Friday, February 29, 2008

I've always been an Angelina girl

Apart from the fact that she's adopted half of the world and has decided to give birth to the other half, it is precisely because she does this, and has done it for long enough to eschew the possibility of idiots calling it an actor's 'grab' for attention, that I respect her.

Most definitely more than the idiot celebrities (and we know who they are) who would support the likes of Huckabee ("If They Ain't Christian, If They Ain't White, If They Ain't Hete-row, Then They Ain't Right") and McCain [the bona fide moron who made a joke of bombing an ENTIRE NATION, (but then again: them's Moslems don't really count, y'all)]. Most definitely more respect for Angelina than for the idiot Katherine Heigl who proudly proclaimed "I don't do politics, I get annoyed" (Thanks for that enlightened comment, Brainiac. You know what annoys me? Your gigantic teeth. How words can actually tumble through them is beyond me...but, uhm, thanks very much.)

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Three (local) Honourable Mentions

.1. My personal shopper (I'm lame, what can I say?) Kevin at Club Monaco in the Rideau Centre. He just dressed me in an item that's not yet shelved - there's nothing more that a woman can ask for in terms of clothing.

I have an event this evening and one tomorrow; Kevin's turned me into a French 'coquette' and I'm acquiescing.

.2. Jacquie at Sophia Esthetics. Let her be your wax-ologist. She'll make your legs and arms all shiny and brand new every four weeks. Trust me: Call and make an appointment with her immediately!

.3. The poutine at Maclaren's on Elgin. If they'd let me, I would place their poutine in a blender and turn it into a hot drink; I'd call it the Hot Mahoutine and brand it: 'Canada's yummy tummy protein fun'. (They have a cracktastic Japanese convection oven that 'cooks' everything in 2 minutes, even a 20 pound turkey. You know how I know? Because I asked. Specifically, I asked: So? How do you make such spectacular poutine? How often do you fry the potatoes? Do you fry the gravy, too? Why does it taste so good? Can I place this in a blender and turn it into a hot drink? And that's when they told me NOTHING IS FRIED! Hurrah!)

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

On Palestine

An educational two sites sent my way (thank you!).

First is the Scottish Palestine Solidarity Campaign, and second is Israel's 60th Birthday blog that has an excellent Jews-in-solidarity-with-Palestinians blog roll and a must-read letter from Freud.

Bookmark & learn.

Comments here are closed.

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Queries

Searching for: "has gerry butler asked someone to marry her"
FYI: Gerry's a boy with boy parts.

Searching for: "pictures of females really pulling mens b*lls"
Please note the "really", because we don't want pictures of female slackers to turn up - we want women who think they're playing with an elastic band and their respective little b*tches.

Searching for: "female in a bikini top sitting on a bomb"
Is bomb code for something?

Searching for: "how to stop yoga making you fart"
You don't. That's why you're to keep your abdomen muscles tight at all times; having nothing at all to do with 'core strength', I'm now convinced it's to lessen the gas emissions in yoga classes the world over.

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Monday, February 25, 2008

Fly Porter Airlines

I received this in the mail at the office, Thursday last. It's now off my computer screen and pinned to my wall, where it will stay until it falls apart because of age.

I love this. Not because - according to Janey - I am way hotter, but because it's the sort of thing only Janey and I would do for one another; countless and random magazine and newspaper pages sent by snail mail throughout the years. (Make sure you click the picture to read the note; I think Janey's hand writing is very fashionable and should become an official script titled 'The Baby Jane' because Times New Roman is just such a bore.)

from janey

Psst! Why should you fly Porter?
Because they're brilliant and fun and they serve tons of snack foods and their water bottles are square and they have free wi-fi and comfy couches and also because I think their mascot may be a racoon. (A racoon!) They're how I last got to Toronto and how I will get there every time from here on in; they're the same folks who provided me with the opportunity to ask my former boss / former leader of the opposition if he was an actor from 'LA Law'. (Read: They let me illustrate out loud the dorkiness.)

