Bouncy Sunday

No real explanation or reason for this one, denizens. October has been a pretty Trek-less month so far, and so I thought a little Janeway bounce would do the trick. I also wouldn’t mind some of that coffee she’s bogarting…

Your Avatar Is Hawt

I first read about this video on Wil Wheaton’s blog, but I didn’t check it out at the time. Now, I’m sad that I missed out on watching it more times than I have since I rediscovered it this morning.

To anyone who has spent as much time “living” online as I have, this is so very funny. Funny because it’s true. What better way to release the creatively deceptive (or deceptively creative) fires within than by coming up with avatars that resemble the you on the inside? Yeah, you might be a boring government contractor IRL, but online there are no limits. You can be whoever, or whatever you’d like, whether it’s a a nameless lupine lover of locution or perhaps an ever-intoxicated alien officer with an anger management problem.

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Whatever. Just watch the video and shut up.

All “Wee-Weed Up”

Okay, so here’s the thing, Mr. President. Don’t ever use vernacular in your professional political setting that you use with your children. It makes you sound stupid. In fact, I daresay the phrase “wee-weed up” might be more ridiculous sounding than anything your predecessor ever uttered (although that might simply be because we expected stupidity from him and so the shock was always tempered with a general “What else did you expect” attitude).

However, I must admit to a new appreciation of this ridiculous phrase after Saturday evening. I think that was the closest at this point in my life that I have ever come to public incontinence, and it’s all Wanda Sykes’s fault. She was in town this weekend for her “I’ma Be Me” tour, and we were lucky enough to catch her Saturday night gig.

I love Wanda Sykes. I’ve been a huge fan ever since seeing her “Sick and Tired” special on HBO. This was even better. She is quite possibly one of the funniest comedians out there right now. In fact, I daresay I would place her up there with one of my all-time favorite comedians, Brett Butler, as being comparably intelligent, satirical, raunchy, and real.

The other thing about her is that she spans such an incredibly diverse cross-section of the population. Normally, I hate to use the word “diverse,” because, to quote Inigo Montoya, “You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.” Seems more and more, when something is called diverse, it just means there aren’t any White people there. You know, because we suck up the diversity with our bland Whiteness.

This time, though, it was a combination of all races, ages, genders, orientations, religions, and personality types. It was awesome, especially when you looked around and saw all of these different people from so many different paths laughing uncontrollably, together, at this incredibly hilarious woman. Now that’s something worth getting all “wee-weed up” about.

Wanda Sykes is teh awesome.

And I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For…

Ah, I wish I had more time for the lair than I do right now. However, as it is, I’m stealing time whenever I can just to keep an eye on my tracking statistics. This afternoon’s check is what has brought me here, to share with you how someone found their way to the lair twice now. Seems someone out there has an even more…interesting obsession with Dr. Crusher than I do. I was sorting through my keyword report and found the following: “nc 17 fanfic dr crusher vampire slayer.”

Holy Horny Crossovers, Batman! This is undoubtedly one of my absolute favorite keyword hits ever. Lately, the bulk of the keywords have been about sexting and Chuck E. Cheese (yeah, I’m equally disturbed by that combination, too). Plus, several of my Flashback Friday entries have popped up on the search radar; guess I’m not alone in my Gen-X nostalgia kick. But this little gem just cracked me up to no end. Could this be the next big thing in crossover fanfic? How in the world would Dr. Crusher end up in Sunnydale in the first place? That’d have to be one hell of a temporal distortion.

Okay, I’ve really got to go now…but I hope this little interlude amused you even half as much as it amused me 🙂

Dirty, Dirty Girl

How sad is it that I’ve been sat here for about 10 minutes, giggling over this:

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In case you don’t have the same horribly dirty mind that your humble hostess has, it’s the trackback link that’s left me laughing: “YOU ARE IN: Secretary of State Hillary Rodham Clinton.”

See, now I’m laughing while typing this. As much as I love Hillary, I don’t want to be quite that close. Besides, shouldn’t I at least buy her dinner first?

Dirty minds aside, if you all missed Secretary Clinton’s appearance this past Sunday on Meet the Press, then here is the transcript from her appearance. Thank you to A2, both for supplying the link and the laugh.

Cap-Sac?

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Cap-Sac: It’s a Fanny Pack for Your Head.

Is it just me, or is this the most oversexed product ever? Especially if you take into consideration what “fanny” means over in jolly old England.

Even without the added U.K. slang dirtiness bonus, I don’t really like the idea of wearing a “sac” on my head. Especially when one of the big draws is that the cap tucks up into its own sac. Hmm. Buffalo Bill as accessory inspiration? Marinate on that image for a minute while you rub the lotion on your skin; I’ll wait.

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Everything about this product screams 1980s nostalgia almost as loudly as Mr. Chapstick up there in the photo. The hats come in a variety of the most garish day-glo colors imaginable, including a neon yellow almost exactly the same color as one of my favorite hats from my early teens (I wore a lot of hats when I was young; I still do, but they’re more metaphorical than literal now…haha).

I don’t really have much else to say about this product. So I’ll just let the (NSFW) Cap-Sac Rappers take us on out…peace out.

Ultraliberal Leftist Assault

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So, dipping into the Angry BloggerTM topic files, I still receive e-mails from the GOP at my junk e-mail account. Said e-mails are still addressed to my father. Said e-mails still both amuse and unnerve me (kind of like the GOP in general). The e-mails are punctuated by catty swipes at all the big Donkey names: Obama, Pelosi, Reid, Frank. They each contain some puerile jab like “Ultraliberal,” “Leftist Radical,” or “Kitten Crusher.” Almost all the messages harp on the national deficit (but strangely fail to mention the name of the president responsible for plunging us into said deficit).

Each message is “signed” by Michael Steele, current RNC chair, former lieutenant governor of Maryland, and eternal douche bag. I love how he is so gung-ho for his party now. Funny how he did everything short of actually switch parties when he ran for the U.S. Senate a few years ago. Funnier how he lost. The messages also always end with a plea for donations to the RNC. Let me get my checkbook now!

To your right you will see a particularly amusing graphic from one of these e-mails. The graphic comes from an e-mail decrying outrage over Arlen Specter’s switch to the Democratic party. It rebukes Specter for:

[peddling] his services

Thundercats High

Principal Lion-o would like to see you in his office
Principal Lion-o would like to see you in his office

There’s a public high school in the county in which I live that makes me smile whenever I pass it. My smile is for the geekiest of reasons. It’s because the school’s logo looks so eerily similar to the Thundercats logo that all I can think when I see the school is “Thundercats, ho!”

I wonder if any of the kids currently attending this school realize the similarity. Highly unlikely that it would be mainstream knowledge, considering the fact that even the oldest students at the school wouldn’t have been born until the last year of the original 1985-90 run of the Thundercats cartoon. Damned unappreciative young people.

I bet the school geeks realize it though. SNARF!