Archive for September, 2006



And Another Thing, vol. 2

Because I can’t leave well enough alone, there will be some screwing around with the blog template for the next couple a days. I trust you will find much to complain about.
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Patagonia to Women Rock Climbers: ‘A Delicate Pointelle Weave Offers a Touch of Femininity’

Each new weekday that dawns on the Twisty Bungalow brings with it a fresh bombardment of mail order catalogs. I did not ask to be inundated with mail order catalogs, but you know how it is. Some achieve garbage, others have garbage thrust upon them.
Anyway, owing to ankle surgery, I’ve been laid up lo these […]

Don’t Let iMovie Happen To You

Sadly, this is what happens when you’ve been lying around like a slug for a month with a bum foot, and tut tut it looks like rain, and Stingray, who is thumbing through one of the 567,903,761 mail-order catalogs that were delivered to your bungalow against your will yesterday, holds it up and says, “I […]

Buenos Aires Café: Am I Dreaming, Or Am I Asleep?

Our affable waitdude threw an extra ham-and-cheese croissant into my carry-out box in a failed effort to get me to put a sock in the ceaseless flow of gushing stream-of-consciousness love-gibberish I loosed on him when I went to pay the bill.
My fellow peckish Austinians—and anyone else who finds herself lurching through life in search […]

Saturday Photo Addendum to Friday Patriarchy Check

Several of the merry commenters on yesterday’s post—wherein I Googled the word ‘women’ and reported the results—seemed to think I was just making shit up when I wrote that the first four items were exclusively concerned with women’s subordination. It is my young life’s dream to alleviate idiocy wherever I find it, so patriarchy-deniers will […]

Friday Patriarchy Check

Here’s something extraordinary that just dawned on me: although I’ve googled women, I’ve never Googled ‘women’. So this morning I gave it a whirl. Behold my findings.
Item the first: NewSexBuddy dot com. How to score a one-night stand.
Second is “1000s of sexy women.” Great news! They all want to suck your cock!
Next there are three […]

Thrones

Japan loves a throne. They have two principal kinds: automatic Toto toilets with heated seats that spray you with Lysol and blow-dry your butt, washing away to distant polluted shores the unseemly filth associated with having functional internal organs; and the kind that is ascended to. Which is more hilarious? You decide.
The spinster aunt more […]

Here’s Lookin’ At You, Liz

Crap. Vibrating Liz has deleted her excellent blog. I tried to check her out this morning but kept getting redirected to a cheesy sex toy site that insisted I was searching for ‘black vibrator’. Black vibrator indeed. I hadn’t even had my coffee yet.
Did you ever read ‘Granny Gets A Vibrator’? Hilarious stuff. Here is […]

Got Milk?

Members of the Faster clan (sibling Tidy and niece Ro-Tel) subverting the status quo in 2003
Ripped from the headlines: Actual local TV news ‘update’:
“Is breast-feeding in public beautiful or tab-oo? Tonight at ten find out what Austin thinks about this divisive issue!”
Holy Frito-pie on a Guardian Select aluminum crutch.
So how did infant sustenance come to […]

No Joy

Grim unphotoshopped foto of a drunken slob, male. Subject was espied exhibiting behavior typical of the species (e.g. Texas Longhorns fan passed out cold, fly open, may or may not have pissed self) at a bus stop near the Erwin Center on Red River, September 1, 2006.
I have spent the entire morning locked in mortal […]




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