "Fly my pretties! Fly! Bring me the presidency!"

I said, "Don't give this to me. You know I like her."

He said, "I know, but it's just too funny."

I hate to sound like a grouchy old feminist, but I don't think it is.

Did you see the op ed in the Boston Globe?
The double standard

Grrr. Why not just superimpose Hil's face on a toothed vagina? Why's it got to be this way?

Space Age Museum

Friend of CA has awesome site, cool space shirts: Space Age Museum

"The Space Age Museum celebrates the vision of spaceflight in American culture...We want to show those who never knew, and remind those who have forgotten, that Americans once dreamed of a future in space. We didn't just wave flags and pay taxes."

Space shirts!

"I hand printed them with Wendell at Moonlight Designs on A.S. Tees and American Apparel shirts. All are made in USA, the natural white "Planet Patrol" shirts are organic cotton, and I have both men's and women's sizes for all of the designs. The red and white shirts are A.S. Tees and the rest are AA."

To order/ask questions write Peter: robotairguitar@gmail.com

March 4, 2008

Existential ennui

Lately I find myself considering grandma before posting, whether because I'm about to post something slighly pornographic, or because I'm about to tip a sacred cow. Unfortunately, I gotta be me. Today it's Garfield Minus Garfield, which leaves crazy, lonely Jon. Depressing, awesome, and in the fine tradition of Marmaduke Explained and The Nietzsche Family Circus.

Mail

From: Brian
Subject: adultery

The following spam emails arrived at my work address this morning.

I though you would enjoy them for the endearingly earnest yet
plaintive sexual yearning.

-- I wanted to experiment with new experiences.

-- The person's physical appearance turned me on.

-- I wanted to try out new sexual techniques or positions.

-- I wanted to see what it would be like to have sex with another person.

March 3, 2008

Breeding!

Congratulations to Brian, who's expecting to reproduce a new human with wife Skylar (not pictured). Man, it seems like only yesterday you were pouring a beer on your own head. Mazel Tov!

Critical Roseanne Update

From: cg, "green bean," in NYC
Subject: Celebrity sighting.

I cant take her photo bc thats lame but im currently on a train with the original becky from roseanne. She has white hair with cotton candy pink and blue highlights.
Hot.
Also on the train with pneumonia....Hot.
cg

Leap Day, 2008

Unglamorous

West Virgina

From: Bob
Subject: great letter to the editor from my hometown paper

"Fuck the elections. Here's some issues."

Cowell and others should be nicer

I am writing again concerning "American Idol" and show biz criticism. On one show last week, Simon Cowell told a young man that he would be better off not trying to go into the music business. He said the young man was not that good. I feel that was very, very rude! If he had to let him down, why wasn't he a little kinder? I would never be rude to someone.

John Travolta said on an episode of "Biography" on A&E that when he was young, a person in the entertainment business said he would be better off doing something else and not acting. John Travolta said, "I just smartly disregarded him." That was a sensible reaction, but some people are not able to handle that as confidently as John Travolta did.

Why can't Simon Cowell be nice? Paula and Randy were nice. That is how people need to be.

Well, I'll keep watching "American Idol," but I'll pray that people be nicer to each other in this world.

Teresa K. Howard

Huntington

Ohio

From: Tess
Subject: unglamorous Ohio

Hillary, Buckeye Girl, By Gail Collins, NYT.

this was an interesting article – is it an accurate portrayal of ohio? Since my dad is german and my mom is just strange (and not from the Midwest), I've never been sure what/how much of my childhood was standard Midwestern...

From: me

bob spent all morning extolling the virtues of this column/columnist.

"she is as cooked as reheated risotto" ??

yeah, totes unglamorous. khakis. shirt by Gap.

but how about this goodie? sent by connie.

(Our high school swim coach jailed for rape)

From: Tess

Wow! Poor UA. did bob not like the risotto line? I thought it was okay, having made risotto many a time and understanding it as a dish in which rice gets very, very cooked.

From: me

that's what HE said. i was the one scoffing...

From: Mart

I thought the risotto line - while Tess and Bob got the joke - was sort of the opposite of "unglamorous Ohio". Did your mom every tackle a constant labor dish like Ristotto? Mine sure as hell didn't. Though maybe she'd try an out of the box variety found next to her favorite all-in-one combo box spaghetti dinner from Kraft. But she's still fuck it up and have to throw out the pan.

