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This is the same thing I posted on my Tumblr
My father was an Army Specialist during Vietnam. His father was a Corpsman in the Pacific during WWII. My grandfather’s ship was sunk and he was taken prisoner. He survived a little stroll known as the Bataan Death March. Regardless of my own personal dislike of the way the corrupt political machine running the USA uses the military, I fully support the individual soldiers and recognise the tremendous sacrifice they’ve made. I hope that a day such as Veteran’s Day would be used to honor their service and to promote the cause of better health care and treatment of those soldiers returning from service, both physical and mental. Our government sent these people to the brutality of war, it is only right that they do everything they can to support them once they return.
Back in the day I was a musician. A vocalist, to be precise. I’ve been involved with choirs/choruses for as long as I could make sounds. In high school, I was in the All-State choir. I scored an Excellent in student conducting at State competition. I was even a Music Education major in college. These statements are not made to brag, but rather to inform the reader of the seriousness of my musicianship. This is important to know as you continue to read.
A friend of mine from high school had a tremendous bass-baritone voice. Very classical, very powerful. He was much more of a musician than I was. He was also extremely raunchy, which helps explain why he was my friend. Back then we collaborated on a song based on the Simon and Garfunkel hit Sound of Silence. Unfortunately, we only completed the first verse, but I felt it was good enough to share with y’all anyway.
Hello penis, my old friend
I’ve come to play with you again
I know you are so long and hard
I’ll be sure and use some lard
And the sounds of my screams will echo off the bathroom walls
As I squeeze my balls
Listen to the sound of whacking
What happens to a promising young vocalist with this kind of creative potential (in other words, my friend)? They become an evangelical preacher!
I left this comment on my friend Tall Penguin’s blog in response to her musings on the absurd nature of her life:
Absurdity and over-the-top awesomeness seem to be major themes in my life right now, while simultaneously being incredibly profound and meaningful. All that stardust coalescing over billions of years has led to this? How fantastically absurd and amazing! I can honestly say that I love my life
I don’t usually go on in great detail about my personal life here. I’m much more comfortable snarking at the religiotards or railing against stupidity. But sometimes I will stop, take a hard look at my life and say, “You know what? Life is pretty fan-fucking-tastic! How in the hell did I end up here?!” Where ‘here’ is this astounding place where I am loved and where I love.
Jonathan Coulton is the fucking man! And someone put together a fantastic video for his song Skullcrusher Mountain.
And in related news, JoCo is opening for They Might Be Giants! Of course, not while they’re down here where *I* am. Nooooo, that would just be too awesome. Instead, they’re playing together in places like Atlanta, GA. Poopie-heads.
Anyway, this one goes out to all the girls I’ve loved before…
Yes, it has been a couple of weeks since my last post. But it was full of boobie goodness, so I can be forgiven, right? Right.
In case you didn’t know, November is National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo, not NAMBLA. I don’t know why I keep screwing that up). Don’t worry, I’m not participating this year, you don’t have to slog through post after post of angst about writers block or updates on my word count or how I’m going to hang myself for ever getting into it in the first place. No, I did all that back in 2005. When I won. A 50,000 word novel in 30 days. That’s what I did. By hand. In pencil. Did I mention that I won?
But this post isn’t really about me (did I mention that I wrote long hand? With a pencil? I did? Oh, ok). It’s about all you other poor suckers who have gotten sucked into obsessions about if it’s ethical to write very, very, very, very, very, very long descriptions in an effort to pad your word count or if you should use your main character’s full name every single time you mention him/her/it. Yes, this post is in honor of those silly friends of mine who were seduced by the literary slut of NaNoWriMo. For she is, indeed, a slut. She seduces thousands of people every year into living with her, where she bleeds them dry of all their creative juices and their will to live.
But this is just the first day. I’ll save the motivational talk for later on in the month. And if this is your first time, be warned: NaNo (as she likes to be called by her pets) can be a cruel mistress, but damn is she good!
Ahem. Now that I’ve gotten your attention (and I know I made y’all look), let me explain. Very few people can claim to not like boobies. Men and women both generally appreciate a nice rack. At least the men and women I hang out with do. YMMV.
Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, boobies. Boobies are a precious commodity that deserve to be preserved and kept at their peak operational condition. Unfortunately, that bitch breast cancer doesn’t want us to enjoy boobies. She takes twisted pleasure in destroying lives one boob at a time. I’m anthropomorphizing, but you get the idea. Everyone likes boobies; no one likes breast cancer.