Psst, no 2! Did any of you send me a postcard from Honolulu? I...don't...know...who sent this postcard...and I can't read the signature :(

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Sunday, February 24, 2008

The Gift

I was in the middle of a party, eyes dressed accordingly in kohl and mascara and carrying myself around with some level of dignity until I was handed a gift. When she handed this to me and I unwrapped it, I began to cry and my mascara frowned and sighed.

bookie 1

After already spending so much of her time with me to help me better understand and to tell me I would get through things in time, she took more time. After so much of her time was spent holding on to and rocking me while I was weeping in her living room, she took more time. After having already spent too much of her precious time emailing me down, phoning me down, text messaging me down and allowing me to draw from her incredible reserve of strength and faith, she still took more time to take one of my stories and have it published in a little bookie.

front cover

inside cover

back cover

The individual who handed me the gift is one of the very few blessings to come from 2007 and has become one of my greatest confidantes. This bookie is one of the most special items anyone has ever gifted me, and she is one of the most precious that God has ever gifted me.

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Saturday, February 23, 2008

A test with the code

Will this one show up?

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Friday, February 22, 2008

The Dating Game

"CONGRATULATIONS, YOU FOUND ME!" is only one of the spectacularly retarded captions men use on a particular on-line dating site.

I decided to join in an effort to perhaps find an interesting and viable dude to hang out with for quite some time.
I have one rule: Said Dude has got to be a Believer.

The interactions I've had have been the kind of funny that's piss-worthy. For your enjoyment, I've decided to make note of a few scenarios...

Scenario no 1:
The guy who sent me a message that read "je ne cherche pas pour le serieux, juste pour le fun ;) Do you want to get together ;)". Loosely translated, that reads "I am STD filled and pick up sexual partners on line. Please understand that I am a gigantic loser and I have no social skills. These qualities attract sluts. I've not read your profile that clearly indicates you have a brain and I am sending you this mentally handicapped note because I saw your photo and your [sic] smiling and that means your [sic] good to go. P.S. I hate women."

and to which I responded:
"Je ne cherche que pour le serieux, donc prend votre ";)" and take a hike" and then I blocked his pathetic wiener ass.

Scenario no 2:
The guy who sent me a message that yelled "SALAM. GOOD. NICE TO MEET ME. PLEASE MESAGE."

and to which I responded:
"SALAM. LITERACY IN ENGLISH A MUST, PLEASE. BYE BYE!"

Scenario no 3:
The hottie (seriously, this guy's HOT) who sent me a message that read "Hey honey, you're gorgeous. Send me your email and your phone number and we'll hit the town 'cus you want to with me."

and to which I responded:
"LOL LOL LOL!!!!!!! Uhm. No."

Scenario no 4:
Every single man who posts a photo of his stupid ass in a bar with his shirt unbuttoned down to his navel and with several (never only one) large tittied women hanging off his slimy, greasy body. Because NOTHING says "I want commitment" like maybe an alcohol fuelled orgy.

Scenario no 5:
Every single man whose profile picture is of him wearing sunglasses. (He probably calls them 'shades'.)

DUDE. You are not Tom Ford and the fact that you need to advertise just how cool you are makes you that much less cool. (And p.s. even Gerry Butler - who will always be way cooler than you - takes off his sunglasses when hitting on a woman. That's what I've been told.)

Scenario no 6:
The 78 year old men trolling for women aged 18 - 27 but making an "exception" for me.

Because there's nothing I love more than limpness. Thanks, grandpa.

Scenario no 7:
Every single man who has in his "name" any of the following:
lonely
prince
king
masculine
horny
perfect
hollatcha (I shit you not, ladies & gentlemen)
kitty
ImHot
CONGRATULATIONS
YouWillNeverKnow (nor do I ever plan on it)

Scenario no 8:
Every single man whose profile is all about finding a woman to "stand by me in my success and not work but stay at home and take care of me" because I am a complete and total idiot and my mother still irons my underwear and I have no social skills whatsoever, so please just stand there, look pretty and cook my food. It doesn't matter that I'm sort of ugly. I'm just saying.

Scenario no 9:
All of the men who YELL IN THEIR PROFILES BECAUSE WHY BOTHER SPEAKING NORMALLY WHEN YOU CAN BE AN OBNOXIOUS IDIOT?

Scenario no 10:
This is a category all on its own. I was seeing a "boy" year before last - he wore a white fedora in winter because that was Montreal fashion. I can't even begin to excuse my behaviour, so I won't try. Let's chalk it up to 'I'm just an idiot'. Among The Girls, he will forever be known as The Pink Lady and that should tell you all you need to know about him.

