In other news, you can now find out who’s stalking you on Facebook. Or maybe not. Anyway, you can type a period into the search box and get a drop-down list of five names that mean… something. First person on my list is someone whose profile I stalk the hell out of out, but #2 is someone who I don’t think I’ve ever searched for — although I did peruse through her photos when they came up on the Feed and I was bored during finals, so who knows. Long story short: It’s a mystery, and I suspect some sort of fluke. But if it really is the people who search you the most, then I’m glad to know that at least some of my stalking is mutual.
And am I the only one who wastes several dozen hours every week playing Scrabulous? Best/worst finals distraction ever.
While there's a humorous critique of the ridiculous "woman-friendly" a.k.a. pink idiocy of birth control commercials, there's got to be something said about the wee perpetuation here of the stereotype that women are or can be hormonally out of control. (The pink ax says it all.)
(But I will admit the general hilarity of Tina Fey and Amy Poehler caused me to laugh my ass off when I saw this.)
I saddled up to the computer today and had this message waiting for me on Gchat, courtesy of my little sister:
i seriously got struck by lightning!
i got smote
but clearly, you are unconcerned
do i have to fall off my bike to get some attention?
jesus
The “fall off my bike” line was a reference to my dad, who got into a(nother) bike accident last week (he, like my lightening-struck sister, is fine, although he did ask me if I was studying for the Bar yet approximately six times in two days immediately after the accident. So, concussion — but that appears to have healed itself. Still better than the last bike accident, where the pain-killer-addled post-surgery conversation went something like, “Jill! Hi! I feel GREAT! Yeah, I’m still in the hospital, but we’re having a party! Everyone is here! Bob is here, and Tom is here, and Peter is here! …but they tell me I broke my neck. But I feel GREAT!”).
Oh, family.
So the Great Spaghetti Monster has rained down on the smaller Filipovic, and she feels she’s not getting the proper attention for it — so I figure I’ll give it to her here, so that her smiting can have an audience of thousands. Although I’m sure there’s a whole list of people who send me regular hate mail who are wondering why I’m not the one who got smote. Apparently God works in mysterious ways.
"A 60-foot phallus created by vandals on the grassy slopes beneath the Idaho governor's mansion has been fig-leafed over by work crews on their second try," the Idaho Statesman reports.
"The grassy graffiti appeared in July after someone applied extra-strength weed killer. Officials said at the time it was too late in the growing season to attempt to remove the image."
It's old news, but still pretty hilarious. I just wonder what message they were trying to send.
I’ve been meaning to write some more game-related posts, especially in the wake of the very fun presentation that Roy and I gave at WAM! 2008. For now, however, I just have a review of Mighty Jill Off, a free downloadable PC game that I recommend you all check out. It’s bound to be one of the more notable offbeat, indie, retro, lesbian-BDSM-themed jumping games of the year. OK, so it’s probably also the only game that fits those criteria. Ever.
Let’s get the preliminaries out of the way: this is not a porn-tastic game replete with breast physics and girl-on-girl action to appeal to adolescent gamer dudes. If anything it’s closer to the opposite, and the theme actually makes a disturbing amount of sense. (And not only because the creator seems to be kind of into BDSM and fetish stuff herself.)
It’s long been noted by game scholars and humorists alike that there’s a masochistic quality inherent in many games. Hemmed in by the demands of an almost arbitary system of constraints and rules, you willingly submit to the system in search of an elusive and transitory experience of “fun,” to the extent where you let most of your thought processes be taken over. (more…)
I think every anti-contraception “pro-lifer” needs to sit down and watch this — it never actually discusses contraception or emergency contraception (the “morning-after” pill), but anyone who can rub two braincells together will be able to figure out why contraception taken after sexual intercourse is able to prevent pregnancy without being abortion.
Plus, you know, talking genitals (and I kind of want a real-life version of that vulva coat).
It’s not as adorable as the Daily Puppy, but I am hooked on Postcards from Yo Momma — mostly because it is exactly how my mom talks when she IMs me. There are always lots of exclamation points, and my mom is a huge fan of large blocks of text in one IM — she clearly has a series of questions she’s been meaning to ask me, and so she asks them all in one block. She also calls it “emailing,” and signs off with “Ok honey talk to you later! Love, mom.” It’s really cute.
My mom has yet to discover Gchat, but apparently some other moms on Postcards have figured it out. This one is my fave:
* me: Mom, did you watch the Sex and the City trailer?
* Mom: Oh Hi, can you see me right now? No where is it?
* me: hi! No, this is just instant messaging. I just sent the link to you, check your inbox
* Mom: ok, aren’t you impressed with me on chat!!!!!!!!!
* me: no, you are way too slow, stop typing and go watch the trailer
* Mom: Fine, is it goood?
* me: SO GOOD
* Mom: How did you type that back so FAST!
* me: Mom.
* Mom: OK I am going to go watch it now. bye bye
* me: no don’t go anywhere, just watch it and then tell me what you think
* Mom: ok
* Mom: I CAN”T WAIT!!!!!!!!WOW!!!!!YEAH!!!! when does it come out? It probably said, I am going to watch it again…
* me: May 30th
* Mom: I better get moving, talk to you soon, Love Mom
* me: get moving where? what do you have to do today? i’m the one who has to get back to my job, I have to go
* Mom: Work work work
* me: you’re ridic, lata playa
* Mom: Bye, Lata playa
* me: Mom don’t copy me
* Mom: Word
Thanks to Deanna for spreading the word about this amazing site.
Via several readers comes this cartoon from Toothpaste For Dinner:
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Reminds me of a real-life troll who showed up when Jessica and I spoke at the University of Missouri a few weeks ago. The guy raised his hand and asked us, "How come you never talk about men? You don't blog about areas where men are underrepresented!" Exactly which areas those were, he couldn't say...
Daily Funny
from Jill @ Feministe 14 May 2008 7:44 am
