...And I just farted on Cocksucker's head.
Phuck Phridays.
Here's a funny weblog to amuse you for a while.
NOTE: I'm gonna get a list of "R. Mildred Recommended Reading Rrrlist" together at some point as Kmittenz asked me to.
Obviously there'll be Nietszche, Lao Tzu, Sun Tzu and Marx on there as obvious choices, though I warn you I'll be throwing Protocols of the Elders of Zion on there as well because, unlike silly people who think of it merely as nasty anti-semitic propaganda, what Protocols really is, when you put it into its proper historical context, is basically the earliest formal collection of conservative memes and fascist meta-theory that exists. And viewed like that, it's actually kinda shocking how little the ideas and attacks have changed in the hundred years since protocols was first published (SPOILERS: it has changed very little).
Speaking of which let me share one little brain breaking thing for people who are more psychologically stable than I am right now, who hopefully can come up with something vaguley witty about this.
Basically you've all probably heard of ACC studios, a small group of emotionally retarded comic artists who produce right wing propaganda comics, they're the guys who came up with the whole "cyborg Sean Hannity is a freedom fighter who's fighting an evil french UN peace keeping army who's taken over america and is forcing people to act like strawliberals" thing that did the round a few years back.
ANYWAY, recently they apparently produced a shortish set of comics called "librarro", which is a portmanteu of "Bizarro" and "Libral" - because all their titles have to have the word "liberal" JAMMED somewhere into them - in which John Kerry, Howard Dean, Edward Kennedy and Hillary end up creating bizarro versions of themselves.
Now my problem is not just the lameness, nor the horrific writing going into these comics (which is exemplified by the 6th preview page they have up here), but something far scarier.
basically the bizarro version of Hillary is described as "a sultry anti-feminist".
Am i wrong in thinking that that hints towards the idea that the secret masturbatory fantasy of some (if not most) conservative men somehow involves Hillary Clinton?
Oh did you know that Kevin J Taylor, one of the most influential porn artists of the 90's who's most known for the Tardis-gina'd* WOC protagonist known simply as "Girl" , has a blog?
Going sleepy-byes now.
* bigger on the inside, at least I assume so, due to the fact that Taylor tends to stick Tom Of Finland sized manparts on his male characters.
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4/18/2008
3/23/2008
Obligatory Speech Post: Now with 100% more John Barrowman offering cunninglingus!
John Barrowman was in a movie once upon a time.
It was a bad movie.
Here is that movie cut down to a run time of 4 minutes.
I was gonna do a post about the way Obama juxtaposed the daily experience of being a POC in a racist society with the paranoid delusion some white people have about affirmative action, but Kai mostly covered it really.
The only thing I have to add is that, judging by his past speeches, Obama does, unfortunately, seem to be one of those ladder pulling types who's "thing" among his fellow white people is to be okay with white people who object to affirmative action, and even going so far as to apologise and approve of anti-AA politics.
It's why I get this little twiching eyebrow thing going on when people compare him to MLK - basically, affirmative action was something MLK thought was not the whole of the solution, becuase while it dealt with some of the long lasting problems facing POC as a result of the vast history of even-worse-than-current racisms it wasn't the magic bullet that would solve all of them, it was basically a good start to a process that still needs a lot of work to be done on top of that start. So when someone starts talking about how some white people are suffering under delusions of inferiority regarding AA, and that such delusions have just as much validity as does the daily lived experience of POC, (to the point where they can be treated, as Obama did, as equivalent and equal) I imnagine that MLK, if he hadn't been shotm he'd have responded with a stirring, heartfelt speech that could be summarized thusly:
How, in the name of God and all that is holy, is it fairer for white people to pretend they're not getting benefits from historical racism - which they certainly are - to the continued detriment of POC, yet unfair if something is done to counter act that assault upon justice, love and human rights?
I don't like it, I don't like the deep seated waft of Cosby that permeates anything Obama says with regard to race.
But on the other hand the tone, and the subject was new, and shiney and something which no other potential president in the history of our nation has even touched upon.
So my overall feeling is that time may tell if the speech is either a irrelevent peice of pretty sounding hogwash, or a "1.5 steps forward, 1 step back" sort of affair.
Though if Hillary does steal the fucking nomination, no one will even remember it by june so...
HOWEVER, let me point out to all the people who have decided to come out about hating Obama now that, for the first time in his fucking career, he's done something not weaselly and entirely meaingingless; I hated Obama back before it was popular, since 2005 in fact, when he whipped out the Letter To The Kossacks and declared that not only wasn't opposing AA programs racist (which is and was a factually inaccurate statement), but also that being anti-choice wasn't misgynistic at all.
