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Wednesday, 09 December 2009
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A Song About Masturbation
Considering it's been months since I've updated a time stamp AND I've never sent a mass message AND this post actually required editing, I thought I would re-post this for the hell of it.
I was listening to my Top 40 jams on the way to work this week when Britney Spears' new song 3 started playing. Her song is about threesomes, so I decided to count backward from that and call my song 1, which is about...well...you know.
I've included the YouTube version. There's also an audio version at the bottom of the post.
3 2 1
I'm about to have fun
with some Jergen's lotion.
It's called masturbation.
Countin'
3 2 1
I don't need a Trojan.
Just a hand motion.
I'm alone and wanna ***
It's Monday night.
TV's all the same.
I don't see no harm
in solo games.
Better lock the door.
Close the window shades.
Threesomes are for whores.
Self love is safe.
Caesar dressing
makes a good dip, not a lube, yeah.
Rubbin' my skin.
I am just very lonely.
3 2 1
I'm about to have fun
with some Jergen's lotion.
It's called masturbation.
Countin'
3 2 1
I don't need a Trojan.
Just a hand motion.
I'm alone and wanna ***
3 2 1
I'm about to have fun
with some Jergen's lotion.
It's called masturbation.
Countin'
3 2 1
I don't need a Trojan.
Just a hand motion.
I'm alone and wanna ***
There is no harm.
Nor should there be shame.
Put the lube away.
You're rash-free, hooray.
Let off some steam.
Sexy yet so tame.
No more odd wet dreams
now that you came.
Caesar dressing
makes a good dip, not a lube, yeah.
Rubbin' my skin.
I am just very lonely.
3 2 1
I'm about to have fun
with some Jergen's lotion.
It's called masturbation.
Countin'
3 2 1
I don't need a Trojan.
Just a hand motion.
I'm alone and wanna ***
3 2 1
I'm about to have fun
with some Jergen's lotion.
It's called masturbation.
Countin'
3 2 1
I don't need a Trojan.
Just a hand motion.
I'm alone and wanna ***
What I do just pays the rent.
On web cam my name is Kent.
For five dollars I will pee
in my mouth with utter glee.
Utter glee.
Yeah, pee.
Got five more?
Get hardcore.
3 2 1
I'm about to have fun
with some Jergen's lotion.
It's called masturbation.
Countin'
3 2 1
I don't need a Trojan.
Just a hand motion.
I'm alone and wanna ***
3 2 1
I'm about to have fun
with some Jergen's lotion.
It's called masturbation.
Countin'
3 2 1
I don't need a Trojan.
Just a hand motion.
I'm alone and wanna ***
Monday, 07 December 2009
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For the Love of Ellipses...
I've never been a big fan of the ellipsis.
I think it's an overused, cliche piece of punctuation that writers use illogically and without reason in hopes that it will conjure up some sort of deep thought from the reader. Plus, they look like anal beads. (e.g. The branches...they were swaying in the wind...and that's when I wondered if I would ever see her again...) Hm, fascinating.
It's also used to replace periods and commas, which just makes me want to light my ass hair on fire.
In print journalism, an ellipsis means a quote has been omitted, meaning the "journalist" can alter the quote any way they want and say they did so for the sake of space. (e.g. Mona, who witnessed the robbery, said, "These things tend to happen...wherever black people are...and I love...America[n cheese]!" Now Mona totally looks like an ignorant beeyotch when what she really said was, "These things tend to happen when we have a lazy, racist police force who only patrol the streets wherever black people are. And I love that show, America's Got Talent!") And since the general public believes everything mainstream media spews their way, Mona will probably have to move out of state and have a sex change.
Basically, the ellipsis is a superficial, backstabbing bitch.
Unfortunately, I had to face Miss Thang's wrath as I was critiquing a bunch of essays written by nurses who work at our hospital. The theme was "Adapting to Change", which is more generic than the off-brand Tylenol PM I take at night to escape this world of rogue ellipses.
One nurse's essay was literally a stream of consciousness. All of her sentences were separated with ellipses. All of them. No periods or commas. Her entire essay was a run-on sentence.
I really tried putting my snobbery aside when I was judging these, and in most cases, I'm able to overlook grammatical and punctuation errors as long as there is a strong message. But seriously? Ellipses throughout? No one talks that way except for William Shatner, and he's the only one allowed to do that.
Aside from the ellipsis, there was another overused writing technique these nurses loved using: Opening their essays with a famous quote or with something "Someone once told me...".
Let me preface this by saying I think opening with a quote in fiction or feature writing is totally fine. I think it helps set a scene without blatantly telling the reader in the first sentence what's going on. It eases the reader into the story and encourages them to actually keep reading. Plus, with fiction and feature writing, you're telling someone else's story. With essays, you're generally writing your thoughts and opinions.
