It doesn't take much

I hate leaving you all on the weekends without something to keep your minds entertained so courtesy of metafilter I give you this news item. I am defiantely going to see this film in the theater on opening night. The chance to see an MP film in the theater, well, I never thought it would happen in this lifetime. ( Although, if I had the choice I'd probably go for The Meaning of Life.) Not that I was desperately willing it to happen, but I wonder now why the film wasn't released during the 25th anniversary. At least after the release of this film, I won't have to deal with hours of bickering about the portrayal of the Jews during a staff meeting (I was deferred to during the last meeting-no one seemed to care that I hadn't seen the film-somehow being born a Jew was requirement enough to comment-my response was "Uh, well, we've been portrayed in this manner for about two thousand years-so we can handle it.")

Anyone want to come with me and whistle while Graham Chapman suns himself on a cross?
Another good t-shirt idea

This t-shirt was developed as an idea for a friend's birthday present:

Evil Bitch, Inc.
Founder and CEO.


Mystery post

I ate with you, and slept with you-your body has become not yours only, nor left my body mine only
-Walt Whitman excerpted from "To A Stranger"


Impulse Buy

I was in Florida, as I remarked in my earlier post, and all these women in string bikinis with zero body fat and an even lower IQ are giving me nasty looks. ME. OK so I'm hooterific. I'm a tiny little girl with BIG ASSETS. OK. I also have big back and shoulder problems and pains as a result. Also buying clothes is a real son of a bitch. And don't even get me started on trying to buy a bra.

So I was trying to think of a way of deflected these nasty looks, specifically a t-shirt that would send the message. There were a few lame ideas ( ie "Before you hate me for my tits, realize I hate you for your manolo blahniks"), but nothing really catchy.
And then it came to me.

A light yellow v-neck t-shirt which in big block letters says:
YOU WISH.

Admit it, you know you want one.
You can't take me anywhere

"The normal man can follow the general trend without injury to himself; but the man who takes the back streets and alleys because he cannot endure the broad highway will be the first to discover the psychic elements that are waiting to play their part in the life of the collective. Here the artist's relative lack of adaptation turn out to his advantage."-Carl Jung ( as translated by H.G. Baynes) in On the Relation of Analytical Psychology to Poetry

Well, there is a reason they call me the bad bunni people. I just got back from Florida. Before I left one of the hot Argentine boys said to me "No lovers. Remember what I am saying, no lovers." And I laughed. "It's only five days," I giggled. "I'm not going to find a lover."

Well in the sage words of Garfield, it's amazing what you can accomplish when you have no idea what you can't do.

I went back to Rohr's yesterday and the hot Argentine asked, "Did you remember what I told you?" I blushed and looked down. "You didn't listen?" "Well," I explained," I TRIED to listen." "Was it at least good?" My response? "Well, of course. You think I would have violated your order for anything less?"


I will blog about this little episode more later today, but I would like to leave you with this little thought. My vacation mates have now decided that they need to take me on every vacation since I always have such an "interesting time." I told them "If you go out with me, you may not have a good time, but you'll definately have a good story."