Which was a nice thing for him and penis to declare.
However let me just point out the ways in which arch-sHillacrat Ferraro was in fact kinda right when she said that Obama wouldn't be in the position he is in today if he weren't black.
The surface level aspect of the statement was what caused all the controversy becuase it's playing the race card yada yada, but let's posit some way to make her statement accurate.
for instance, if by "position he is in today" she had meant "in a position where the Klan would threaten to shoot both him and his immediate family" then yes, he would not be in that position today if he weren't black.
But the sad thing is that Ferraro was partially correct in the context she intended as well, Obama is undeniably a token, and hence would not have gotten where he was today if he wasn't black.
But let me explain to you the great racist little twist to the stabbage of racial tokenism; no black person could get away with being as stupid, buffoonish, childish, badly spoken, ineloquent and prone to episodes of borderline kleptomaniacal greed and avarice as white politicians get away with every fucking day of their careers.
Which is to say that Condi and Powell were undeniably the smartest members of the bush administration, and their routine habit of being grossly incompetent is most probably an accidental side effect of the Bush admin's consistent commitment to massive incompetence, that would have seen either of them being thrown out of the administration if they had actually dared to be fully competent anyway.
Now understand what I'm saying: I'm not saying that POC of color are smarter or somehow better than white people, what I'm saying is that politics is racist and that that racism means that there are limitations to how high a POC can go in government unless they act in ways that make them "not scary" to the eyes of the white politicians they'll need to fellate to get any where meaningful.
Imagine for instance you had a presidential candidate who spoke with a thick southern accent, couldn't get through a single speech without flubbing most of the words including the monosyllabic ones, constantly played up his ability to ape gross stereotypes of working class people, acting dumber than a rock in the process and looked a bit like a chimpanzee.
Now imagine he was black, how close to the presidency do you think he'd be able to get?
The deep seated and unintentional irony of Ferraro's declaration is that it preceded the Wright controversy, in which Obama's pastor, with classic black baptist bombastic style and righteous, justified, anger suddenly painted Obama as maybe not as antiseptic a black token as they had believed - which is why you've got the conservative talking heads on every crappy fauz-news type channel calling Obama and his pastor racist.
Because like with the "unfairness" and "racism" of Affirmative Action, there is no racism more unpalletable, no injustice less worthy of nasty little white people wailing and gnashing there teeth at though that maybe, just maybe, a black person somewhere out there is acting like a person, complex, multilayered and not neccesarily your loyal servant, without in someway bending and bowing and constraining themselves to act, at all times and in all ways, to standards and limitations that white people put upon them.
So here's the thing:
When Obama gets confirmed as the DLC's "boy", and he's tearing into senile old Grampa McCain like a small fat child goes at a mountain of ice cream shovel first, I will be delighted to tear both of the bastards apart as they present reasons to.
But while Hillary, extension to Bill's penis that she is, represents no one but herself and other waffling mercenary DINOs who will cling to any brief political fad that passes her way, Obama represents the flip side of the experiences of POC like Andrea Smith, like every POC who's been passed over for promotion, denied a raise or otherwise had their careers retarded because someone above them who's support they need to advance hates them for "what" they are and not how they perform their job.
Ferraro was right, he really wouldn't be where he was today if he wasn't black, just as he wouldn't be where he is today if washington wasn't powered by the heat of burning crosses and it's economy maintained by the pointy white hood industry. If politics weren't racist it's likely another, probably dumber, less well spoken black guy would be in his place.
And the funny thing is that Hillary would still be losing to that dumber black guy, not because of misogyny (because anyone who won't vote for Hillary "because she's a woman" is gonna vote for McCain anyway or is going to vote for hillary on the principle that doing so might give McCain an easy election, so they're not why Obama is doing so well) but because she went from being a reasonably okay politician back in the 90's to being the shallow, superficial rightwing hack she is today and we remember the difference, and hate that shift and her with it.
If it weren't for her immense experience as a campaigner, having helped both Bill on his campaigns and having fought her own various campaigns for senate and for the NYC mayorship*, she wouldn't even be in the position she's in to make those not particularly veiled threats about cheating Obama of his well deserved victory.
{ending goes here}
It was a bad movie.
Here is that movie cut down to a run time of 4 minutes.
I was gonna do a post about the way Obama juxtaposed the daily experience of being a POC in a racist society with the paranoid delusion some white people have about affirmative action, but Kai mostly covered it really.