That and the fact that his friend is on the same site as I. His friend, who sent me a message asking me if I was free and available and would go out with him but not tell The Pink Lady.

Wow.

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(1) I promise to keep you abreast of my escapades.

(2) Special mention: I met one really nice guy who has already become a friend. He's by far the coolest guy I've met so far and I plan on running past him The Crazy I encounter, and I hope he'll do the same. He has a puppy named The Peanut (well: not really, but I think that sounds great).

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Cricket in a Fist

Of the many things for which I am thankful are the friends I hold near and dear.

Na.oh.mee, mentioned here previously, is one of these friends.

Of all her exceptional qualities, it is her compassion that draws me in and softens me up. It's this same compassion that will undoubtedly permeate all of her future works, most definitely her soon-to-be first novel: Cricket in a Fist.

It will be released in two days and I am anxiously awaiting my copy!

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Sunday, February 17, 2008

Every Girl Should Have One

Arabic

Your movement, as your language;
Hushed like curtains
back-drawn and passed through

Whispered into antechambers
that you've dressed before the dawn
with offerings and incense

or the tap of bare feet
on marble intricate as if
through girded iron interlaced
smoke were woven

and the swish of silk
about your heels

and something carried
high and in your hands.

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...every girl should have one: a poem inspired by her.

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Friday, February 15, 2008

What do you do?

A quandary for you to weigh in on.

Your boyfriend's friend is dating someone - she happens to be the first one of this guy's girlfriends that you really really like (you may even like her more than your boyfriend's friend, but I won't tell anyone). She's funny, honest, caring, kind of wicked in all senses of the word; you have a lot in common and you were excited that there would be a new friend in your life.

And then your boyfriend's friend and her break up.

What do you do? Especially if...you really want her to be a friend in your life, but you've not spoken to her and you don't know how she'll react if you contact her?

(I'll give you my answer once you've provided yours; one of The Girls is currently experiencing this dilemma and we all have different opinions, so I thought I'd put it to those who live here.)

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Dispatch no3: Toronto Engages in Love & Fertility (because we can’t on our own)

It was my Baby Jane’s special 30th birthday last September (for which I have yet to send her a gift, but I’m now thinking I won’t send it and will instead take it to her when I see her in the Spring). On that day, she received two strange birthday gifts.

Neither of these gifts solicited a same-reaction-as-Baby-Jane’s except mine. Something both of us found puzzling when I reacted as I did.

The first gift received was a ring. In a box. From her mother.

The second gift was an ugly, sorry Janey fertility god in the form of a fat baby Buddha with a bow on it’s head and made from some animal’s body part (the tusk of Dumbo, maybe?). Correct me here if I’m wrong, Baby.

Do you see a theme? Do you see a perhaps problematic theme?

Baby Jane did, and so did I.

Janey refused to tell me what her mother had gifted her, and instead chose to unveil it in order to see my reaction. My reaction that was one of shock and terror and complete disbelief. That ring should not have come from Janey’s mama; That ring should not have been gifted to any single woman except by that woman’s soon-to-be life partner, or herself if she decides that she wants a ring and doesn’t want to wait for a man to give her that ring.

I was in the kitchen for the unveiling and I nearly choked on the coffee I was drinking. And then Janey screamed a THANK YOU because no one else had seemed as dismayed by the gift in question. I’m not even sure if Janey wears the ring or if it’s sitting there in it’s box wondering where the sunshine is.

On to the fertility baby. Because? Because nothing says Happy Birthday quite like “because your womb needs all the help it can get, now that you’re close to barren, you sad and single thirty year old”.

Look. Both Janey and I understand that the fat fertility god was a very expensive antique, but honestly folks, you don’t give a fertility fattie to a single woman. And most definitely, not on her 30th birthday. If you do, then you should expect that she’ll hand you a box of depends on your 40th. And maybe some orthopaedics on your 43rd. Maybe.

(Happy Valentine’s Day from me, and a gentle reminder that you won’t be getting either a fat baby or a ring from me, but rather only what you deserve...and from the bottom of my heart, too.)

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Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Quote Unquote

"I sometimes react to making a mistake as if I have betrayed myself. My fear of making a mistake seems to be based on the hidden assumption that I am potentially perfect and that if I can just be very careful I will not fall from heaven. But a 'mistake' is a declaration of the way I am, a jolt to the way I intend, a reminder I am not dealing with the facts. When I have listened to my mistakes I have grown." -Hugh Prather

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Closing the Comments Section

I've just closed the Comments section at On Forgiveness and Apology, because although they're greatly appreciated, they're a little too much for me to digest in a couple of days. All of the comments are there for your reading, but no one can post any new ones.

