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For ELL: Dolly Parton's Feminist Side.
From Feministing: "Your Women Are Ugly" Is Not a Political Argument.
From Feministing: "Your Women Are Ugly" Is Not a Political Argument.
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Makes LoQ go SQUEEE.
Seriously, y'all, girlfriend needs to get herself some decent medieval icons...
Seriously, y'all, girlfriend needs to get herself some decent medieval icons...
To take my mind of a) my generally high level of piss-offedness lately and b) the never-shrinking pile o'correspondence on my desk: Linkspam that amuses me:
Antonia Zerbias has 10 things that would make women's live easier (Canadian version).
The Drowsy Chaperone is coming home to a new baby and the Elgin. What are the chances I'll be able to get a ticket?
Spoilers for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Scholastic and Bloomsbury tutt-tutt and say some people just won't let other people have any fun.
As I don't give an owl's feathery behind about Harry Potter et al (the movies are all right except Rupert Grint and Emma Watson have less chemistry than my high school transcript) I read'em and they seem entirely inkeeping with the series. I'd ennumerate how but that would be spoiling it for people - and I'm not an utter bitch (appearances to the contrary).
Cinemablend posted a rumour about plans for a Keira and Orlando-free POTC 4, to which I say 'WTF, mate?' True, Johnny and Geoffrey Rush could read the phone book and make it entertaining but Captain Jack and Barbarossa are... well, it's like chocolate cake, eh? Much as I love chocolate cake, you need something to cut the sweetness otherwise even the best chocolate cake can be a bit sick-making. Same with incredibly-over-the-top, wildly flamboyant character roles: they're great balanced with more human-sized characters but putting one in charge of their own movie rarely ends well.
In the legal equivalent of saying "yo, dude, chill," Italian magistrates have shelved an obscenity compliant against The Da Vinci, finding that while book and movie were an affront to basic human intelligence, overwhelming silliness and bad writing were not, in fact, criminal offences.
And finally, because I do believe that God is great, I'm basking in the confidence that these guys will spend eternity having their nuts gnawed on by rabid weasels. Because writing a book and sponsoring international terrorism are obviously the same thing. Obviously.
Meanwhile, Irshad Manji responds to the whole situation with her customary eloquent rationality (reprinted from the Grope&Flail). I am disturbed, however, to learn that Glenn Beck apparently wants to give Irshad a great big sloppy tongue-kiss... ick. Neocon cooties.
Antonia Zerbias has 10 things that would make women's live easier (Canadian version).
The Drowsy Chaperone is coming home to a new baby and the Elgin. What are the chances I'll be able to get a ticket?
Spoilers for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Scholastic and Bloomsbury tutt-tutt and say some people just won't let other people have any fun.
As I don't give an owl's feathery behind about Harry Potter et al (the movies are all right except Rupert Grint and Emma Watson have less chemistry than my high school transcript) I read'em and they seem entirely inkeeping with the series. I'd ennumerate how but that would be spoiling it for people - and I'm not an utter bitch (appearances to the contrary).
Cinemablend posted a rumour about plans for a Keira and Orlando-free POTC 4, to which I say 'WTF, mate?' True, Johnny and Geoffrey Rush could read the phone book and make it entertaining but Captain Jack and Barbarossa are... well, it's like chocolate cake, eh? Much as I love chocolate cake, you need something to cut the sweetness otherwise even the best chocolate cake can be a bit sick-making. Same with incredibly-over-the-top, wildly flamboyant character roles: they're great balanced with more human-sized characters but putting one in charge of their own movie rarely ends well.
In the legal equivalent of saying "yo, dude, chill," Italian magistrates have shelved an obscenity compliant against The Da Vinci, finding that while book and movie were an affront to basic human intelligence, overwhelming silliness and bad writing were not, in fact, criminal offences.
And finally, because I do believe that God is great, I'm basking in the confidence that these guys will spend eternity having their nuts gnawed on by rabid weasels. Because writing a book and sponsoring international terrorism are obviously the same thing. Obviously.
Meanwhile, Irshad Manji responds to the whole situation with her customary eloquent rationality (reprinted from the Grope&Flail). I am disturbed, however, to learn that Glenn Beck apparently wants to give Irshad a great big sloppy tongue-kiss... ick. Neocon cooties.
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At some point, I'm going to be sufficiently in charge of my life that I will be active and accomplish things on both days of the weekend.
