Archive for January, 2007



Parents of today: sex up those babies!

What the moron’s baby is wearing this season. Originally uploaded by Jenny at Bombadee’s Garden.
Think your infant girl might not be exuding quite enough sex-appeal? No problem. Afraid she might somehow manage to fly in the face of convention and grow up unencumbered with the cold, crippling despair of self-hatred? Got ya covered.
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A tedious technical note

Maybe I’m imagining it, but it seems as though some of the more sensitive among you express, from time to time, an interest in what kind of camera I use, and whether I would sink so low as to affect photo-blurriness through Photoshop rather than “naturally” and so forth. At the risk of boring the […]

A slight antipathy

I had the flu for a couple of days, and when I came to and took a squint out the window, the disagreeable tableau affronting my disbelieving eyes was the above-pictured frozen purgatorial gloom. Naturally I have taken the only recourse open to a spinster aunt caught in a supernatural and obnoxious Austin ice storm, […]

Chumps and niceguys

I know. Niceguys are too easy. So, to preemptively counteract the ensuing fluffiness, first allow me to bash a chump by expressing my disbelief over a Boulder homeless shelter’s having put the hush on their decision to admit a convicted “sexually violent predator” into a residence populated by victims of just such predation, which victims […]

Adam Flockhart, creeping asshole

Some banker asshole in Edinburgh has been sentenced to community service for “creeping” into a room containing a sleeping woman, which woman he proceeded to grope. How original. He repeated this pathetic performance at least once more with a different woman a year or two later. His lawyer avers that “alcohol lay behind the offences.”
Alcohol, […]

Twisty at the movies

“Rape of the Sabine Women” 1583. Giovanni de Bologna [or, as he is known in professional circles, John of Baloney] reveals the sublime beauty in a good, classic rape.
Like many delusional Americans, I shell out a handsome monthly stipend to the Time Warner Cable Company. And for what? Once, about five years ago, I saw […]

Public Cans of Austin: Blue Star Cafeteria

It is a comfort to know that, in the event of a sudden torrent, the can designated for use at Blue Star Cafeteria by people who identify or are identified as women is equipped with a handy drain.
Although it is a restaurant, the Blue Star Cafeteria isn’t a cafeteria. Naturally this is both distressing and […]

Old Bag

Typical Texan handbag. I put Bert in it when we go to tea at the Ritz. Foto by Stingray.
I may have inadvertently given the impression that I am against carrying things around in bags. Nothing could be further from the truth, for I am an aunt of action. What could be more inspiriting than knowing […]

Wales Watch ‘07: From Godbags to Handbags

If my newsbot is to be trusted — and why shouldn’t it be; it’s dudely software maintained by a big-ass conglomerate — I calculate that a new survey is perpetrated on “3000 people” somewhere in the world about every 13 seconds.
Lard love a survey. How else would big-ass conglomerates, or people whose empty souls […]

Blamer brain trust alert 2

I wanted grouper, but the Fish Man stuck the fillet under my nose and said, “You don’t want this whiffy piece of crap. Have the halibut.” So I did, and glazed it with red wine, ginger, and Major Grey chutney.
Blaming pedagogue M writes in with this request:
“I’m trying to track down a good reading, article-length, […]




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