Tuesday, July 19, 2005

disturbing, yet soothing

Choice tidbits from Minneapolis' Star
Tribune article on My Little Pony fanatics:

"Tamara Forsyth, 22, isn't the type of woman you'd expect to dress up like a pink pony. Forsyth has tattoos and piercings and her haircut is post-modern shaved.

"She's very alternative, as you can see," said her mother, Anna Simmons, of Winona.

But on her long train ride from Beaverton, Ore., to Winona, Forsyth cut little pink hearts out of cloth and sewed them onto a pair of pink cotton pants. In Winona, while visiting with her mom, she fashioned a mane and tail out of pink yarn. She became a punk rock version of her favorite pony.

Crossing her tattooed arms, Forsyth announced proudly: "I'm Snuzzle."

A cynic might think a punker like Forsyth attended to poke fun. She did not.

"I love the ponies," she said. In fact, she has more than 300 of them, most collected in childhood. She was partly drawn to them because of her aversion to Barbie dolls.

"I hated Barbie," she said. "Barbie creates an unrealistic role model for young girls. But for a little girl to play with ponies? It's not like they expect to grow up and be ponies."

She still plays with them on occasion. "I set them up in scenes and take pictures of them."
Not all her friends appreciate her hobby. "One friend said, 'They're scaring me, man. They're staring at me.' " "

Uh, yeah. She sets her ponies up in "scenes??" Sisterfriend, don't act like everyone's not into the SM lingo. What a dirty, dirty pony lover.

Also a favorite - a boyfriend of a pony fanatic says:

"I figure, if it makes her happy, I don't have any problem with it," he said. "I mean, it's just a toy. It's not like she's collecting severed fingers or something."

Why do I feel like he's said that many, many times? Maybe repeated that last bit over and over to himself? Sorry dude, your girlfriend is a whack job. Hopefully she's hot, but still, kind of crazy.

I realize those comments come from a girl who knits obsessively and loves Latin - but I just think that further enables me to recognize a fellow freak when I see one!

Monday, July 18, 2005

soooooo dirty

compliments of my friend Rich:

You know that someone in the editing department had a good, long laugh over that. Dirty. I love it!

Wednesday, July 13, 2005

on my way to urban legend

Distressingly, I've had hiccups three times today. I know that statement ought to be filed in the navel-gazing-pretentious-wanker realm of blogging, but good jesus, when I get hiccups I get scared. I worry, am I going to end up like that mysterious dude who had hiccups for seventeen years or whatever? What a complete pain in the ass that would be. I would really like to avoid that fate, or at least, fueling that urban legend by becoming it!

Me, only I'm not a white dude in a suit. The Twilight Zone-esque background is thoroughly correct, however:

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

ah, ick

From cnn.com regarding Rep. Rick Santorum's (R-PA) new book:

In the book, Santorum makes the case that abortion puts the liberty rights of the mother before those of her child, just as the rights of slave owners were put before those of slaves.

"This was tried once before in America," Santorum writes. "But unlike abortion today, in most states even the slaveholder did not have the unlimited right to kill his slave."

Let's not forget the excellent noun, santorum, as coined by the lovely Dan Savage:

Santorum (n)
the frothy mix of lube and fecal matter that is sometimes the byproduct of anal sex

Rick is just so gross. I feel sorry for that frothy mix of lube and fecal matter - it's getting a raw deal by being hooked up with this asshole.

knitting is even tougher than i had hoped!

I want everything these people have to sell.

On a completely unrelated note, I've had so many salt water taffys today I can feel my eyeballs vibrating in their sockets. Apparently I should cut back. Duly noted, eyeballs, duly noted.


While our boy Karl may not have sold us out to the British, he sure as hell is worthy of a Benedict title if he did, indeed, gave out Plame's name in retribution for her husband's NY Times article.

1. Violation of allegiance toward one's country or sovereign, especially the betrayal of one's country by waging war against it or by consciously and purposely acting to aid its enemies.
2. A betrayal of trust or confidence.

[Middle English, from Anglo-Norman treson, from Latin trditi, trditin-, a handing over ; see tradition.]

Now, while I'm not sure that he violated definition number one (unless he secretly loves theIraqi insurgents), he sure as shit is knee-deep in definition number two.

Thursday, July 07, 2005

oh london

I heard about you, London. I'm thinking about you - I wish you guys the best of health and safety today and while you sort out this horrible mess.

I heard on the BBC this morning that the streets are filled with people, and that the feeling in London is dazed and surreal as everyone walks about in the streets without cars or buses, everyone on their cell phones, assuring their families that they're okay. That sounds exactly like New York on 9/11. I am so, so, so sorry to hear that scene is repeating itself. What a horrible history to repeat.

Friday, July 01, 2005

This is from that big design show in Milan this year. A knit fence. There are no words.


You are DNA. You're a smart person, and you appear
incredibly complex to people who don't know
you. You're incomparably full of information,
and most of it is useless.

Which Biological Molecule Are You?
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