Saturday, I was up and about and out to meet Ell, Lady J and the English Sisters for breakfast at the Sunset Grill, all-time favourite Beaches brekkie hang. Then I tagged along as Ell took the ES up to Lake Simcoe to look at the snow (of which Toronto is somewhat lacking these days). As the Brits wandered about and commented on seeing more snow that ever before in their lives (about 15 centimetres), I took pictures and fell in a snowdrift, leading me to realize that I was, in fact, one of those people who would always fall in a snowdrift, get splashed by mud or otherwise wind up mucky and slightly damp when I got out into the outdoors.
After the snow, we introduced them to the delights of Timbits and had dinner at Lady J's - who whipped up a mean lasanga to feed us.
Sunday, I slept, read, slept, read, took a bath, had dinner at my parents', watched the Masterpiece Theatre version of "Dracula" and fell asleep on the couch. Not a productive day.
This morning, I hauled myself into work for the crack of 9:15, which officially made me 45 minutes late. O_o However, I have kicked my paperwork into shape, so I can spend the afternoon helping out with my officemate, who is about to drown in overdue files - I'm making a deposit to the Karma bank for future workload crises.
In the meantime: ( linky-linky )
Saturday, I was up and about and out to meet Ell, Lady J and the English Sisters for breakfast at the Sunset Grill, all-time favourite Beaches brekkie hang. Then I tagged along as Ell took the ES up to Lake Simcoe to look at the snow (of which Toronto is somewhat lacking these days). As the Brits wandered about and commented on seeing more snow that ever before in their lives (about 15 centimetres), I took pictures and fell in a snowdrift, leading me to realize that I was, in fact, one of those people who would always fall in a snowdrift, get splashed by mud or otherwise wind up mucky and slightly damp when I got out into the outdoors.
After the snow, we introduced them to the delights of Timbits and had dinner at Lady J's - who whipped up a mean lasanga to feed us.
Sunday, I slept, read, slept, read, took a bath, had dinner at my parents', watched the Masterpiece Theatre version of "Dracula" and fell asleep on the couch. Not a productive day.
This morning, I hauled myself into work for the crack of 9:15, which officially made me 45 minutes late. O_o However, I have kicked my paperwork into shape, so I can spend the afternoon helping out with my officemate, who is about to drown in overdue files - I'm making a deposit to the Karma bank for future workload crises.
In the meantime: ( linky-linky )
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Doonesbury’s thoughts on "situational science" has me laughing through the tears.
While, if forced to watch football, I prefer a) soccer and b) the CFL, Salon's King Kaufman's reasons why the San Diego Chargers should fire their coach after a 14 and 2 season is an interesting read.
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cleolinda: Feminists are reading comics - and they have an agenda. *Bwahahahaha*
DC Comics has released its solicitations for April - the new 13" Nightwing is sadly not hot.
The Fug Girls have a suggestion for Angelina: Adopt Lindsay. Please!
Alas, it appears Isaiah Washington is a lying lying asshole after all - although Katie Heigl remains composed entirely of awesome.
From Slate.com: So everyone and their auntie know that the solution to the opium trade in Afghanistan is to legalize the poppy crop - why haven’t they done it?
Salon asks Where's the Outrage? I've been wondering about that myself for years now.
According to Yahoo.com, Fed-Ex is going to be in a Superbowl Commercial - Jeebus on a pogo stikc - hide your women and lock up the fried chicken.
The Toronto Star has an article on the high cost of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police's good looks.
And, finally, from Brother Bitter - racist SCA bloggers - no really.
While, if forced to watch football, I prefer a) soccer and b) the CFL, Salon's King Kaufman's reasons why the San Diego Chargers should fire their coach after a 14 and 2 season is an interesting read.
I think I gakked this from
cleolinda: Feminists are reading comics - and they have an agenda. *Bwahahahaha*DC Comics has released its solicitations for April - the new 13" Nightwing is sadly not hot.
The Fug Girls have a suggestion for Angelina: Adopt Lindsay. Please!
Alas, it appears Isaiah Washington is a lying lying asshole after all - although Katie Heigl remains composed entirely of awesome.
From Slate.com: So everyone and their auntie know that the solution to the opium trade in Afghanistan is to legalize the poppy crop - why haven’t they done it?
Salon asks Where's the Outrage? I've been wondering about that myself for years now.
According to Yahoo.com, Fed-Ex is going to be in a Superbowl Commercial - Jeebus on a pogo stikc - hide your women and lock up the fried chicken.
The Toronto Star has an article on the high cost of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police's good looks.
And, finally, from Brother Bitter - racist SCA bloggers - no really.
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