Hi-ho kids. Oooh, what are the odds? It’s an actual blogpost by everyone’s favorite Auntie Tild!
I’ve been on vacation since July 4th, enjoying the longest uninterrupted stretch of days away from work that I’ve had in…probably 3 years.
My initial plan for at least part of this week was to go up to the Valley for my usual 3-day solitary retreat, but this year with the medical issues and the steady diet of painkillers that have made it impossible to drive long distances, I’ve had to stick close to home the whole time instead.
So, what have I been up to? Apart from some housecleaning and yardwork and physical therapy exercises, absolutely NOTHING that could be considered important or constructive or required. No setting the alarm clock. No to-do lists. No deadlines except arbitrary ones ones I make for myself just for fun. If I’ve wanted to stay up until 3 am playing with my new toys, I have. A couple times, actually.
Here’s some of the very important stuff I’ve been looking at and working on:
This is the winning entry in this year’s vote for the official San Fermin cartel. Isn’t it fabulous?! One of the best cartels in years. I love it!
That caterwauling you hear is loathsome local toady Katherine Kersten singing At last, my lo-o-ve has come along about her alltime bestest BFF ever, Camille Paglia. Jeezus Christ on a sesame seed bun, what a cute couple.
My opinion of Paglia? I think Molly Ivins said it best:
What we have here, fellow citizens, is a crassly egocentric, raving
twit. The Norman Podhoretz of our gender. That this woman is actually
taken seriously as a thinker in New York intellectual circles is a
clear sign of decadence, decay, and hopeless pinheadedness. Has no
one in the nation’s intellectual capital the background and ability to
see through a web of categorical assertions? One fashionable line of
response to Paglia is to claim that even though she may be
fundamentally off-base, she has “flashes of brilliance.” If so, I
missed them in her oceans of swill.
One of her latest efforts at playing enfant terrible in intellectual
circles was a peppy essay for _Newsday_, claiming that either there is
no such thing as date rape or, if there is, it’s women’s fault because
we dress so provocatively. Thanks, Camille, I’ve got some Texas
fraternity boys I want you to meet.
There is one area in which I think Paglia and I would agree that
politically correct feminism has produced a noticeable inequity.
Nowadays, when a woman behaves in a hysterical and disagreeable
fashion, we say, “Poor dear, it’s probably PMS.” Whereas, if a man
behaves in a hysterical and disagreeable fashion, we say, “What an
asshole.” Let me leap to correct this unfairness by saying of Paglia,
Sheesh, what an asshole.
Paglia plus Kersten? Sheesh, what a pair of assholes.
Now, let’s see… Moving right along, who else out there is aware of all internet traditions?
More Droste effect crate labels!
Altho admittedly this is just a variation on the Repetition Apples label, it’s still nice. And here’s yet another example of the super-fine, not as rare as I thought Triple Droste:
Stay tuned for more crate labels. Coming up: hand-designed, custom crate label art for some outstanding local blog brands.