For instance, in a feature I'm writing about hospital volunteers, I start the story with:
“He’d been ill for many years,” recalls Delores M. of her late husband.
This eventually leads into her self-awakening about how she had to get out and preoccupy herself after taking care of her sick husband for so long. This ties into the fact that her husband died at the hospital where she now volunteers, et cetera, et cetera. I didn't come out and say, "Delores M. is a volunteer at the same hospital where her husband passed away." That's just boring.
But starting an essay with a quote is pretty much the most cliche way to start an essay. It's a sign of desperation; a sign that you have no original thoughts of your own; that you're basing your entire essay off someone else's ideas and opinions. An essay should express your own thoughts, not Martin Luther King's or George Washington's for shit's sake.
Structurally speaking, your opening paragraph is the foundation of your essay. If I see you spouting off someone else's words at the very beginning, how does that add any validity to the rest of your essay? In my experience, essays that begin with a famous quote are usually watered-down afterthoughts or eye-rolling "realizations" the writer had based off said quote.
OK, I feel a lot better now. Are there any other writing habits or techniques that annoy the hell out of you, too?
Tuesday, 24 November 2009
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Ladybug's Encore
I'm pretty sure this is the same ladybug even though I put it on my porch and shouted, "You're free, ladybug!" I found it on my pants this time. I set it free once again, but if I find it curled up next to me on my pillow, I won't be surprised. If it starts asking for bedtime stories, though, I'll have to draw the line. On a side note: Is it just me or do the front of ladybugs bear an eerie resemblance to Groucho Marx?
Sunday, 22 November 2009
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Welcome to Paneling World!
I'm guessing whoever designed the house I'm currently renting was an eccentric little man with a fondness for garish wood paneling. There are things about this place that cannot be explained, but for only $475 a month, I'm willing to overlook these oddities and call this place my temporary home. Let me show you around my humble abode and point out these strange architectural decisions.
Let's start with the living room, shall we?
Admittedly, I was overwhelmed by the wood paneling at first sight and had to stop myself from dousing the room in holy water. The new carpeting helped counteract this initial reaction, and I knew I could learn to accept the wood paneling for what it was - an unfortunate byproduct of the 70s. The living room is probably my favorite room in the house, mostly because it has my new TV, Xbox and DVD player. But I also like it because it's in the front of the house, which I'll explain shortly.
There's my new Sony Bravia, complete with a third dimension beckoning me from the screen.
Next is the kitchen/dining area.
Nothing much to see here really, especially not a dish washer. Damn it.
Here's my bedroom, where the wood paneling continues with a vengeance. For some reason, the bedroom has no closet, which is a little detrimental when you live in a society that requires clothing. All of my clothes have to be stored in the utility room. Also, notice the weird plastic accordion door.
I don't really understand the point in having a window directly next to the toilet. I mean it's not like I can ever open the blinds, unless I want to expose myself to the 90-year-old woman living next door. I do sometimes peek through the blinds when I'm pooping and look at people. Then I laugh at them because they have no idea they're being watched by someone taking a shit.
If I look straight ahead while I'm sitting on the toilet, this is my view:
A creepy hallway, where - get this - my basement door is. That's right. The door to my basement is in my bathroom. I finally got a padlock for it, because I kept imagining a burglar breaking in through my basement and then opening the door only to find me sitting on the toilet. When the technicians were here to connect my internet and satellite, they both had to get in the basement. When they asked me how to get in, I simply told them to follow me; I bet they got a little uncomfortable when I took them into my bathroom.
I've only been in my basement three or four times since moving in, since I'm pretty sure there's an evil clown living it, but let's take a look and see if he's home!
If I'm not careful, I start thinking I'm being buried alive.
Oh, while we're here, say hi to my ties.
Back here is my utility room, where I have to keep all my clothes.
Oh, wood paneling! What a shocker. Although, let's admire my new washer and dryer for a minute.
So help you God, it better be a full minute.
And finally, here's my office, where I'm typing this very post!
I could make another snarky wood-paneling comment, but I'm tired and need to go bed. I hope you enjoyed the tour. If you're too tired to make the drive back, you may have noticed I have a couple of cots in my basement...
Tuesday, 17 November 2009
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The Dusty Ladybug
I found this little ladybug climbing my fan chain, which apparently is in severe need of dusting. I didn't have the heart to kill it, so I just let him keep climbing. He eventually got to the light, presumably to warm up...or roast to death.
Update: I captured him and put him on the porch, where he is free to live a life of religious fulfillment.
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