Just last week I successfully identified a cluster of stinkhorn mushrooms. All because I read this here blog. I took pictures! I told my friends! Life is better with Heartwarming Nature Crap! — cootie twoshoes
Send the pictures, La Cootie, send the pictures. Stinkhorns are, as the poet said, teh awesome. Obviously, if you hadn’t read here that they are also poisonous, you would have eaten them, right? Another life saved!
UPDATE: cootietwoshoes has generously consented to share a stinkhorn mushroom photo with the group. Quoth Cootie: “Note the dripping ‘stink’! Note the salivating fly!” The brown goo is a spore mass that stinks like poo to attract spore-mass-distributing insects. Cootie was lucky to find them in this resolute, stinky state; the spongey pink glory of a stinkhorn shrivels within a day or two.
I have recently dumped a manipulative patriarchal bastard, in which your blog was instrumental (the dumping, that is). I have therefore been finding it necessary to reaffirm my feminist-ity, and my, what a place to do it. It’s so great to find a blog which is so uncompromisingly radical and with such wit and humour. i.e. nice to laugh at the patriarchy as well as blame it.
— another blamer [via email]
You go girl. Whenever a blamer dumps a manipulative patriarchal bastard and has a laugh, a spinster aunt gets her
wings frozen margarita machine.
Meanwhile, the Obama presidency gets an anti-testimonial:
An impecunious woman has resorted to selling the handwritten letter from President Obama she received last year after writing to him expressing her fear that “this dreaded economy is going to have my family homeless.” The president magnanimously replied with these
meaningful words of encouragement empty platitudes:
“Please know that things will get better for you and your family.”
Obama didn’t add “by selling this letter on eBay for some quick cash!” but luckily “single mom” Ms Mathis was able to read between the lines to take quick online auction action. Because instead of “things” getting “better” for her and her family, she’s about to be evicted. Sadly, unless it’s a letter from Abe Lincoln thanking Mr Ford for the tickets to the play, presidential correspondence isn’t gonna bankroll an impoverished family for long.
Tangentially — and I should probably save this pet peeve for another post, but then again who knows when, if ever, I’ll post again? — notice how the inclusion of the phrase “for you and your family” is ubiquitous in propaganda, whether marketing or politicking. It is always aimed at women (those notorious suckers for anything domestical in nature), and instantly confers wholesome sincerity on the speaker and his/her bullshit message. Whenever you hear “for you and your family” you know you are about to be told some big fucken lie.