Speaking of bad cooking, thought I would share some thoughts on Emily's mom Karen's terrible cookery from her submission to be on a new Bobby Flay show searching for the worst cooks in America a friend of mine is working on.This is the real OHIO. Thought you guys might find it amusing - even more so if you know Karen.

Written by Emily Davies: Lived to tell the tale

From: Julie

Hi,

Oh my god, I almost peed my pants last night when I read Emily and Cara's accounts of their mom's cooking. For the record, I actually think risotto is better reheated. It absorbs all of the extra juices so it's less crunchy than the original, because I get too lazy to keep adding more liquid.

My mom tried pretty hard, but "homemade" definitely meant a mix out of a box, and Pam was spayed on every cooking surface (usually a plug-in electric skillet). I could spend all day on this, but for the time being:

1. "salad" ingredients: cottage cheese, red Jello powder, cool whip, canned peach slices
2. spaghetti-Os with sliced hot dogs
3. hot dogs raw (plenty of preservatives)
4. toasted white bread with margarine dunked in hot chocolate (Ovaltine)
5. 1/2 and 1/2 on sugared cereal (Tess won't let me forget this one . . . my mom thought it was like the milk she had growing up in Nebraska, with the cream still on the top)
6. And yes, fried bologna, in Pam of course.

It's surprising we didn't all have type 2 diabetes before we became vegetarians. Which reminds me that my first year of vegetarianism consisted of baked potatoes slathered with cheese product. And Tess, your house was definitely an exception. The first time I had lentils was at your house when I was sixteen, and I thought it was really exotic.

Julie

February 28, 2008

Relax. Mouse and click.


February 26, 2008

My heart's an autoclave.

This space fills itself.

Mail Beg

1. EMO

From: Brian
Subject: my heart's an autoclave

did you borrow that mountain goats cd?
it is magnificent
my favoritest one in years
plus it features jon wurster from superchunk on the tubs
superchunk + mountain goats = awesomeness

Autoclave | (lyrics)

2. SEEDS

From: SallyP
Subject: doomsday vault

Okay, according to movies, this is not good.

1. Our next president is probably going to be black or a woman.

2. They are building a DOOMSDAY VAULT!

These are very clear cut signs that the future is upon us, and we are about to be hit by a giant meteor. I learned this from watching movies. Please start making your way towards Norway, asap.

xo,
sarah

3. JACK'S, THE ONLY OSCARS REVIEW YOU NEED.

From: Jack
Subject: ENJOY!

The White Party

4. PROFANITY

From: Neil
Subject: Go Cubs?

As you may or may not know, I am a baseball fan. It is my favorite sport, and the only one i even follow enough to be called a fan of it. Specifically, I am a Chicago Cubs fan. As it will be made explicitly clear this season, this marks the 100th anniversary of the last ChiCubs series championship. And to properly sum up the Cubs last 99 years, i give you a post- day-game tirade by forgettable Cubbie skipper Lee Elia , after the Cubs suffered a one-run home loss to the Dodgers in April 1983.

Love,

Obi Kenobi

5. A CAMPAIGN TO MAKE WOMEN SEEM LAME

From: Miriam
Subject: your other career

wow, jenny, i had no idea you created these hilarious cartoons in addition to your full-time job AND hk! why so modest? and where DO you find the time?!

me: hahahaha
miriam: :D
isn' that weird?
me: awesome
miriam: it's such a lame-ass cartoon
me: its confusing because it looks like Marvin
miriam: i know!
i think it must be the same person?
me: oh, and it's called Marvin
miriam: oh, yeah, there's that
me: jenny miller did not draw marvin
miriam: i really think the name of that comic is so gross and smug
BELLY LAFFS
me: it must be a parody
miriam: oh wait...
maybe jenny miller is the name of the mom character in marving!?
marvin*
and she's a writer!
me: OH!
miriam: yes, that's it!
you are marvin's MOM!
me: shit
miriam: these are so AWFUL
i'm going to send you another

me: these are so not funny
miriam: i know!
way to perpetuate the stereotype of women not being comedic
miriam: it's especially galling b/c isn't marvin written by a man?
me: go find out
miriam: ha.
yes, sir
yes, written by one tom armstrong
me: bastard
miriam: totally!
he's on a campaign to make women seem lame

Girls Rock DC! Marvel, last Saturday night.