So let’s do something about it. There are already a great number of organizations out there fighting the good fight to save those precious boobies. Doctors and scientists and fundraisers are all working hard so that every teenage boy or girl gets a chance to cop that first feel while awkwardly making out with that cutie that they finally got up the courage to ask out on a date.
Let’s help those organizations out. Let’s raise awareness of breast cancer. Let’s raise money to fight breast cancer. And the best way I can think to do that is to follow the example of the lovely @boobiewed, @shimmer418 and @honey_is_evil and show our boobies! Everyone should participate in Boobie Wednesday(#boobiewed) by changing their avatar or profile pic to a nice set of boobies. It doesn’t have to be graphic; a tasteful shot of cleavage will do. And don’t leave the men out; we want to see moobs too! Men can get breast cancer too.
Educate yourself on what breast cancer is. Go to National Breast Cancer Awareness Month (www.NBCAM.org) and check out their “How To Help” section.
The point is to draw attention to the cause. And also to raise money. So visit sites of organizations working hard to save boobies, like NBCF andKomen for the Cure. Unfortunately I just missed the 2009 Boobiethon, but it’s never too early to start getting ready for next year! And please stop by the official Boobie Wednesday store where all profits will be donated to the National Breast Cancer Foundation.
Take action. Show your boobies. Because a nice rack is a terrible thing to waste.
Especially when you’re bored on Twitter.
Since my tweeple were being boring, I tweeted this to get a little action going:
You tweeple are being boring this afternoon. Spice it up a little. Throw in some cross-dressing midget pole-dancing or something. C’mon!
Wouldn’t you know it, my good buddy @RelUnrelated came through with the following video. All I can say is, enjoy!
Srsly. And it is the perfect activity for Blasphemy Day tomorrow.
Remember paper dolls? And those Color-form things? This is even better: Jesus Dress Up! Don’t let him get all cold, hanging up there; dress him up!
And in case anyone is looking for any gift ideas, they sell refrigerator magnet sets. I’m just sayin’.
Just a few of the search terms people use to find my little corner of teh intertubes:
- cool shit
- really cool shit science
- fuck duck
- horses ass
I wonder if the person searching for “cool shit” was the same one looking for “really cool shit science”. Perhaps they were refining their query parameters?
So I went to this little shin-dig in Atlanta last weekend; a little something called Dragon*Con!
Per their web site:
Dragon*Con is the largest multi-media, popular culture convention focusing on science fiction and fantasy, gaming, comics, literature, art, music, and film in the US.
In other words, it’s a geek nexus, where Star Trek redshirts rub elbows with Star Wars stormtroopers while steampunkers and vampires look on. It’s loaded with tons of panels covering everything from Hello Kitty/Wolverine mashup fanfiction to how to make your Twilight sparkle more realistic. The panels are organized into tracks covering common topics. But even more cool is that there are tracks covering science fact as well as science fiction. Robotics, science and space were some of the covered areas.
The track where I spent most of my time, however, was the Skeptrack, featuring panels made up of such skeptical luminaries as Dr. Phil Plait (Bad Astronomy blog), Dr. Pamela Gay (here’s her summary of the con) and the Dr’s Novella of the Skeptics Guide to the Universe. The Skepchicks were well represented, as well as a bunch of other awesome bloggers and podcasters.
I decided to start the trip off right by going out the day before Dragon*Con started and attending a Star Party hosted by Dr’s Phil Plait and Pamela Gay. It was held at the Bradley Observatory on the Agnes Scott College campus. The event was sponsored by the Atlanta Skeptics benefiting the American Cancer Society. The fundraiser was in honor of Jeff Medkeff, also known as the Blue Collar Scientist. Jeff succumbed to liver cancer in August 2008.
Through this blogging thing and hanging out on Twitter, I’ve gotten to virtually know quite a few people, several of whom were attending Dragon*Con. It was at this party that I got to meet my first virtual friend in person;
Surly Amy of the Skepchicks! After finally managing to screw up my confidence to the point where I could overcome an acute attack of social anxiety, I was able to introduce myself. Fortunately, I survived the traumatic experience of speaking to people and went on to have a great time. It was terrific to see Amy’s jewelry in person. I got to hear fantastic talks by Dr. Plait and Dr. Gay and then I got to see Jupiter for the first time with my own eyeball through a telescope. I could even see the cloud bands! How cool is that?
The next few days were an exercise in complete sensory overload. All memories are getting mushed together. I was prepared for this, however, and took notes summarizing what I did.
But you’ll have to come back tomorrow to hear more exciting tales of CyberLizard at Dragon*Con!