Archive for September 15th, 2009


September 15, 2009

On the bus this weekend, this sign caught my eye:

So I suppose that means I probably should not have bought these at the Artel Art Supply store…

The littlest Unlikely G

September 15, 2009

This picture is cool as heck. Her mom, the photographer Sally Munger Mann, took it. I really enjoy her work. I like her newer stuff too, but my favorite is the stuff she did with her kids. Awesome.

Speaking of little g’s who roll hard, my daughter had to once again sit in The Quiet Chair today for talking to her friend Amelia. Also, on her recess, she was in timeout because she was running. I don’t understand that one; I’m hoping there is more to the story or else I am afraid I’m totally all for her mutinous mood about it. I felt bad for her so I took her out. I will schedule a ghost post about what we did with our afternoon —highlights: Artel Art Supply store, Bonanza Comics— in a bit.

A preview:

As far as the trouble she got into and her little g’ness, I don’t really know how I feel about this kind of shit in kindergarten, but I’m doing my best to teach her to keep her nose clean and fly under the radar, so neither of us has to have thrown in our faces the ramifications of how school is a lot like work which is a lot like jail, and if you don’t play the game, you ultimately have less money, because that is So Important, so we must all go goosestepping off like good little Germans and not make a remark when we got an understandable problem with people stepping out of bounds in their control of our life.

See, do you see? Right there. Sentences like that are why she gets sent to The Quiet Chair. Next stop: The Ministry of Love for deprogramming. We are a couple of dangerous little thoughtcriminals.

It Happens: The Great Tyrant edition

September 15, 2009

“Yeah, I got a dildo on my head. What of it?”

Barbarella: Wake up, Your Majesty! You must wake up!
Great Tyrant: Vade retro, Earth girl! I know you don’t really exist. —Barbarella.

I sometimes feel that way in the morning myself, although I usually am sans apparatus on my head (Thanks, Reno 911!). Usually. I sometimes wish my alarm would vade retro, or that morning deejays would take a flying fuck at a rolling doughnut.

Daily Batman: Smooth Dr. Jonathan Crane Edition

September 15, 2009

He does it all for you, ladies.

“I’d like to dedicate this to the lovely MILFs out there.”


Right about now.

September 15, 2009

Oh my god, total sassy molassy that I am dealing with—the American Sewing Expo is in Michigan this year. Really? Novi, Michigan, really? Why don’t you just hold it on the moon, a-holes? It’s just as bleak and nearly as far. Here’s an idea for next year: have a convention in a state that is populous and people like to go to.

I’m not trying to unfairly sway you but have you ever heard of this place called Disneyland, because I’m not sure you know this but it is in California. Not Michigan. The main thing is I can’t afford to go and traveling to Michigan right now would be a logistical and financial hassle. That’s why I’m really upset. God knows I hate Disney. I wouldn’t push anyone to line their corporate pirating coffers.

Now I’m coming off foul. I’m in an okay mood. Feeling lucky about trivia tonight. The Gentleman is too, I think. Maybe tonight will be the night! We haven’t won in awhile (thanks to the genius of Mr. Kite, Panda Eraser and the Missus, and the Trio taken as a whole, which I do not begrudge any of them) and I have high hopes. We’re taking this pub night to the moon!

“Too bad the sewing expo isn’t on the moon, since that is where we are taking the pub tonight.” –The Gentleman