I expected the regular 10 or so, but no more. Not one of my other entries has ever generated 31 comments plus all of the additional emails. The honesty and the volume are a little overwhelming and greatly unexpected and it really is just a little too much for me right now...

Understand that I do appreciate that anyone gives a shit about anything I write, and all of the comments and feedback are cherished. But, due to the subject matter itself, not any of the comments, I need things to slow down a bit. I've realised that with every additional comment and email is created another moment where I am forced to remember, and the entry itself was supposed to be that final memory.

Please feel free to continue sending me emails, but I'll ask that you place in the Subject line, something like: forgiveness / apology. I'll read it a later time, and I will get back to you at that later time...just not now.

I hope you understand. Thank you.

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Comments

Hi everyone. A quickie to remind you that I've never been able to access my blog from work (they blocked the site), and so that's why it takes me so long to respond to the comments you make. I have to do it in the evenings and my evenings are pretty psychotically booked up.

Soon, I will get back to all of the comments on all of the entries of the past month.

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Monday, February 11, 2008

Javier Bardem smoulders between randoms

.1. The entry right before this (On Forgiveness & Apology) was updated on Saturday. If you read it before then, I recommend you read it again. (Thank you for all of your feedback; it's definitely a familiar and popular subject matter, which says more than I'd like to know about how poorly we treat one another.)

.2. Really? WOW. WOW! Javier Bardem is "smouldering". Every time I look at this picture, I can hear my ovaries giggling and fluttering their eyelashes.

LOOK!

javier bardem

If I walked past him and he looked at me that way, I would become immobilized. I'd turn into a ramrod and maybe start crying because he's just so "virile". Masculine. Do you think he hunts? I think he hunts. Maybe I'll start gathering stuff just to prepare myself...

I sound like a cheap romance novel, thanks to Javier Bardem. I can't stop staring at this photo.
Javier. Haw-Vee-Yay. I love it.

But seriously, wtf was he looking at that made him smoulder on that level? Seriously?

He makes my teeth rattle.
WOW.

**Photo is courtesy of Lainey, who is a rocking super star and a funny woman even in regular email interaction. I was under the false impression that I'd met her at TIFF when it was, in fact, her co-host on that Canadian celebrity news show. That wasn't Lainey. So anything I said about the 'woman' does not pertain to Lainey. Lainey is as-hilarious-in-email-as-she-is-hilarious-on-her-site.

.3. I took the plunge and purchased a Canada Goose jacket, in "Steel". I wanted to purchase their Resolute Parka in red because it has "Secured plastic ID pockets on chest and sleeve", which would have been perfect for me. I would have walked around with MAHA emblazoned above my heart, and protected behind plastic.

When I shared this idea with the sales lady, she didn't address my interest but instead said: "These jackets are for expeditions up North. For serious expeditions up North" because clearly, I'm not a serious expeditioner. So I took my un-serious self out of her shop and instead spent my a-little-more-serious money in another store. Ha Ha.

(On a not so funny note, she asked me what country I was from and made an openly snide remark about how 'immigrants wear anything when they come to this country'. After I made my purchase at another store, I went back to the store in question and showed the manager my receipt and indicated why I had made the purchase elsewhere...you know, in my best broken immigrant English and a little sign language to really communicate my immigrant feelings.)

.4. The yoga studio who aids and abets The Man Who Wears A SPEEDO To Class still hasn't responded to my email re a potential "at minimum shorts" policy. I haven't seen him at my last two classes, so here's hoping he slipped on the ice and was traumatised by his own hammock.

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Thursday, February 07, 2008

On Forgiveness & Apology

Lately, I've had to think a lot about how you forgive someone who hasn't asked for forgiveness. I've not worried about whether they think they owe me an apology, because my concern here is what goes on in my head and how that behaviour then translates on to those I care about.

I've finally realised that the answer is simple, even if the process to reach this answer has taken me an excruciating amount of time plus the energy of days spent writing this entry. Admittedly, this entry is a little all over the place and without clear lines because forgiving someone who has not asked for forgiveness has no clear lines, either.