February 25, 2008

Like a garage sale, but with robots.

Welcome to the future.

From Neil: "Obi Kenobi made him hit that Poke'ball...duders...cutest vid evah ."

16,000 words, mostly from my sister.

AJ, Florida State Fair.

Jeanni, Marvel, DC.

Jess, Tampa: "Girl guitarist debuts at market."

"With her little sister and biggest fan."

Jess, Tampa.

Awesome falling down tree, Rock Creek Park, DC.

Jess, Tampa.

SF, Marlz. Niece.

Arlington, VA. The Wafle Shop.

Jess: "Pokin fun @ queers, FL State fair :)"

Jess, Tampa. Octo-luv.

Jess, Tampa.

Jess, Tampa. "This is the floating chapel off St. Pete. Straight peeps really get hitched on it!"

Jess, Tampa. "this skull reflection in beer glass kept me & friends entertained longtime."

Jess, Tampa. Sweet 2002."

Jess: "Final pic. Bob unhinged. that's the news from Tampa!'

Photoshoppe

bob: did you see the pitcher in which andy spliced my face and his into those of bones and spock, standing blue-shirted round the captain?

February 22, 2008

Crapdate

Democracy thanks you for taking part in our important poll. Insightful commentary and final results.

Friday Cattle Call

From Edward: "I was drinking at work again yesterday and had a little accident."

February 20, 2008

Toward a Fundamental Scatology*

By Dr. Martin Heidegger


 So you think you've got what it takes to live
 communally...
 Which of These "Real Life" Bathroom
 Oversights Was Least Acceptable in a
 Communal Environment?



  A web poll, by Jenny and Bob.
Leaving a freshly bathed dildo in the bathtub
Leaving your dirty underwear with a pad inside festooned upon roommate's towel on towel rack
Leaving a used tampon on the edge of the tub.
"I hope that bloody condom wasn't there on the floor all day."
 
Current Results

Ephemera Now...or Whenever the Time is Right.

From Debs: "This picture didn't come out so well.... It's (compliments of) Cialis antibacterial hand soap."


*bob: ooh! how about calling the quiz "toward a fundamental
scatology" named after the famous philosophy book, 'toward a fundamental
ontology' by heidegger.
(later...)
me: Heidegger doesnt appear to have written a book called that
nor has anyone
bob: eh, i caught that later. it must have been a chapter in a book i read. i'm old. [chapter found!]
me: dont matter
bob: he talked about fundamental ontologies all the time and the idea's been in the noggin for a while :)
it's close enough

February 19, 2008

Pisces season begins today. How much do you know about the fishes in your life?

Did You Know?

  1. Pisceans are particularly prone to, and must be especially wary of, poorly-fitting shoes, narcotics, and swingers.
  2. We are often Elizabeth Taylor or Albert Einstein.
  3. Flattery is the sincerest form of flattery.
  4. We'll always be around to help you move, provided there is beer and flattery.
  5. The fish have a special knack for choosing the wrong partners, yet our ESP is second to none.
  6. As bad with money as good in bed.*
  7. Unsuperficial to a boring, oddly-dressed fault.
  8. Most Likely to Care About Your Problems, and/or Steal Your Stuff to Buy Drugs.
  9. Into water, sports, water sports.
  10. Extraordinarily compassionate and sensitive, it says so right here, goddammit.
  11. Probably Wiccan or some shit.
  12. Mystical, creative, intutive, spiritual, in other words, chronically broke, retardedly romantic, might live in a tent.
  13. Easy to trick. See: The Pranks of Sheila Tiddle.
  14. Like Marines, first in, last out.
  15. Lucky numbers 2, 6

*Miss Mess says this one doesn't apply to her.


Pisceans know astrology is REAL. As such are subject to spending frivolously on zodiac refrigerator magnets such as these.