The only thing I have to add is that, judging by his past speeches, Obama does, unfortunately, seem to be one of those ladder pulling types who's "thing" among his fellow white people is to be okay with white people who object to affirmative action, and even going so far as to apologise and approve of anti-AA politics.
It's why I get this little twiching eyebrow thing going on when people compare him to MLK - basically, affirmative action was something MLK thought was not the whole of the solution, becuase while it dealt with some of the long lasting problems facing POC as a result of the vast history of even-worse-than-current racisms it wasn't the magic bullet that would solve all of them, it was basically a good start to a process that still needs a lot of work to be done on top of that start. So when someone starts talking about how some white people are suffering under delusions of inferiority regarding AA, and that such delusions have just as much validity as does the daily lived experience of POC, (to the point where they can be treated, as Obama did, as equivalent and equal) I imnagine that MLK, if he hadn't been shotm he'd have responded with a stirring, heartfelt speech that could be summarized thusly:
How, in the name of God and all that is holy, is it fairer for white people to pretend they're not getting benefits from historical racism - which they certainly are - to the continued detriment of POC, yet unfair if something is done to counter act that assault upon justice, love and human rights?
I don't like it, I don't like the deep seated waft of Cosby that permeates anything Obama says with regard to race.
But on the other hand the tone, and the subject was new, and shiney and something which no other potential president in the history of our nation has even touched upon.
So my overall feeling is that time may tell if the speech is either a irrelevent peice of pretty sounding hogwash, or a "1.5 steps forward, 1 step back" sort of affair.
Though if Hillary does steal the fucking nomination, no one will even remember it by june so...
HOWEVER, let me point out to all the people who have decided to come out about hating Obama now that, for the first time in his fucking career, he's done something not weaselly and entirely meaingingless; I hated Obama back before it was popular, since 2005 in fact, when he whipped out the Letter To The Kossacks and declared that not only wasn't opposing AA programs racist (which is and was a factually inaccurate statement), but also that being anti-choice wasn't misgynistic at all.
Which was a nice thing for him and penis to declare.
However let me just point out the ways in which arch-sHillacrat Ferraro was in fact kinda right when she said that Obama wouldn't be in the position he is in today if he weren't black.
The surface level aspect of the statement was what caused all the controversy becuase it's playing the race card yada yada, but let's posit some way to make her statement accurate.
for instance, if by "position he is in today" she had meant "in a position where the Klan would threaten to shoot both him and his immediate family" then yes, he would not be in that position today if he weren't black.
But the sad thing is that Ferraro was partially correct in the context she intended as well, Obama is undeniably a token, and hence would not have gotten where he was today if he wasn't black.
But let me explain to you the great racist little twist to the stabbage of racial tokenism; no black person could get away with being as stupid, buffoonish, childish, badly spoken, ineloquent and prone to episodes of borderline kleptomaniacal greed and avarice as white politicians get away with every fucking day of their careers.
Which is to say that Condi and Powell were undeniably the smartest members of the bush administration, and their routine habit of being grossly incompetent is most probably an accidental side effect of the Bush admin's consistent commitment to massive incompetence, that would have seen either of them being thrown out of the administration if they had actually dared to be fully competent anyway.
Now understand what I'm saying: I'm not saying that POC of color are smarter or somehow better than white people, what I'm saying is that politics is racist and that that racism means that there are limitations to how high a POC can go in government unless they act in ways that make them "not scary" to the eyes of the white politicians they'll need to fellate to get any where meaningful.
Imagine for instance you had a presidential candidate who spoke with a thick southern accent, couldn't get through a single speech without flubbing most of the words including the monosyllabic ones, constantly played up his ability to ape gross stereotypes of working class people, acting dumber than a rock in the process and looked a bit like a chimpanzee.
Now imagine he was black, how close to the presidency do you think he'd be able to get?
The deep seated and unintentional irony of Ferraro's declaration is that it preceded the Wright controversy, in which Obama's pastor, with classic black baptist bombastic style and righteous, justified, anger suddenly painted Obama as maybe not as antiseptic a black token as they had believed - which is why you've got the conservative talking heads on every crappy fauz-news type channel calling Obama and his pastor racist.
Because like with the "unfairness" and "racism" of Affirmative Action, there is no racism more unpalletable, no injustice less worthy of nasty little white people wailing and gnashing there teeth at though that maybe, just maybe, a black person somewhere out there is acting like a person, complex, multilayered and not neccesarily your loyal servant, without in someway bending and bowing and constraining themselves to act, at all times and in all ways, to standards and limitations that white people put upon them.
