Category Archives: Culture

Slimeballs!

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cross-posted from TeenyManolo, with a bit of editing

Everything old is goo again!

(I had to; it was there)

Yes, GenX’s favorite toy (besides Pong, that is) is celebrating its thirtieth birthday this year. As with everything and everyone who turns that undeniably-adult age, its tastes have changed over time to something more…sophisticated?

Say hello to Love Slime, Hot Slime, Relax Slime (?) and Elegance Slime (????).

Adult slime

From TrendsInJapan via Gizmodo.

Note that the company says these fragrances are “scented to appeal to adult sensitivities” rather than scented to enhance adult activities. Like that is going to stop anyone.

Speaking of which, it appears that Mrs. Bill Murray is tired of being slimed and has filed for divorce. I guess she has no tolerance for middle-aged ennui and reinvention of self? Or she could have just asked him to wear a condom.

In related news, here’s a story about some of my colourful relatives. Expect The Sister to pop up any second to deny it…

At my cousin’s wedding they had little pots of slime at the place settings. I kid you not. In the wedding colours, too. It was floral-scented. All my now-grown and dapperly be-suited cousins spent the entire wedding dinner sticking their thumbs in the little pots to make farting noises. And people wonder why I live at the other end of the country.

St. Petersburg at Night

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Smolny Cathedral, seen against a gibbous moon. From the Guardian.

Samuel L. Jackson’s past as a Junior Hockey coach

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Not many non-Canadians know, but Junior Hockey is the bloodiest. Oh, there may be less blood on the ice, but there is far more in the stands and in the parking lot. My parents, for instance, who, having two figure skating daughters, had no particular interest in junior excuse me Junior Hockey, still went out to every game. And why?

Because they were fight fans, and they watched the stands.

Hockey parents are notoriously bloodthirsty. If William Wallace were building an army now, he would choose from the stands of Junior Hockey and be assured of the bloodthirstiness of his crew. And, in Samuel L. Jackson, this crowd has at last met its match in a coach that will say, “Fuck your pussy son’s bench-warming ass, I am playing Lucifer and Fang on defence and there is fuckall he or you or any creature in Creation can do about it, you motherfucking minivan-driver!”

Can I get an “Amen!”?

Weezer: Pork and Beans and Posts and WordPress.com

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I know three point two million people have already seen it, but I can think of nothing more appropriate with which to celebrate my glorious return to the internets! Yes, finally the Write Post page takes less than five minutes to come up, and it appears that I may even be able to post pictures, although not via the super-snazzy flash uploader. I note with terror that Photobucket and Flickr are also debuting flash uploaders, potentially cutting off my only working workarounds…dear god, if I developed these workarounds and held them for ransom I could actually make a decent living. Although Automattic’s footsoldiers might put me on their to-do list.

Should I be proud or mortified that I identified more of these than Valleywag did?

Oops

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Spoke too soon. WordPress.com is having its traditional Friday fits.