February 18, 2008

Presidential

This morning I dreamt I was eating in a glass restaurant on a prairie, and when I looked out the window I saw the grass strewn with red luggage and mini burros running crazily around. Someone had been smuggling mini burros in suitcases! and they'd fallen from a plane, obviously. So, I spent some time unzipping the cases and releasing all the dazed mini burros, worrying slightly about the havoc they might begin wreaking on the native flora, and worrying somewhat more about the huge flock of killer turkeys suddenly circling, ("It will be a bloody turkey massacre!" I thought). Then my dad called ("Uh, I'll call later when you're more awake,") then I got up, sat in the hot tub for a while, read the new Buffy comic, studied the atlas, made some lists, talked with my friend Tess on the phone ( "So, losing interest in jennymiller.com, hm?"), pet Peanut Butter, wasted some time on Myspace, ate some salmon, and worked a little. And none of that is anything to blog about. So:

A Lesbian Mystery

Vicki: Yes! Freddie's! I look like a psycho.
me: you think? i was gonna post it, guess i wont ;)
shelly looks unlike herself. that IS shelly, right?
Vicki: that's okay
i think it's laura!
i took a double-take
you can post it cause the sign and lighting are sooo classy
me: i know!
man, why cant we tell if that's laura or shelly? ridiculous
Vicki: my god, it looks like a combo. it's really weird
looks like laura's eyebrows and teeth
me: the ultimate merge
yeah, teeth
Vicki: wtf

February 16, 2008

Saturday Night In Briefs

From library dave, via Coach...

"Generation gap headline award winner"

Sunday Night Taint

From: Kristina
Subject: Djing at Taint Sun. 2/17

It's a presidential Taint! Come out and dance to the candidate who's
black AND a woman! After you get done with watching the Wire (oh
snap...Marlo disbanded the co-op? Randy's back? Omar can fly? What's
gonna happen next?!?!), stop through DC9 and dance away your
post-primary voting fatigue. It's a three-day weekend, so stay up late
and party with the Taint kids. I'll be spinning from 11 pm 'til
closing.

TAINT: TWO PRESIDENTS, ONE HOLIDAY
SUNDAY FEBRUARY 17, 2008 @ DC9 (1940 9th St. NW)
DOORS @ 9PM, $5, 21 AND UP
FEATURING DJ K LA ROCK, OPENING DJ HELEN KELLER

Join the folks at TAINT for a HOLIDAY SUNDAY party featuring K La
Rock, one of the founding members of the First Ladies DJ Collective -
an all-female dj crew based in Washington, DC dedicated to breaking
the "vinyl ceiling." Since 2002, she's moved crowds up and down the
East Coast with a delectable blend of electrofunk, booty bass,
italo-disco, dance-skronk and more.

February 15, 2008

The New Gay

A few nights ago I met these guys, Michael and Zack, who are a couple of the superstars behind The New Gay. The New Gay brought us the Rite Aid Hug In in October, if you'll recall, and last night they hosted a VDay/Anti-VDay get together at Solly's. Their site is gonna become a daily must-read, so head thee over there. What is The New Gay?

By the way, just in case this is your only source of news, which I definitely recommend, I should tell you that some crazy/bad shit is going on in the world. Namely, another school shooting, and this arresting headline: U.S. to Shoot Down Spy Satellite.

VD Wrap Up

The fine folks at FOUND Magazine remind us via VDay email of their unparalleled collection of Love-related Artifacts, like this great example of the "awesome surprise ending."

Fan Mail

What for do you think I do this?

From: JHotdish
Subject: hey there, bacon tits

dear jenny,

i cannot begin to explain the joy you have brought to my life on this vd day. every time i look at the dirtfarm valentines, i bust out laughing. in fact, i think they're like wine - they get better with age. each time i look at them, they get funnier and funnier. i mean, cutting cheese? BRILLIANT! i know you didn't create these, but your posting them just reconfirms my faith in jenny christ, superstar. yay!

lots of love and kisses,
jaime

From: Grandma
Subject: FW: Clean can be fun

One day, a man came home and was greeted by his wife dressed in a
very Sexy nightie. 'Tie me up,' she purred, 'and you can do anything
you want.' So he tied her up and went golfing.

