Archive XXXIII: Late Winter Early Spring 2007/08. Baruch.
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
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Better peeing in the alley next to Polly's, U Street. |
Bob in LA disguise. |
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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. |
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CA and I ate this, despite the fact that it was called
"Squid marinated in its own guts." It was vomitous.
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It made this monkfish liver seem downright pedestrian, and yummy. |
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PA gay jews, in Arlington, VA Whole Foods. |
Coach sez, Happy Birthday, hope it's a Personal Best. |
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A smoking baby with a rubber chicken, from Eric. |
And a kitten, same source. |
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Flor and Sallypants flaggin' PacMan. |
Decatur Street: The saddest American flag. |
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cg: nyc skyline, saturday night. |
Baltimore liquor store: Wanted. Thief: The Stinky
Bandit.
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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.
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.
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.
- Smaller "Scandals" from Danielle: "this guy seems very sad," and "this guy seems like a douche."
- 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.
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.
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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.
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.
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

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.
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
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
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.
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.
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AJ, Florida State Fair.
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Jeanni, Marvel, DC. |
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Jess, Tampa: "Girl guitarist debuts at market." |
"With her little sister and biggest fan." |
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Jess, Tampa. |
Awesome falling down tree, Rock Creek Park, DC. |
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Jess, Tampa. |
SF, Marlz. Niece. |
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Arlington, VA. The Wafle Shop. |
Jess: "Pokin fun @ queers, FL State fair :)" |
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Jess, Tampa. Octo-luv.
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Jess, Tampa. |
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Jess, Tampa. "This is the floating chapel off
St. Pete. Straight peeps really get hitched on it!"
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Jess, Tampa. "this skull reflection in beer glass
kept me & friends entertained longtime."
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Jess, Tampa. Sweet 2002."
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Jess: "Final pic. Bob unhinged. that's the news from Tampa!'
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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?

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."

Toward a Fundamental Scatology*
By Dr. Martin Heidegger
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

Pisces season begins today. How much do you know about the fishes
in your life?
Did You Know?
- Pisceans are particularly prone to, and must be especially wary of,
poorly-fitting shoes, narcotics, and swingers.
- We are often Elizabeth Taylor or Albert Einstein.
- Flattery is the sincerest form of flattery.
- We'll always be around to help you move, provided there is beer and
flattery.
- The fish have a special knack for choosing the wrong partners, yet
our ESP is second to none.
- As bad with money as good in bed.*
- Unsuperficial to a boring, oddly-dressed fault.
- Most Likely to Care About Your Problems, and/or Steal Your Stuff to
Buy Drugs.
- Into water, sports, water sports.
- Extraordinarily compassionate and sensitive, it says so right here,
goddammit.
- Probably Wiccan or some shit.
- Mystical, creative, intutive, spiritual, in other words, chronically
broke, retardedly romantic, might live in a tent.
- Easy to trick. See: The Pranks of Sheila Tiddle.
- Like Marines, first in, last out.
- 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.
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
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
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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.
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.
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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 Valentines Day to all. And to those who
hate the day, I say this: Valentines 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:
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!

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
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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.
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.
Improve While You Have A Job
Tune in tomorrow for offensive jokes. Today it's..
..Pic Message Corral!
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From Marlz, SF. I believe this is to illustrate that in San Francisco
shit is sideways.
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From Bova, Columbus. "Chevy van with spoiler and sporty rims." |
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Tampa sushi. I'll have what she's having. |
Tampa. Scientologists. The camera's been drinking.
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Jesse, Tampa. Look what the gays are doing to bread. |
Tampa. Sign broken check with manager inside. |
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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.
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Tampa. Cuban bread morgue.
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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 Im 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.
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.

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.
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.
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

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, ©JMDumb, 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.
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.
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