Back to the subject matter at hand: I only now understand that the reason I couldn't find the answer was because I was asking the wrong question. I was asking how can I forgive?, when I should have been asking what is it that I have to forgive?

This confused me and hurt me and forced me to relive some of the ugliest moments in my life because, quite honestly, there are some actions that are: unforgivable. Your self respect - never here to be confused with pride - kicks the shit out of your stomach every time the thought of forgiveness enters your mind, your rationale rages against the forgiveness, your heart sobs when it even considers it and your entire body is shaken by the mere thought of the acts in question. The consequences of these acts can only be described as what a nuclear bomb would feel like if it were to go off inside of our bodies.

That's what happened to you; that's what you're trying to forgive...complicated and made uglier and more hurtful (I didn't think that could happen after a nuclear bomb, but it can) by the fact that the individual who has committed these acts has not acknowledged, has not owned, has not addressed the acts in question. And they've been presented with the opportunity to do so. They've been presented with it and yet, they have not done it. They have not apologised, for whatever excuse they have found to justify their lack of involvement. They believe they are above the apology. And by default, that then makes you unworthy of that apology. And that default, created and sitting somewhere in the back of their mind has absolutely nothing to do with the reality of you.

So. What if no one thinks enough of you to apologise? How do you forgive someone who hasn't asked for your forgiveness? How do you forgive this nuclear bomb that went off inside of your body and its residue?

Simple.

You disassociate the action from the antagonist.
You forgive the latter and you dismiss the former because it had nothing to do with you and because what you are forgiving is their weakness of character rather than their action. Forgive them because we are not born with this intention to hurt. Afford them that allowance, and nothing more ever again. Because this allowance, this allowance is huge and it should be the last one they ever receive from you.
And then: you must cut them out of your life, completely.
(Don't harbour ill will toward them because then it's as though you never really forgave. Carrying it with you hurts you more than anyone else, and the bottom line is: it's over. Don't be bitter about it. Just accept that you've walked away and end it there. Ultimately, in situations such as this, there are no winners.)

It's the combination of the act and their lack of apology that amounts to their losing the very real privilege of having you in their life in any capacity. That they were given the opportunity to apologize - short of you screaming into their face I NEED YOU TO APOLOGIZE TO ME - is what makes the situation and the environment one to which you can never return. And this is so difficult to face, it is so difficult to swallow, even if you're the one doing the walking. But you have to do it or you will always be incapable of demanding the respect that you are owed; and if you couldn't demand that respect after a nuclear bomb went off inside of your body and the individual didn't have the decency to apologize, then nothing is owed to you. And this is the consequence of your behaviour if you choose to go back to that environment in any capacity.

This - the loss of you - is the cost and consequence of that nuclear bomb plus their weakness that is their on-going and continuous inability, refusal, whatever, to not offer the apology.

There is only so much we can take. There is only so much we can put up with. And there is only so much room we can use to make excuses for others and for ourselves. Because, when they ceased understanding responsibility and accountability and honesty where you were concerned, that was the moment that you no longer became accessible, whether you realised it or not. Because, you are always deserving of an apology and when that apology doesn't come, then that lack of accessibility to you becomes tangible, and this is where you realise it. It's in this moment that sheets of ice water come at you and you are forced to face the disrespect that has been levelled at you. It is in this moment that you have to take a stand. And trust me, I have fought this moment and I have tried to argue myself out of this moment, but the ice water has become unbearable and my self respect finally told me that I either man up or I bitch out, and I'd like to think that the only bitches I have in my life are dogs...and I don't own any of them, either.

Why apologise?
Because, we are beholden to one another and the apology is the respect we show that reality and those we hold dear. And when someone doesn't apologize, it means they don't respect you and that means that all bets are off.
Because, we don't have the right to belittle the pain of others. And if someone is hurting because of us, then we owe them that apology. We owe it. And only the self-involved and arrogant would argue against that reality, and I don't much like for Ayn Rands in my life.

Even when, we don't think the apology makes sense: We. Should. Issue it.
Because, kindness to one another is all we have in the end.
And it is what allows us to sleep with pure hearts; it is what allows others to be at ease in our presence; it is what allows us to open our hearts to others.

