Basically, just another blog
I’m deeply ashamed of myself for not blogging in so long. Twenty days, for those of you keeping score. As in, just a day shy of three full weeks. FOR SHAME.
Of course, that doesn’t mean I’m going to start in earnest now. Maybe tomorrow. In the mean time, I leave you with this. Kisses!
A few minutes ago, the awesome-as-always @dooce posted these two upates to Twitter:
That made me laugh really hard, because I was raised Catholic, and it seriously warped me. OK, that’s not the REAL reason. I mean, yes, I was raised Catholic, and it did warp me just a little bit. But the reason I laughed was because this was the kind of question I used to drive the teachers crazy with in CCD.¹
In fact, I remember once asking specifically what would happen if a person took Communion, and then vomited. Our entire class was both horrified and fascinated by the teacher’s colorful description of how a priest would have to (SKIP THE REST OF THIS PARAGRAPH IF YOU HAVE A WEAK GAG REFLEX OR ARE VERY SQUEAMISH) pick through the vomit, find what was left of the communion wafer, and then have it buried in consecrated ground.
OMG, y’all. That is some seriously spooky stuff right there.²
¹CCD, for those who don’t know, is religious education that all Catholic children who don’t attend Catholic schools are supposed to get every week until they graduate from high school. Ours was every Tuesday night, and afterward we had pizza for dinner and would watch “Happy Days” and “Laverne and Shirley.” The classes were boring, usually. Except for that night when I asked about the throwing up thing.
²No idea if it’s true, actually. Wikipedia was not helpful on this subject. I always thought it sounded a little bit too dramatic to be real.
..the first time I ever saw “The Rocky Horror Picture Show?” It was some time in the late 80s. A friend took me to a midnight screening (of course) on the East side of Cleveland, in a glorious, run-down old theater that actually had a balcony. It was fabulous from start to finish, but specifically, I won a fabulous prize. Before the movie started, one of the “hosts” went into the audience and held a number of silly contests. I won a can huggy (long since gone, sadly) by guessing exactly what vegetable he had in his pants.
It was a squash. And that is why, to this day, watching RHPS makes me think of squash.
I was just reading this interesting article on Amelia Earhart and research that is being conducted that might help definitively answer the question of what actually happened to her and her navigator. Researchers believe her plane, which was running low on fuel, may have crashed on a small, deserted tropical island (think “Castaway”) instead of crashing and sinking in the ocean, as originally believed.
Anyway, I’m reading through this article and they mention the coconut crab. “Coconut crab? What the heck is that?” I think to myself. And, ever the proactive Googler, I look up “coconut crab.”
EEK!
If you really, really want to terrify yourself, click on this link and look at pictures of the ugliest animal I’ve seen in quite a while. If, like me, you are terrified of spiders and creepy crawlies (even though I find crab legs delicious), you may just want to skip the pictures.
Damn! I mean, DAMN! That is a scary looking crab. I’m still shuddering.
Have you ever taken a look at your spam folder? I have. Most days, I review my spam folder in Gmail once or twice. I quickly scan all the messages that Gmail has wisely shunted directly into spam, making sure nothing that I actually wanted to read got put in there by mistake. Then I delete everything forever.
I’ve noticed a pattern.
Almost all the spam is about Viagra. Seriously! OK, a few for World of Warcraft gold sellers, fake Rolex watches, and diet supplements, but mostly Viagra or “herbal” Viagra or some other product that supposedly does the same thing as Viagra (give dudes boners). If I made a pie chart of what the distribution of my spam folder is, it would look something like this:
Why?