So here's the thing:
When Obama gets confirmed as the DLC's "boy", and he's tearing into senile old Grampa McCain like a small fat child goes at a mountain of ice cream shovel first, I will be delighted to tear both of the bastards apart as they present reasons to.
But while Hillary, extension to Bill's penis that she is, represents no one but herself and other waffling mercenary DINOs who will cling to any brief political fad that passes her way, Obama represents the flip side of the experiences of POC like Andrea Smith, like every POC who's been passed over for promotion, denied a raise or otherwise had their careers retarded because someone above them who's support they need to advance hates them for "what" they are and not how they perform their job.
Ferraro was right, he really wouldn't be where he was today if he wasn't black, just as he wouldn't be where he is today if washington wasn't powered by the heat of burning crosses and it's economy maintained by the pointy white hood industry. If politics weren't racist it's likely another, probably dumber, less well spoken black guy would be in his place.
And the funny thing is that Hillary would still be losing to that dumber black guy, not because of misogyny (because anyone who won't vote for Hillary "because she's a woman" is gonna vote for McCain anyway or is going to vote for hillary on the principle that doing so might give McCain an easy election, so they're not why Obama is doing so well) but because she went from being a reasonably okay politician back in the 90's to being the shallow, superficial rightwing hack she is today and we remember the difference, and hate that shift and her with it.
If it weren't for her immense experience as a campaigner, having helped both Bill on his campaigns and having fought her own various campaigns for senate and for the NYC mayorship*, she wouldn't even be in the position she's in to make those not particularly veiled threats about cheating Obama of his well deserved victory.
{ending goes here}
3/13/2008
2/28/2008
I'm Not Helping Am I?
Some times when I'm riding The Bus after a long hard day of earning my teeny tiny paycheck I get bored.
Some times when I'm riding the bus after a long hard day of earning my teeny tiny paycheck I get crazy stranger crackers talking to me like I give a flying fucking about their crazy crackery bullshit.
Today both such events occurred.
To be fair the amusement this correlation between two annoying events is largely down to the spanish speaking skills of two random latinos who I often see hopping on a stop or two after I get on, and presumably get off after I do.
Now these are one of those spanish speaking banditos who do that most terrible of things: they speak spanish amongst themselves, and thus ensure that crackery crackers such as myself are totally unable to listen to their quite interesting seeming conversation. /outrage
I say quite interesting seeming of course, but largely what I mean is that it's a conversation which I can't listen to, and is there far more interesting than it would be if I could actually listen to it, according to Newton's famous Law of Monoglot Nosiness.
Of course this is going on for a few stops, nothing that really requires comment or even taking note - I don't have an Ipod and so it's a nice background noise really but you don't really notice it all that much unless you're an insane person of some kind,.
So the insane cracker in the seat in front of mine turns to me and tries to start up a conversation. Now this is some old woman - decent, reasonably expensive clothing, not a bag lady by any measure, but she does have the sort of halitosis that they probably use in iron foundries to purify slag.
And she starts talking in that harsh penetrating whisper of the conspiritorial cracker, the sort of whisper that lets you know, before she's even finished her first sentence, that she's about to say something nasty and prejudiced and crackery as all get out.
Her first sentence goes like this: "Some people seem to be new."
I blink. Once, twice, three times and the lady seems to be saying what I think she's saying. So I stare with my bored-cat expression. The one I use as a warning to cat lovers to shut up and/or back off slowly, but not to run. Never run from that expression. Running requires a chase, and chasing involve pouncing.
Nothing good ends with a pounce.
The old lady continues; "Don't you just wonder what's so important they can't speak normally when those sorts of peopel do that?"
A plan forms, not that interesting yet.
"Oh it's okay for me," I reply, "I can speak spanish." I can't but she looks interested so I continue: "D'you wanna know what they're saying?" I finish mischievously, watch that snopping little hunger at the thought of having an "in" to the brief little private space the latinos' have carved into this sad little lady's life using their words. Away from the judging, hating senses of women like her.
So I turn and mock her in a way that she surely can't miss, but doesn't give any sign of noticing, as I look towards the latinos' I basically do an impression of the psychic guy from Heroes - eyes squint while I put one hand ot my head in that way of TV psychics. Because, as crackery americans know, bilingualism is basically a form of black magic practiced by only the occasional person with "the gift", and so requires suitable actions.
