I almost forgot the Friday Five. At this moment, what is your favorite… 1. …song? Alone/Together by the Strokes. 2. …food? Fajita taco salad (chicken) from Camino Real 3. …tv show? Six Feet Under 4. …scent? Emporio Armani for women 5. …quote? The quote Amber has on her blog is bad-ass. “Eat the same apples, day comes, night falls. Read the same newspapers, day comes, night falls. Turn on the television, day comes, night falls.…
This is the best Web site ever. You can go there, answer a few questions, and get your virginity back. Go there and get yours back today! I even sent them a little message so they would understand my plight. God, I love my plight. Oh god. I hate life. I have tried remedying this by using anti-depressants, drugs, alcohol, everything. It must be that I lack my virginity that I am so unhappy with…
Oh, Yoko. I am stressed out. Lord. I’m trying to pin down at least one story (I’m working on two) today for Monday’s issue. If I don’t contact the lottery commission media lady by 4, it’s doomed. And naturally, the contact I need to make on campus for the other story is AWOL. It wouldn’t be so bad if we had some other hard news for Monday, but we really don’t. It will be hell…
I’m worried about my Lesbian Studies class. It’s not group therapy yet, but it is a place to mockingly call out stereotypical labels just to remind the class what queer activists are allowed to say and no one else. OK, so maybe I’m reading too much into it. It is only the second week, so there could be fields of insight we’ve yet to plow. (From now on, I only speak in sexual metaphors.) I’m…
Freedom of speech is a pretty potent illusion. We all know that. All you Mass Comm majors have watched that Bill Moyers investigative piece about the price of free speech. You know, the one with the hog farms in it. Well, CBS has decided to refuse to air an anti-Bush ad during the SuperBowl. It’s the winner of a Bush in 30 seconds contest sponsored by MoveOn, a leftist advocacy group. MoveOn raised the millions…
Amber and I watched Kissing Jessica Stein last night. She’d been plugging it for a while, and I had never seen it. So she brought it over and, after we watched This is Spinal Tap, we shifted gears from phallus-infused rock ‘n’ roll to neurotic lesbianism. It’s a natural progression, if you ask me. And what a cute film. I love Jessica’s monologue in the deleted scenes when she’s in the boat with Dork No.…
If I am going to allow the bookstore to rape my bank account, the least they could do is do it quickly and efficiently. This means that, during the first week of school, when the parking lot is full and there are wrecks out on the street because people are pouring into your establishment to buy books their professors insist they must have in order to pass a class they paid in excess of $300…
My Lesbian Studies class is going to be smooth sailing, as far as I can tell. The professor seems extremely laid back, and the course content is dictated by what we want to do. I can’t imagine I’ll learn much of anything, except perhaps the perspectives of actual, real-life lesbians. In the flesh! In their natural habitat! Crikey! Hopefully, if the class devolves into a group therapy session (which many of my discussion classes have),…
I’m sitting in my pajamas, blasting Coldplay to drown out the incessant barking of my neighbor’s dog. I would never bring a big dog to an apartment complex and expect happy smiles all around. I’m sure big dogs hate the confinement, and — speaking from experience — neighbors hate barking dogs. Ferrets are perfect apartment pets. They’re silent and if you take care of them they don’t ruin carpet or rip-roar around the place and…
The ferrets are fluffy and smelling good, thanks to a quick dunk in the tub. They hate baths so much. Hee. After I dry them off, their tails poof out and they rip around the apartment, rubbing on everything in sight, trying to get dirty again. It makes them really hyper, so we always get a nice play session in, which is fun. Now they’re settling down, and I’ve just gotten out of the shower.…
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