Archive for the ‘Absurdity’ Category
Wednesday, July 8th, 2009Below is a screenshot of my outbox over the last week. Apparently I only want to talk about three things during the summer.
Basketball, drunken debauchery, and food. What else is there, really?
This post is for Adrianne and Jurvis, who think they have a problem with their kitten.
There’s still time to train Jack the Ripper. His teeth and claws aren’t that big yet. And he probably still thinks you kill a man by cutting across the wrists, like he sees on TV. You don’t really have to worry about your cat until he learns to cut along the veins.
DING! DING! DING! DING!
OK, Christ, I’m awake, but what the hell time is it?
Three AM. Awesome. Why am I awake, again?
DING! DING! DING! DING!
The most recent edition of UCI’s student newspaper includes an opinion piece titled “Evolution Doesn’t Make Much Sense.” Below the fold I’m reproducing a letter I sent to the editor of the Opinion section of the paper, calling for better fact checking and quality control in that department. What we really need is for those angrier and more eloquent than myself to take the paper to task as well, but they’re probably too busy doing actual work.
Possibly the answer is, “Ew. Way more good than one that you make us look at.”
Nonetheless, I’m going on the assumption that the power of the playoff beard increases with the number of people who see it. This seems most in keeping with the logic of the playoff beard.
First playoff game is tonight. Here’s hoping that I’m back next week with a picture of a beard twice as long.
Also, I will have pictures of Ruth’s brother Leon’s visit up as soon as I remember to get them off of her laptop and onto the intertubes.
Using only the subtlest of references, Belle Waring points to a Pandagon post on the “wedding-industrial complex.” Therein we learn that the average wedding these days costs $27,000. I’m pretty sure that if you look up “freaking absurd” in Wikipedia, you’ll find a picture of that.
The best part is the story about the limousine company that charges an extra $150 if the bride and groom will be riding, and will drive off if they arrive to find a person in a bridal gown who has not booked the “wedding special.” Sounds absurd (and it is, kind of) until you get to
My ex’s stepmother was a caterer and she said she would not even do weddings unless they paid through the nose for it, because she was sick and tired of being the occasion for fights between brides and mothers-in-law or being screamed at for minor and often imagined imperfections.
Fair enough, then. I can’t tell you how glad I am that our whole affair is so much more low-key than that.
In other news, the funniest thing I’ve read this month. Before you go, note that Zoë is five years old.
There has apparently been some confusion as to whether or not the hand groping Abby’s breast in the photo linked from the About Us page is Photoshopped-in. Let me assure you: that is definitely Corinne’s hand. The confusion arises from the fact that Corinne’s arm looks like it’s part of some decoration in the window.
Please be advised: Corinne is an incorrigible groper. If you plan to attend the wedding, there is always some danger that Corinne may attempt to feel you up. Ruth and Todd will not be held responsible for any emotional damage that results from any such attack.