But as I squint at the latinos, I notice the bus is slowing for a stop that's not so far from my apartment.
And Coyote dances through my brain and stall until the bus stops.
That's when I look scared, with a little whispered "oh my god." escpaing my lips as though unbidden. Meanwhile, fate and chance dance in my palms because the latinos finally notice me staring at them like I'm taking a dump in my pants and stop talking to give me a weird look before trying to ignore me, while I think of spiders and attempted rapes and homelessness and all those other things I can do to fool lie detectors, and rush off clumsily as the bus stops.
then, just as I am about to step off the bus, I turn back and meet the perplexed and slight weirded out expression of the halitosis lady's face and mouth silently to her "Run."
Then I hop down to the pavement and run like all the maitre'ds of all the restaurants I've dined & dashed from were two steps behind me, just around the nearest corner back from the path I know the bus will take.
Around the corner I stop and breath with barely supressed giggle of shenanigans well played. Of course I can't resist a covert peek around the corner.
And there I see the bus carry on for a few yards before stopping, with an irritable hissing noise, to let off an ashen faced lady, with considerable bad breath and more fear than any sensible person would carry around with them, if they stopped to think about themselves rather than merely how they relate to Los Other.
Fuck Wednesdays.
Some times when I'm riding the bus after a long hard day of earning my teeny tiny paycheck I get crazy stranger crackers talking to me like I give a flying fucking about their crazy crackery bullshit.
Today both such events occurred.
To be fair the amusement this correlation between two annoying events is largely down to the spanish speaking skills of two random latinos who I often see hopping on a stop or two after I get on, and presumably get off after I do.
Now these are one of those spanish speaking banditos who do that most terrible of things: they speak spanish amongst themselves, and thus ensure that crackery crackers such as myself are totally unable to listen to their quite interesting seeming conversation. /outrage
I say quite interesting seeming of course, but largely what I mean is that it's a conversation which I can't listen to, and is there far more interesting than it would be if I could actually listen to it, according to Newton's famous Law of Monoglot Nosiness.
Of course this is going on for a few stops, nothing that really requires comment or even taking note - I don't have an Ipod and so it's a nice background noise really but you don't really notice it all that much unless you're an insane person of some kind,.
So the insane cracker in the seat in front of mine turns to me and tries to start up a conversation. Now this is some old woman - decent, reasonably expensive clothing, not a bag lady by any measure, but she does have the sort of halitosis that they probably use in iron foundries to purify slag.
And she starts talking in that harsh penetrating whisper of the conspiritorial cracker, the sort of whisper that lets you know, before she's even finished her first sentence, that she's about to say something nasty and prejudiced and crackery as all get out.
Her first sentence goes like this: "Some people seem to be new."
I blink. Once, twice, three times and the lady seems to be saying what I think she's saying. So I stare with my bored-cat expression. The one I use as a warning to cat lovers to shut up and/or back off slowly, but not to run. Never run from that expression. Running requires a chase, and chasing involve pouncing.
Nothing good ends with a pounce.
The old lady continues; "Don't you just wonder what's so important they can't speak normally when those sorts of peopel do that?"
A plan forms, not that interesting yet.
"Oh it's okay for me," I reply, "I can speak spanish." I can't but she looks interested so I continue: "D'you wanna know what they're saying?" I finish mischievously, watch that snopping little hunger at the thought of having an "in" to the brief little private space the latinos' have carved into this sad little lady's life using their words. Away from the judging, hating senses of women like her.
So I turn and mock her in a way that she surely can't miss, but doesn't give any sign of noticing, as I look towards the latinos' I basically do an impression of the psychic guy from Heroes - eyes squint while I put one hand ot my head in that way of TV psychics. Because, as crackery americans know, bilingualism is basically a form of black magic practiced by only the occasional person with "the gift", and so requires suitable actions.
But as I squint at the latinos, I notice the bus is slowing for a stop that's not so far from my apartment.
And Coyote dances through my brain and stall until the bus stops.
That's when I look scared, with a little whispered "oh my god." escpaing my lips as though unbidden. Meanwhile, fate and chance dance in my palms because the latinos finally notice me staring at them like I'm taking a dump in my pants and stop talking to give me a weird look before trying to ignore me, while I think of spiders and attempted rapes and homelessness and all those other things I can do to fool lie detectors, and rush off clumsily as the bus stops.
then, just as I am about to step off the bus, I turn back and meet the perplexed and slight weirded out expression of the halitosis lady's face and mouth silently to her "Run."
