Enthusiastically Ambiverted Hopepunk
Things that make me laugh, or that I think will make others laugh.
Singapore sounds like a rather odd place at times. Never having been there, of course, all I can judge by is the occasional news story that makes the rounds over here, when I find out that in Singapore, prostitution is legal, the age of consent is 16 — but oral sex is illegal.
Like the title says…;)
(via Prairie)
For the first time in their three decades of existence, the disco band The Village People have inducted an openly Episcopal man, igniting a controversy that threatens to tear the fabled group asunder.
Holding a press conference in New York City today, The Construction Worker, a prominent member of The Village People since its inception in the 1970s, urged “tolerance and understanding” for its latest member, The Episcopal Guy, who joined the group over the weekend.
“From the start, The Village People have been all about inclusiveness,” The Construction Worker said. “And introducing The Episcopal Guy as our latest member is part of that tradition.”
While The Indian Chief and The Fireman were reportedly in agreement with The Construction Worker about including The Episcopal Guy in the band, The Policeman, The Cowboy, and the Leather-clad Guy were reportedly opposed, creating speculation that The Village People might split up into two smaller, somewhat less influential disco bands.
(from Dad)
According to CNN, Prince Charles has come out to publicly announce that the allegations are “totally untrue and without a shred of substance.”
Just to further clear up the matter a bit:
I certainly hope that this clears up some of the misinformation, and that the rumors surrounding this incident cease forthwith.
Thank you for your time.
(via Neil Gaiman)
Body piercing is something I’ve never been terribly interested in, on a personal level. I have no problem with it on other people, and often find it quite attractive, I just have never felt any need nor desire to do it to myself. For quite a few years, I used to joke that I was a “freak among freaks”, as I was the only one in my group of friends who was “unmodified” — no piercings, no tattoos, no body modification of any sort. Once I got my tattoo that was less true, but I’d still joke about it from time to time.
One night, the club I was DJ’ing at had just closed down, and our group of late night rabble rousers had found our way over to our usual post-club breakfast spot, “Vinyl” (Village Inn, Northern Lights — VINL). Most of the wait staff there had gotten used to us, generally we were liked, or at least tolerated. A bit rowdy, to be sure, all amped up on sugar and caffeine, but as the club was a non-alcoholic all-ages dance club, at least we weren’t drunk and rowdy.
We were being especially energetic this night, and at some point when the waitress came by, one of us apologized to her for being so raucous. “Oh, don’t even worry about it,” she assured us. “You’re not that bad, and besides — working the bar rush shift, I don’t think there’s anything that’ll surprise me anymore.”
Oooh — a challenge! Marc and I looked at each other. To this day, I have no idea where the inspiration came from, as I don’t remember us discussing this in the least. One way or another, though, our Muse was with us.
“Excuse me — miss?”
“Yes?”
“I bet we could surprise you.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yup. Tell you what. If we can come up with something you’ve never seen before — that won’t get us kicked out or arrested — we get our breakfast for free, okay?”
She laughed. “All of you?”
“No, no — just us two,” I said, pointing to Marc and myself.
“Well…what’cha got?”
We grinned. I grabbed the Dr. Pepper she had just brought me and set it between us, and Marc took the straw and placed it in front of him on the table. Sticking out his tongue, he calmly unscrewed the ball of his tongue stud, dropped it in the empty coffee creamer dish, then slid the post out and put it in the dish. He then unwrapped the straw, brought it up to his face, and slid the straw into the hole in his tongue until his tongue was halfway along the length of the straw.
“Okay,” said the waitress. “The straw is a little freaky, but I’ve seen people play with their tongue piercings before.”
“No worries,” I said.
Marc then leaned over, letting the bottom end of the straw drop down into my Dr. Pepper. I leaned over, took the top of the straw in my mouth, and proceeded to take a few big sips of my Dr. Pepper, though the straw, right through Marc’s tongue.
We got our breakfast for free.
(Inspired by Nate‘s Household Items I can fit in my Piercings post)
Early fall, 1997.
James, Richard and I had just gotten out of a late showing of that year’s Sci-Fi/Horror film, “Event Horizon“. None of us had known quite what we were in for when we decided to go, aside from the most basic premise of “something creepy happens in space,” but it looked fun, so off we were.
We had a blast. The movie itself, if you haven’t seen it, is either really good or really horrible, depending on how you look at it. As a horror movie, it’s pretty good — as a science-fiction movie, it’s horrendous. That night, though, we just had a lot of fun with the horror movie part, sitting in the dark in a huge theater, jumping at all the cheap thrills and loud noises, and thoroughly enjoying it.
Leaving the theater sometime after midnight, we were so jazzed on adrenaline that we were bouncing off the walls, so we stopped off at the local grocery store for some snacks.
“I like it here,” commented James as we walked down the aisles. “It’s warm…the lights are on…there’s air…. Can we stay?”
We got to the checkout counter, and I started skimming the tabloid headlines as James and Richard paid for their goodies. “Hey guys,” I said, and held up the latest Weekly World News. “Alien’s Last Words!”
James just looked at me and deadpanned, “Ack. Ack ack. Ack ack ack ack. Ack.”
Eventually we headed back to my apartment. Once we got there, James decided that he was still too amped from the movie to have any chance of going to sleep. In order to relax and calm down, he decided the best thing to do would be to watch a nice, calm, relaxing movie.
Like Aliens.
True to form, he was asleep before the movie ended.
Apparently, over on MacRumors.com, the first person to take notice of the G4 iBook was someone who lives in the Netherlands. They sent in this screenshot of the Netherlands Apple Store showing the new machines.
I, however, should not be allowed to see such things right after getting up in the morning.
All I can picture in my head now is the Swedish Chef onstage, introducing the new machines.
Deer gee-füür ist der BØRK BØRK BØRK! Heer chickiee! Chickeeeeee!
I really was planning on getting something done today. Unfortunately, I haven’t — and it’s all Royce‘s fault.
He sent me a link to Something Positive, a web comic that I’d never heard of before.
I’ve spent the entire day reading it. So far I’ve made it from the very first strip from Dec. 19th, 2001 all the way up to April 16th, 2003 — about a year and a half of strips. I’ve still got about six months to go before I catch up to today. Unfortunately, I do need to take a break for a bit, and go out and bounce around for a bit.
Still, the strip is hilarious. Often very wrong, but that just makes it all the better in my book. Go check it out.
And I want my own Choo-Choo Bear!
You’ll understand if you read the comic.
Trust me.
:)
‘quislibet’ has translated Sir Mix-A-Lot’s ‘Baby Got Back’ into Latin, and given an English re-translation that gives some idea of how sucessful his translation efforts were. What follows is merely the beginning…here’s the rest!
| Latin | English (re-translated) |
|---|---|
| mehercle! Rebecca, ecce! tantae clunes isti sunt! amica esse videtur istorum hominum rhythmicorum. |
By Hercules! Rebecca, behold! Such large buttocks she has! She appears to be a girlfriend of one of those rhythmic-oration people. |
(via Cory Doctorow)
