I hate to even imply that I give a fuck about “Cathy.” I didn’t like it when it was popular and less than terminally redundant. Even less now that there are comics with spine.
But the boyfriend is going to propose. That’s right. Irving. He’s been dicking her around for twenty years, and now he’s popping the question. Think if she kneed him in the nuts it’d get past the censors? Me neither.
I received an email yesterday from the Human Rights Campaign. Let me preface this by saying that HRC is an organization that I support and believe in - ever since I stopped a guy in a frozen Minnesota parking lot and made him explain to me what they stood for, in depth, just because the poor soul had a bumper sticker on his car - and that I’ve already responded to the email, politely, with my issues.
The email was headed: “Fight the radical right.”
HRC is a GLBT organization. Ok, that in itself is political. But it’s not inherently left-wing. The vast majority of my friends call me “radical right.” (Granted, the vast majority of my friends are so far left, they make Margaret Cho look indecisive.) I think you can be extremely conservative on every other issue, without being anti-gay rights. And what does this say to gay conservatives?
My point? I dunno. I know I’m overreacting, but this is a very important subject to me. I’ve never discriminated against anyone for being gay. Don’t discriminate against me because I vote Republican.
I was just reading that Pepsi’s badass Super Bowl commercial starring Britney, Pink, and Beyonce doing the gladiatrix thing, premiered in London on Monday night, and is available on the web.
That was bad enough.
I just got an email that our commercials will be played on the intranet tomorrow. You don’t need to know where I work, and any guesses in the comments wil be deleted. But our commercials have always been notorious for their secrecy. Only the CEOs saw them beforehand.
That sucks. I’m not going to watch either of them beforehand, but I’m still disappointed. It’s like going into your parents’ closet to get a blanket in November, and seeing all your xmas presents on the shelves…
I mean, does anyone even care who’s playing this year?
Update: 2/5 - I finally got around to downloading the Pepsi commercial, and I’m ashamed to admit, it’s a masterpiece. Pink’s the only one who understood (and does justice to) the original, unfortunately, but it’s glorious.
1. “A vote is like a rifle. Its usefulness depends upon the character of the user.” –Theodore Roosevelt
2. “Speaking of his 1 percent vote in the Granite State on Fox News, [Dennis Kucinich said] ‘the battle for sixth place continues.’ 1 percent. That’s only 1 percent more than you and I got in New Hampshire, and you weren’t even there.” (link via Dodd)
3. Did you see Simon and Randy go off on that poor girl that sang Fever?! *cough* Yeah, me neither…
I worked in a tattoo studio for a short time. Just answering phones and making needles and stuff, nothing major. The boss called me “the eye candy” but I spent more time keeping 19 year old girls calm and breathing than anything else. Anyway, I feel the need to recount this conversation…
Guy: I want a tat of the Texas flag on my shoulder.
Boss: Ok. (taking out a sketch pad) It’s a blue field on the left with a star in it, right? And, what, red and white on the right?
Boss: Do you have a picture of it?
Guy: Not with me.
Boss: Like this?
Guy: Yeah, that’s it.
Boss: Is the red or white at the top?
Guy: Red, I think.
Boss: You think?
Me: You don’t have one on your car, do you? We could go check.
Me: There’s a library on the corner. Why don’t you run over and look it up real quick?
Guy: Nah, I’m sure that’s right.
Boss: You’re sure?
Guy: Yeah. Just go ahead and do it.
Me: You’re sure? You don’t want it to be wrong.
Guy: (getting irritable) I’m sure it’s red on top. Just do it.
True story. Think, people.
(link via Ellen)
Gawd. I said I was going to watch My Big Fat, Stupid, Obnoxious, Horrifying Fiance, or whatever it’s called, but I just saw it for the first time.
This show is what Joe Millionaire was supposed to be. This golddigger is working for her money. Too funny. I almost feel sorry for her. Almost.