Why am I earwormed with "Afternoon Delight"? Because right now it's morning, and even if it were the afternoon, I have no baby who I could find and hold tight....
Spike ,'Get It Done'
Natter 43: I Love My Dead Gay Whale Crosspost.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
This is Sad and Wrong:
An exasperated father has discovered to his cost that cyberspace is not the ideal arena for family feuds. Two weeks ago Steve Williams became so fed up with his daughter's messy bedroom that he built a website featuring pictures of his slothful offspring's lair in an attempt to shame her into action.
But the public humiliation proved a short-lived victory. While it did spur his daughter, Claire, into tidying up her room, it also whet her appetite for revenge. With the help of her father's friends, the 20-year-old business student has now set up a rival website that displays photos of him in a variety of compromising situations.
"All my friends feel sorry for Claire so they're ganging up on me," said Mr Williams, of Whitehaven, Cumbria. "They've managed to dig out photos of me drunk and dancing round with a handbag at a party, and also put pictures of my garage on to show it's not just Claire who's untidy.
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Mr Williams' site, www.shameit.com, has proved hugely popular with disgruntled families from all over the world. Nearly 40,000 people have visited the site in its first fortnight.
A friend of mine in high school had such a filthy bedroom that her mother would periodically go in while she was at school, bag literally EVERYTHING (dirty clothes, dishes, tapes, shoes, etc.) up in big, green plastic garbage bags and lock them in the truck of her car. My friend would have to buy the bags back at $5 per bag, one at a time, until she put everything in them away.
Religious beliefs of comic book superheros
Heh.
J. Jonah Jameson. religious affiliation: hates Spider-Man
It's funny because it's true.
My friend would have to buy the bags back at $5 per bag, one at a time, until she put everything in them away.
Excellent plan. I once heaped my roommates' phenomenal piles of crap up in front of their doors while they were sleeping. They had to deal with it before they could get to the bathroom in the morning. Things got neater after that. The lesson? Don't piss off the one morning person in the household.
My room was always a complete tip when I was a teenager. It still usually is when i'm at home, actually, but at least now I pay rent and have a leg to stand on. I was the good daughter though, so my parents didnt particularly mind it, unless the moldy plates really started building up.
Damnit. I now have the sneezes and watery eyes.
I'm still going to procede as if I'm driving to NC this weekend (ie, cram all the prep I should have done LAST week into this week) but if this is a cold, and acts like prior colds, I'll probably be out of commission. I was lukewarm about going, but it would suck to not go because I feel like crap.
My room was pretty messy as a kid, but the mess was pretty much all paper, so there wasn't anything growing in it.
If you need a dose of irony, there is an article from FAIR with lots of quotes from the media about how the Iraq War was over and done from three years ago.
Big Salon article: The Battle to Ban Birth Control
Gah, these people just fill me with despair. So epically wrong-headed and contemptuous of women (under cover of being so very deeply concerned for our fragile well-being), so utterly destructive. And I bloody well hate the jackholes who are running the Catholic Church. Humana Vitae was an ethical and theological catastrophe, and it's given so much ammunition to so many terrible people (and wrecked the careers of the priests who were vocal in opposition to it).
Fuck fuck fuck. Yesterday as I was leaving church, a nice old church lady stopped another woman and me asking us to sign a petition putting parental notification on the ballot for November. The other woman said she'd have to think about it. I told the petitioner exactly why I was hell no not under any circumstances gonna sign that thing and why I believed it was completely wrong, unnecessary, and harmful to the most vulnerable of the girls it purportedly sought to protect -- I was loud enough for the other woman to hear, and I hope like hell I convinced the other woman to not sign (she did leave without signing yesterday, anyhow). But I'm still shaking over it.