Leave it to the Japanese to make a toilet training device with no sense of shame but an overdeveloped sense of theatre and the bizarre. Stolen from JapanProbe, here is the Shimajiro Toilet Training video. Over at JP they have the actual sounds the machine makes as MP3 files as well: if only this little device looked like the Dora the Explorer aquapet, my day would be complete!
Maybe you have Victoria’s Secret stores where you live. Oh fine, gloat. They’re illegal here, or sumpin’, for lo, we have nothing so much as a dearth of Victoria’s Secret stores here in Canuckistan. What does this mean? It means that inhabitants of the Great White North, male and female, must make do with what they have and, in many cases it means that we must make do with such lingerie as is available from Lee Valley.
Victoria’s Secret supplies, in addition to reasonably-priced suiting lines and blog fodder, and as you may be aware, a diverse range of lingerie, including push up sports bras, strapless contraptions in sizes larger than you’d think prudent, and much more. And, frankly, however overpriced they may be, they all work.
But up here in Canuckistan, we are deprived. We can do the online thang. We can do the mailorder thang. But if we do not do the credit card thang we cannot do the Victoria’s Secret thang in any way, shape, or form.
Except…
Except in the most Canadian form of all. Let me tell you a twofer of tales that will tell you that, when it comes to continence or glamour, Canuckistan will take a back seat to no-one.
cut to Gilligan’s Theme music.
Once upon a time, like last night, mine hosts told a tale, a tale of a fateful shit. That started from their friends’ baby, and that was all of it. The baby knew the diaper was the way to own its’ parents, so nightly she’d divest herself of it’s malevolence. No way! No hope! The diaper shed, no matter what the ‘rents would do. Halfway through sleep they would awake and toss that fateful poo.
ENTER RED GREEN
So the baby took its diaper off for attention: solve the problem the Red Green way, by duct taping the diaper in place. Until baby can handle a switchblade, you’re good to go!
So ends Part the First.
Part the Second: I taped my tits for this?
Surely I can’t be the only woman who’s admired a photo of a fortysomething celeb whose boobs are still perky enough to put out an eye. The secret, as I learned from my in-the-know friend Sandy, is Duct Tape.
I am a fortysomething not-yet-celeb, and I have, as I may have mentioned, long since transcended human dignity. I was also a woman who had to attend an avante-garde art opening in a strapless bodysuit.
I used the duct tape.
Three days and six showers later I was unsticky. I think I have finally figured out the secret to Brandon Davis’ unique attraction: no matter how coated with adhesives you may be, you’ll slide right off his grease-streaming carcass.
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This probably isn’t news to anyone up on LGBT issues, and it really should be a given to everyone but it took so long to get to court: the Ontario Court of Appeals has ruled that a boy whose custodial parents are a lesbian couple, but whose sperm donor father has been playing a significant role in his upbringing, has, in fact, three parents.
*fist in air, yelling right on*
It’s not up to the government or the courts how we as citizens and family members define a family. How painful is the memory of the time I applied for co-op housing, listing my cousin (and roommate) as “family” only to be told, ad nauseum, that we were not actually family at all. The couples said, “Family is, you know, couples.” The marrieds with kid said, “Family is married couples with kids. ” The marrieds without kids said it was married couples. The co-habiting ones said it was couples having sex. Actually, even the menage a trois said it was a circle of adults connected by sexual relationships.
You just can’t win.
But in Ontario, maybe you can.
The case is believed to be the first in Canada in which a child has more than two legal parents, said Peter Jervis, a lawyer for the partner. He said while there have been birth-registry cases in which lesbian couples sought parentage of their children, the fathers in those cases were not active or were unknown due to sperm donations.
In this case, the biological father, a friend of the lesbian couple, remains involved in the 5-year-old boy’s life at the request of the two women. The father would have lost his parental rights if the lesbian partner had been able to adopt the boy under Ontario law.
“I needed a drink, I needed a lot of life insurance, I needed a vacation, I needed a home in the country.
What I had was a coat, a hat and a gun.”
Raymond Chandler
Stolen from BoingBoing. This guy makes P-Unit look like G-Unit. How to destroy leftover fruitcake? Humiliate it in a rap battle, of course! But this site lists several ways to kill off the least-loved holiday gift, including exorcism, committee, slingshot, and pinata.
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