The other day at work I saw an envelope from a customer whose last name was "Venturella"

Apparently this is some hideously deformed combo of Jesse Ventura and Vampirella I was not aware of.

Or maybe Barberella...

Dude, I do tele-file. It's easier and faster. At least for me.

I just haven't finished procrastinating yet.

I cured my procrastination by already spending some of the money from my tax refund. Plus next month I'll probably have to pay a big fine to the state of IL.

I just keep telling myself I am too mature to number slut.

You're never too old to slut.

I have my own business. My taxes are complicated. I'm still in denial. I have to get through anger, bargaining, depression and usually a form 4868 before I'm ready to tackle my taxes.

Remember the "birds are smart" discussion? Check out this video on Animal Planet of Einstein the parrot: [link]

In a way, I think that being exposed to good, bawdy humor throughout one's life is probably the best way to gain a healthy attitude towards sex. Good bedroom farce can show that sex is fun, complicated, has consequences, etc. and make it seem like a natural part of life.

actually, sounds like a good idea. I have a friend who wouldn't let her kids see animals haveing sex - but killing other animals was ok- I thought that sent an odd message -- as in the circle of life has a mystery hole in it.

and who was paul addressing?

maybe vw should get her self a chocolate bunny as big as herself?

and by the way, ask the girl I threw out of the library - it is your constitutional right to talk in the library.

but, libraries should not be wet.

dry air towards your library, libkitty.

and sending out all the ma i can to those in need

A short vacation in Ohio?

YES! And what Ginger said.

Chikat, your niece kills with cuteness.

Susan, she's such a big girl! and so cute!

I was not able to get ashy this year; no transportation. Next year.

Health to Erin!

I had more, but I lost it. It wasn't about sex or religion. Though I do want to get that book that JZ recommended.

Okay, I caught up, now I'm tired. Goodnight lovely peoples.

Goodnight, Deena-who-has-a-new-tag!

Oh! That was the other thing. I tagged Jessica (I hope you don't mind Jessica). It was just too perfect to leave laying there.

Thanks, PC, and now, really, goodnight.

'Night, Deena. Sleep good!

And the conclusion she came to was that he'd been by and large dicked around with by his translators; that in the closest thing we have to the original texts, he's clearly uncomfortable with women in priestly authority, but also accepting that it's happening despite his discomfort, and trying to set standards to let it to keep happening without wrecking either the women's reputations, their new little communities, or the larger communities by whom they were still trying to be accepted. And in later centuries, when that small gasping breath of egalitarianism had been totally smothered, translators looked at what he'd written, said, "No fuckin' way, Jack!", and wrote down what they thought he really must have meant, because he couldn't possibly mean what they were seeing, because only a nutjob would say things like that about women, who as we know may not even have souls at all.

Y'know this really sounds like...Islam. Wherein some of the more insecure men read the Koran and said, "Naw, man, he didn't really mean THAT about women," and proceded to create purdah and punitive and restrictive laws for women.

Fundies. Making life hell on earth the world over.