Then I hop down to the pavement and run like all the maitre'ds of all the restaurants I've dined & dashed from were two steps behind me, just around the nearest corner back from the path I know the bus will take.
Around the corner I stop and breath with barely supressed giggle of shenanigans well played. Of course I can't resist a covert peek around the corner.
And there I see the bus carry on for a few yards before stopping, with an irritable hissing noise, to let off an ashen faced lady, with considerable bad breath and more fear than any sensible person would carry around with them, if they stopped to think about themselves rather than merely how they relate to Los Other.
Fuck Wednesdays.
2/20/2008
Political Lesbians part 1
WARNING:=: POSSIBLY FOR VEGANS
fingers wove themselves through golden locks dissolving into darkened roots - one set curling while the other hung from the curly headed one's fingers limp and straight.
Oh so straight.
Their lips parted from their passioante kiss, tongues dancingly teasingly against each other as they disengaged with a wet smacking noise smacking noise. The straight hair woman's mouth pawing at the air for a moment before the lids that had covered her twin gaping soul-voids opened and she looked into the eternally unfocused gaze of the curly headed one's ravenous hunger for her taut skinned blonde goddess.
"The Seelhoff," the curly headed woman began huskily, referring to herself in the third person as always. "Wants to taste you, Ann." She darted her head forward in a quick birdlike motion and nibbled briefly on Ann's right ear lobe before withdrawing so as to give her one last lopsided glare of unbridled lust. then, in oily smooth motions, her mouth and therest of her head descended into the thick patch of inexplicably straight hair that framed Ann's brown and pink meat packing district...
fingers wove themselves through golden locks dissolving into darkened roots - one set curling while the other hung from the curly headed one's fingers limp and straight.
Oh so straight.
Their lips parted from their passioante kiss, tongues dancingly teasingly against each other as they disengaged with a wet smacking noise smacking noise. The straight hair woman's mouth pawing at the air for a moment before the lids that had covered her twin gaping soul-voids opened and she looked into the eternally unfocused gaze of the curly headed one's ravenous hunger for her taut skinned blonde goddess.
"The Seelhoff," the curly headed woman began huskily, referring to herself in the third person as always. "Wants to taste you, Ann." She darted her head forward in a quick birdlike motion and nibbled briefly on Ann's right ear lobe before withdrawing so as to give her one last lopsided glare of unbridled lust. then, in oily smooth motions, her mouth and therest of her head descended into the thick patch of inexplicably straight hair that framed Ann's brown and pink meat packing district...
1/30/2008
Substantial posts in the pipeline
#1
#2
And it will never fail to amuse me how "abortion is worse than the holocaust" has entered into the realm of the cliche.
ETA: Here's two very funny comics by Big Big Truck (who is largely responsible for getting me addicted to Robbie Robertson's music), who did these two comics about Nice Guys, and had taken them off her site.
Or so I thought, until I did some judicious googling, and discovered that with a nifty bit of url hackage one could find the damn comics were still on her site technically, they just weren't linked anywhere and so were hidden from mortal eyesight.
But instead of linking directly, I'll post the two comics here and we shall all pretend that I totally just saved them once upon a time to a hard drive.
Niceguy2 by BBT:
Niceguy3 by BBT:
She's also a good "real" artist if you have some cash and would like something painted (not fences or interior decor)
12/24/2007
Happy Chandraskar Limit!
A shit load of homeless have likely frozen to death near where you live, Happy Christmas everyone!
11/23/2007
Lenin... fanfic?
From A Soviet Poster A Day, it turns out that Lenin attracted fanficcers.
Which I'm guessing was probably better than all that jesus fanfiction you see people waving around these days.
I mena, sure, seeing mary magdalene pull that football away just before jesus goes to kick it is funny, but after a while it gets tiresome, you know?
Attempts to track down Lenin/trotsky slash have not been so forthcoming, though I did find someone mention finding a Che/Castro fanfic somewhere in thar yonder interwebz.
But do you know who needs slashing? Marx/Darwin, OMG face-muffs at war! It'd be awesome.
Which I'm guessing was probably better than all that jesus fanfiction you see people waving around these days.
I mena, sure, seeing mary magdalene pull that football away just before jesus goes to kick it is funny, but after a while it gets tiresome, you know?
Attempts to track down Lenin/trotsky slash have not been so forthcoming, though I did find someone mention finding a Che/Castro fanfic somewhere in thar yonder interwebz.
But do you know who needs slashing? Marx/Darwin, OMG face-muffs at war! It'd be awesome.
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