*****************************************
A woman came home, screeching her car into the driveway, and ran into
the house. She slammed the door and shouted at the top of her lungs,
'Honey, pack your bags. I won the lottery!'
The husband said, 'Oh my God! What should I pack, beach stuff or
mountain stuff?' 'Doesn't matter,' she said. 'Just get out.'

Chat with Bob

bob: keri writes: Happy Valentine’s Day to all. And to those who
hate the day, I say this: Valentine’s Day is a Christian corruption
of a pagan festival involving werewolves, blood and fucking. So wish
people a happy Horny Werewolf Day and see what happens.
me: nice
bob: agreed.
horny werewolf day is infinitely more appealing

Tonight:

February 14, 2008

I Like Your Style!

Morning, friends. There seems to be some sort of "holiday" going on today. I feel strongly that I'll be receiving a diamond tennis bracelet in the mail. You really shouldn't have.

From: Brian
Subject: barack and roll

quote of the day, from an msnbc comment board...

African Americans are getting it right. The issues don't matter to
them. Only that he is one of their own. They are so much smarter than
women in our country. It's too bad women will never learn.

Thanks, Ben!

February 12, 2008

Seriously, how typecast can this website get?

Tomorrow in Tampa, my sister Jesse opens another Heart Gallery exhibit. Foster Children Open Hearts. (Note from Jess: "Tampa Tribune article shows my best side. Take note how they kindly covered my butt-crack. Seriously, the dude photoshopped it.") AND, last year my other sister Mandy photographed a kid for the gallery who was later adopted: Family Finds A Perfect Fit. My sisters are awesome. Now, go adopt something.

The latest on cats, the gays

HK Illustrated

From SallyPants, Chicago: "MLK in beans. Happy Black History Month from Burroughs Elementary."

From Annie, NYC: "A-mazing!"

From Jesse: Music is the food of Love.

February 11, 2008

Kittens, Porn

Everything this site ever aspired to be.

Know you like-a punnany

From: 99 Sense
Subject: know you like-a punnany

but sometimes you need some dick to do the job.
check today's entry: Head N!&%a In Charge

and thanks for all the links. your ephemera game is firm.

-kim

Phone Sex Grandma

Chat with Matt

Matthew: Phone Sex Grandma
me: i love this movie
Matthew: it's amazing
Matthew: the best part is when she's takign a piss and pretending to be asian
me: i havent gotten that far
Matthew: or in the tub pretending to be black
me: hahahaha

Kitty Porn

From: Someone named Lana
Subject: Kitty porn...?

I was looking at this in the office and Christen Greene told me to send you this.

Cute orange kitten

Problem Solving

From: Debs
Subject: from my workplace

I took a picture of a sign that had been posted in the women's bathroom.

As you will note, instead of taking down the sign once the sink was fixed, a simple hand-written addendum was added. I believe this is evidence of a larger organizational problem.

February 7, 2008

Improve While You Have A Job

Tune in tomorrow for offensive jokes. Today it's..

..Pic Message Corral!

From Marlz, SF. I believe this is to illustrate that in San Francisco shit is sideways.

From Bova, Columbus. "Chevy van with spoiler and sporty rims."

Tampa sushi. I'll have what she's having.

Tampa. Scientologists. The camera's been drinking.

Jesse, Tampa. Look what the gays are doing to bread.

Tampa. Sign broken check with manager inside.

From Rebongaz, NYC. "Barksdale went out and participated in the great American democracy project today. It's true, I guess, what they say about letting gays participate - then you've gotta let dogs do it too."

Tampa. I just thought this sign was hilarious. I think those people who appear in the "I WANT MY FUCKING WHOPPER!!" commercials qualify.

Tampa. Cuban bread morgue.

From Jesse, Tampa. Dove chocolate fortune. Awwww...

February 6, 2008

The Purpose-Driven Life

Sometimes I wonder what more I could do for you, how I could make your days brighter and your nights less terribly lonely.

1. Bizarro Saturday

Crazy shit happens when you work at a bar. DeffoTotes!

2. Realistic Sex Dolls

From: cigatalines@infocig.com
Subject: link exchange

Dear Webmaster,

My name is Helga and I’m the owner of a new realistic sexdolls blog http://realisticsexdolls.blogspot.com/.
Now I'm seeking for new friends and partners.
I want to propose you to exchange links with your blog for visitors interchange.