Most importantly, the apology is what tells us that that individual has taken a moment to place themselves in our shoes. It shows that they care about us enough to think twice about what they've done. And when someone doesn't do that, then it means they don't care. And it means, you're not worth the second thought and it speaks volumes about your character if you let someone like that back into your life when they have crossed too many lines to name. Because the slots in your life that are saved for friends are slots better spent elsewhere. This lack of apology has rendered this individual: unworthy. Period.

But. But, the only way you can make the above statements without any level of hypocrisy is when you issue your apologies without hesitation, when they are immediate and unadulterated. It is only when you respect the pain of others that you are allowed to make the above demands of them. Note the word 'respect', because those who don't apologize are the people who don't respect us. (And I will always hold fast to my belief that the level of respect we show others is a direct extension and reflection of how much we respect our selves.)

And that is the way that I have always operated and it is the way I will continue to operate because it is one of the things that makes me a good person. I own my actions. I own my situations, each and every one of them. And I do not shy away from my responsibility to others.

That's not to say I haven't fucked up on colossal levels, because I have. What it is, is it is to say that I issue my apologies immediately, because I don't have the right, I don't have the right to hurt someone and then not issue that apology. I don't have that right. And neither do you.

And so: it really is that simple.

Forgive their weakness of character. And then, turn around and walk away because you don't owe respect to those who offer you nothing but disrespect.

To those of you who would harbour ill will toward someone after you have made the choice to forgive them, just remember that people aren't born with the intention to inflict pain. It's not how we're built, but rather what we become because of the choices we made in the past. And it is what we can cease to be in a moment if we so choose. In a moment, if we so choose.

Harbouring that bitterness only edges you closer to a world of greater pain, resentment and defensives. You build walls because you're too scared to be hurt again - but you will be hurt again, no matter what you do. It's a part of life and it's a part of the pleasure of this life because it's in these brutal moments of pain and hurt and in the way you overcome them that your character is defined. And here, you have a choice. You either face this life or you run from it. You either challenge it or you succumb to it. You either rule it or you are ruled by it.

Just like the choice to own your shit and apologise for it. You either own and define it, or it owns and defines you.

And two final notes to those of you who would not apologize: First, that the only people who are capable of hurting us on the level of a nuclear bomb are people who are close to us. Sometimes, they may be the closest to us - and so you know. You know us and you know that your actions hurt us. You don't today and you will never in the future have the luxury of saying "I didn't know". Second, understand that you are not perfect and your refusal to apologize has a particular stink of arrogance about it. Issuing an apology would be admitting to a mistake and a mistake means that you are less than perfect. And to be flawed is not what a 'perfect' person is, but trust in the fact that you were never perfect, that you are currently far far far from it and you will always remain just that far away. You might be well to not confuse confidence with the emotional retardation brought on by too much pride.

12 Feb 2008; Edit to add this link.

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Tuesday, February 05, 2008

The Axis of Evil (Comedy Tour)

This is one of the funniest things I've ever seen...because we all know that it's a rare day when an Arab (and specifically) a Muslim gets to be funny. What with all of the terrorism to plan and execute.



Keep your eyes on The Axis of Evil webHome in order to see when they're coming to you. These boys are wicked funny.

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Friday, February 01, 2008

The Most Interesting Way to Find Me

This is a new category that discusses the most interesting search engine results leading people to this interWeb home.

This first I am inclined to believe is a reflection of someone's really strange fetish (is there any other sort?), because they searched for: female one small bald spot on top of head.

Note the specificity of the number ('one'), the size ('small') and the location ('top'). Because we're not here searching for a completely bald female, or one who has several bald spots, or one large bald spot on the back of her head, or even a multitude of baby bald spots on the sides of her head. Just give this individual one small bald spot on top, please. Interesting and an excellent use of search engine technology. (The more specific, the better.)

Dumb-Ass Mention: To the woman querying her full name + 'threesome'. JUST STOP.

Honorary Mention: To the individual who found me by way of Googling should I wear a Speedo to Bikram, then the following two things: First. Thank you. Thank you for not intrinsically thinking that it's ok, nay necessary, to wear a Speedo anywhere but on a French beach to Bikram. I applaud that you've taken the initiative to actually ponder this because your mere pondering makes me believe that when you thought 'Bikram + Speedo', something inside of your head protested and that makes you a very good person. And second, the answer to your question is: No, my friend. No, you should not wear a Speedo to Bikram.

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