This is cool (from Sullivan's blog):
It Gets Better
After yet another teen suicide by a gay kid after relentless bullying, ignored by his high school in Indiana, Dan Savage is starting a new project:
I’ve launched a channel on YouTube—www.youtube.com/itgetsbetterproject—to host these videos. My normally camera-shy husband and I already posted one. We both went to Christian schools and we were both bullied—he had it a lot worse than I did—and we are living proof that it gets better. We don’t dwell too much on the past. Instead, we talk mostly about all the meaningful things in our lives now—our families, our friends (gay and straight), the places we’ve gone and things we’ve experienced—that we would’ve missed out on if we’d killed ourselves then.
Another way to help this continuing crisis is to support the Trevor Project, which runs a suicide hotline for gay kids, and has saved many lives.
So. Today is Elephant Appreciation Day. It is an actual day, but one of my best friends and I have been celebrating it pretty regularly for many years now by telling each other horrible elephant jokes. All. Day. Long.
A sample:
How do you put an elephant in a Volkswagon Beetle?
Open the door. Insert elephant. Close the door.
How do you fit 4 elephants in a Beetle?
2 in the front and 2 in the back.
How do you know if an elephant is visiting you?
A VW Bug is parked outside your place with 3 elephants in it.
I've got two bad elephant jokes! The first is on a wee totebag I've had since I was little: How do you know if there's an elephant in your bed? (other side) There's an E on his pajamas.
The second is: What do you get when you cross an elephant with a rhinocerous?
Elefino!
What do you do with an elephant with 3 balls?
Walk him and pitch to the rhino.
Nasty cat-pee chair is OUT. And it was inundated. Gross. But I was right.
See? SEE?!
Ahem.
I'm tired and gronky and can't breathe and don't know if I'm coming down with a cold or experiencing side effects. Have immense amount of work to do. Still haven't finished writing my self evaluation, and it needs to be good because I'm a) getting a new manager, and b) this review cycle affects promotions and raises and bonuses.
But at the moment, I'd just like to breathe. I suppose I could run to CVS for Afrin.
The second is: What do you get when you cross an elephant with a rhinocerous?
Elefino!
Awwwww! That's the first thing my sister's now husband ever said to her! They were sixteen and at church camp so it was slightly risque to
swear
(particularly since she was his boss' daughter.)
He was working at the dish window and every day he'd try and work up the nerve to talk to her as she dropped off plates. Finally, he did. The rest, as they say, is history...