I'm sure our cooperation will be useful for our visitors.

Please, review my suggestion and give me the answer.

Hope to hear from you soon!

--
Best regards,
cigatalines

3. What It Takes

From: Sarah Bolen
Subject: New song posted

It's an Aerosmith cover. Can you believe that? Me neither. What It Takes, myspace.

More later.

All on the Rag.

February 4, 2008

Backblog

I was gonna write about all this stuff that's been piling up, but then I made a photo album which took a while and Family Guy is distracting. Did you know Stephin Merritt does all his songwriting in a loud bar? And I can't even blog with the TV on. (Down in Now Playing you'll find a song off The Magnetic Fields newest, btw.) So, if you'd like to see 64 pictures or fewer of Edward, Coach and I hiking Old Rag Saturday, by all means: 64 pictures of Edward, Coach and I hiking Old Rag Saturday.

Luckily the people have been sending all kinds of grade A detritus, which I've provided for you at right. At least one of those itmes will amuse you. I Guarantee It™.

Bob is nicely equipped.

February 1, 2008

Guest Content Provider: Miriam

Miriam: can i post a recipe for mannish water on HK?
me: yes
Miriam: i think it'll whet peeps' appetites for the jamaica party
ok here goes:
Directions
Clean goat head very well.
Place meat in a large pot cover with water. Add garlic and bring to a boil.
Simmer for 2 hours and add spices.
Add remaining ingredients except rum and simmer for another hour.
Add rum, spices to additional spices to taste, and simmer for 30 minutes.
me: where'd this recipe come from. are there photos?
Miriam: lemme check
i just love the first direction
it's supposed to be an aphrodisiac
me: hot
Miriam: i can't find a pic! maybe i'll just send you one of a goat?
me: :)
it's called Mannish Water?
Miriam: yes!
horrible
me: where'd you get the recipe?
Miriam: online..
obvie
me: online is not a place
Miriam: i know
that's why i said obvie
i'm mocking myslef
me: slef
Miriam: my slef is fully mocked
me: excellent
Miriam: here we go:
www.islandflave.com/recipes/manwater.shtml

Miriam: This spicy soup is reportedly an aphrodisiac (along with many other Jamaican specialties). Mannish water is sometimes called power water, and is made from goats' heads (some cooks include tripe and feet as well), garlic, scallions, cho-cho, green bananas, Scotch bonnet peppers and spinners. White rum is an optional ingredient. Often, men enjoy mannish water before drinking rum.

January 31, 2008

Break

I'm going to take a little break from the site. Maybe I'll have something to say or some pictures to post after the weekend. Ed, Coach and I are going to do this. If anyone wants to guest blog or just scribble on the wall here, let me know.


Sophie and Walter! by Mandy.

January 30, 2008

This Space for Rent

Today on HK: Vagina Ads and Emerson House events. I'm coming home tonight, assuming someone will pick me up from the airport.

From: tastybacon (aka, 99 Sense)

It seems that I have this undeniable urge to become the internet. Maybe I'm bored. Maybe I'm afraid of face to face interaction. I don't know really, all I can say is that I can't stop myself from doing kind of weird things with my computer.

Last week I started uploading some of my 99 Sense pictures to Fickr, because I think they're interesting enough to stand on their own without my saying anything. I start browsing through Flickr, adding my pics to different groups so they get seen. Couldn't find an appropriate group to post my pictures of Sweet Love douche. So I started my own group and called it Not So Fresh Feeling, and started soliciting pictures dealing with "that time of the month" from other Flickr users. I know, weird. I'm totally not the kind of girl that embraces that branch of her femininity, in fact, I curse it much like Hank The Angry Drunk Dwarf.

But anyhoo, I did that. And Slut Machine, my blogging hero, and Jezebel's patron saint of all things like sex, bad television and other amazing awful things I love picked it up today, and posted it on Jezebel.com.
Check it out. Period Pieces

and also check out the Flickr photo stream. There's no real blood, guts, or uterine lining (even I have limits) and I promise you will probably laugh. You know how I like that.
Not So Fresh Feeling

Have a wonderful day,
-kim

life, continually cheapened: 99 Sense

Emerson Street House Happenings

There are Other Peoples' Happenings happening at my house this week, if you're interested. Thursday and Saturday nights.

