safe sex, British-style

With Hugh Laurie, Dawn French, Rowan Atkinson (as “Mr. R”) and Stephen Fry as the suave emcee. So you know it’s going to be totally educational.

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quiz: which wife of Henry VIII are you?

Yes, I’m being very lazy, aren’t I? Hardly writing any of my own material and pretty much politics-free. Guess I’ve been scratching the political itch over at the new Bojo Forum, but wait; I’m sure there will be something coming soon. I mean, I should probably say something about the new leader of the Liberal Party of Canada, but that would presume I knew something about Stephane Dion, the new leader of the Liberal Party of Canada, which of course I do not. All that I know about him is he is not Michael Ignatieff, for which the nation is, I’m sure, very grateful.

Now to the quiz…with bonus before-and-after Katherine Howard pix! Ah, if they’d had Botox and Restylane back then, she’d have kept her pretty head! In fact, it probably still wouldn’t have decomposed!

Before:

Katherine Howard, before

and After:

After

Which wife of Henry the Eighth are you?

Your Result: Anne Boleyn

42%

You are Anne Boleyn, second, and most famous, wife of Henry. You are fiery, smart, confident, and witty. Though not notorious for your beauty, you have a prescience that sticks out in people’s minds. You will stop at nothing to get what you want. Keep in mind, though, when you get it, you have to know how to keep it.

Katherine of Aragon

32%

Catherine Parr

22%

Kathrine Howard

20%

Jane Seymour

6%

Anne of Cleves

0%

Which wife of Henry the Eighth are you?
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sexiest man alive George Clooney, metaphor man

sexiest mystery man aliveIs there anything this man can’t get away with? Ripping poor little Teri Hatcher‘s heart to shreds? Spurning Julia Roberts? Posing for Vanity Fair with models an even foot taller and two decades younger? Being compared with the immortal Cary Grant? That mullet from the Facts of Life?

Nothing.

Including this. Yes, as Gawker reports in their beloved Gawker Stalker feature, sexiest man alive George Clooney simply makes literal what so many generations of men have done only metaphorically.

He gives the girl shit.

George Clooney and Steven Soderbergh were dining at the Post House restuarant tonight (Wednesday). They were discussing and laughing about the movie Broke Back Mountain. George Clooney offered his stool to an attractive blonde who was at the bar.

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the 12 days of Christmas, Indian edition

I love Canadian multiculturalism; it lets you make fun of everybody, including those who pay for your social life (inside joke). Say hello to Indian boy band sensation Boymongoose.

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house-sitting: a paradigm shift

It must be said that house-sitting is more attractive as a gig when you live, as I do, in a leaky, damp, cold, mushroom-sprouting festerment on the heart of the Downtown EastSide rather than, say, a $25million-dollar oceanfront mansion on the North Shore. Although I still bet I get more seawater than they do: I sea it dribbling down the walls, for god’s sake.

In any case, there is nothing I enjoy so much as the vicarious pleasure of having, if only for the moment, two homes. It’s not quite “should we open the Rio house this weekend?” but it’s getting there.

After cleaning out the fridge, the greatest pleasure is turning their animals. You left thinking Fluffy would never forget you. If you engaged me as a house-sitter, trust me, Fluffy has long since forgotten you, figuring that she’s traded up. Whatever her species (other than fish. Live fish are simply pre-sushi in my worldview) Fluffy now loves me more than she loves you. I’m sorry you had to find out this way, but it’s better you know now than later. The current Fluffy-incumbent at Lydia‘s house not only worships me, she thinks I can make the six inches of snow we are currently enjoying go away; in other words, she thinks I am a god. Is it any wonder I enjoy pet-sitting?

Seriously, though, this poor cat. She’s more disappointed in her god than anyone in history.  Eloi, eloi, lama sabachthami . Every 45 minutes (her internal timer is extremely accurate; either that or she can tell time, and those Orientals are like, way smart) she runs to the door and causes a fuss, so I obligingly open said door, saying “Dude, it’s still Canada out there” and she looks out, looks up at me with a “well, what are you going to do about it” look, and then gives up. As so many of us, faced with the greater questions of faith and causality, do.

But it is fun to convert a “she doesn’t take to strangers” animal into a lap-purring cuddle machine inside of three hours. If only I had that knack with people…

Sandra Bullock said that the key to success with men is to do the little hair toss thingy and follow it up with “I have three million dollars in my checking account.” I shall practice in front of a mirror for future use and report back on my success.