From: Brian
Subject: Sgt. Pepper's: The Musical!

WHAT:
A showing of the hit 1978 film based on the music of the Beatles.

WHERE:
Emerson Street house

WHEN:
Thursday, 9 pm

WHY:

"The great thing about it is that there's no actual dialogue. Even
when the Bee Gees are talking to one another, it's all through song or
George Burns's voiceover, so they don't have to act except in a broad
physical way." -- Miriam

"There are certain films that seem to be made just to put the
tolerance of a badfilm watcher to the test. This film has its place in
that pantheon, right between 'Can't Stop the Music' and 'Santa Claus
Conquers the Martians.'" -- some guy on IMDB

Yes, you read that correctly. The movie stars the Bee Gees and George Burns!

I look forward to seeing you there!

love...
brian

From: Dave
Subject: Saturday: Celebrate reggae month w/ potluck

Jamaican Prime Minister Announces February as First Ever 'Reggae Month'

When your children ask you, "What did you do for the first Reggae Month?", don't you want to be able to tell them you celebrated in the best way you knew how? By coming to Emerson St and enjoying all things Jamaican. Saturday night we'll be having a Jamaican potluck. Bring all things of the island: patties, aloo pie, mannish water, jerks and curries, salt cod, callaloo, plantains, and Jamaican brownies. Also welcome would be Red Stripe, Malibu, or any other Jamaican intoxicant you enjoy. I have been told for entertainment we will be watching Cool Runnings all night with Toots & the Maytals CDs filling our 100-disc changer. If you're a fan of Jamaican showers, you might be interested in checking out the Jamaican hot tub? Bring a friend, see you there!

This "Douche with Lysol so your disgusted husband will touch you again" ad is certainly funny, but it also reminds me of Bill Hicks.

"By the way, if anyone here is in marketing or advertising...kill yourself. Thank you. Just planting seeds, planting seeds is all I'm doing. No joke here, really. Seriously, kill yourself, you have no rationalisation for what you do, you are Satan's little helpers. Kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself now. Now, back to the show. Seriously, I know the marketing people: 'There's gonna be a joke comin' up.' There's no fuckin' joke. Suck a tail pipe, hang yourself...borrow a pistol from an NRA buddy, do something...rid the world of your evil fuckin' presence." - Bill Hicks

January 29, 2008

HK Film Review: Rambo

My Eyes Were Raped 50 Times


by Miriam


The tagline to the latest installment in the ghastly Rambo franchise reads "Killin' is as easy as breathin'." But the most helpful line in the movie is moth-eaten snake wrangler John Rambo's oft-repeated command to the Christian missionaries he escorts from Thailand to Burma to go home. If that had been on the poster in the theater lobby, I wouldn't have had to waste $10.50 on this abominable chick flick. I mean, dick flick. I would have known that this was a vanity project written, produced, directed, and starred in by Sly Stallone that is in equal parts dismayingly gruesome and horrifically boring. The script features some of the laziest writing I've ever witnessed ("They would have raped her 50 times!"), and the acting is execrable ("They would have raped her 50 times!").


Madge and Sly, ©JM
Dumb, facially paralyzed Rambo seems to believe that he can balance out his extreme brutality — such as his disembowelment of the dashing Major Pa Tee Tint, who sealed his grisly fate by having a liaison with a young boy — by looking vaguely aggrieved and hurt while he's doing it. "Ripping out a man's throat with my bare hands hurts me worse than it does him," his retarded eyes seem to plead. And I was almost rooting for the insipid missionaries (especially Julie "Whimper" Benz starring as Useless Female) to receive their just desserts for making a bad situation worse with their lame attempts to aid the Karen peasantry. Still, the film does have some camp appeal. One of the finest belly laughs elicited came during the finale, which finds Rambo going home to Arizona with freshly washed hair and a new pair of pale jeans. Looks like he took his own advice in the end. If only we had. Snort.

January 27, 2008

We've been doing some of this

Yesterday I rode Jesse's bike into the shop to get new tires. Today I'll be riding it back to her place on the island. This is what we look like standing around, waiting for it to warm up.

In other news, Mandy and AJ found kittens in the ditch. Pictures soon.