Comments (2) I’m looking for some 1950s sex ed videos as part of something I’m thinking about for my next show, and thought I’d share. The restrictions on square dancing are near the end, around 4:30. (You can picnic while men-stru-ating, thank goodness!)
My roommate, who happens to be high, just asked me the following question:
If you were able to have one final meal of chocolate – after which you’d never be able to have chocolate again – what would you choose? What type of chocolate, what’s the setting, what would you want?
I went biking on Sunday, down to the Museum Campus and back. A good 20 miles! Woo! Here’s a view from the southern end of my trip, looking north at the city:
The Shedd Aquarium, Lake Michigan, and Downtown Chicago
CC or BCC: that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous ‘Reply All’s,
Or to take arms against a sea of emails,
And by BCCing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The inane replies and the thousand “Re:re:re:re”s
That email is heir to, ’tis a communication
Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to hibernate or shut down: ay, there’s the rub;
For in that shut down of death what screensavers may come
When we have shuffled off this electronic coil,
Must give us suspend of so long uptime;
For who would bear the viruses and trojans of time,
The spammers wrong, the forwarder’s contumely,
The pangs of un’friended’ love, Amazon’s shipping delay,
The insolence of bosses and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy tweets,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare mouse? who would ZIP files bear,
To blog and Digg under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after shut down,
The undiscover’d OS from whose bourn
No emailer returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those outdated computers we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus fear does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of 800×600 resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of VGA,
And enterprises of great programing and moment
With this regard their currents and volts turn awry,
And lose the name of email. – Soft you now!
The fair Steve Jobs! Nymph, in thy orisons
By all my forwarded emails remember’d.
(With apologies to Shakespeare. And anyone who read this through to the end. I’m going to literature hell for this one.)
What I came home to on Thursday:
Dunno who did it, but it made me laugh.
Last night was the big fundraising and show-opening benefit. I ended up working for a little over 14 hours, from shortly before 10AM until just about midnight.
The building was closing at midnight, which meant that everyone needed to be out. I remember (and text messages with coworkers confirm) that at about 11:40PM there were still maybe a dozen people in our very small office. I apparently decided that it would be a good idea to sing a version of “All Around the Mullberry Bush” that culminated with me yelling “BECCA NEEDS YOU TO GET OUT OF THE BUILDING!” I was not drunk – I’d had a single small drink – but I was extremely tired.
My boss was there, but took slight mental breakdown with good humor.
Seen in the building where I work:
And up close:
(That ‘sign’ actually came with a photograph that the City wanted hung in a prominent location. The hanging on the instructions was the work of a building employee with a sense of humor.)
A few years ago, one of my coworkers came across Steak and BJ Day. From the aforementioned site:
March 14th is now officially “Steak and Blowjob Day”. Simple, effective and self explanatory, this holiday has been created so you ladies finally have a day to show your man how much you care for him.
This really bugged me, and in response I created Cupcake and Shut The Hell Up Day:
Basically, ‘Steak and BJ Day’ assumes a number of things which are incorrect (I’m inferring some of these assumptions, some of them are flat-out listed on the ‘Steak and BJ Day’ website).
- Valentine’s Day is only for women, and there’s no way for men to enjoy Valentine’s Day or for two people in a relationship to share the day together
- Women don’t like sex (The ‘Steak and BJ Day’ page says the gift men get for women is inevitably loving, thought out, and wonderful, but implies Valentine’s Day isn’t about sweet lovin’ and that a little cunnilingus now and then isn’t a good thing)
- Every day isn’t already ‘Steak and BJ Day’
With that in mind, I’m declaring March 14 to be ‘Cupcake and Shut The Hell Up Day.’
Because the lady in your life deserves a cupcake.
And you ‘Steak and BJ Day’-ers need to shut the hell up.
I still think all that’s true, and the idea of Cupcake and Shut The Hell Up Day still really amuses me. (Even if it doesn’t roll off the tongue like Steak and BJ Day.)
But I just got an auto-reminder that the domain (cupcakeandshutthehellupday.com, obviously) expires next month. So now I’m trying to figure out if it’s worth the $10 to renew the domain. On the one hand, I still think it’s pretty funny. On the other hand, no one actually knows (or cares) about Cupcake and Shut The Hell Up Day.
Is it worth spending $10 a year on a joke only I find funny?
I’m sure someone else has done this, but the idea has been bouncing around in my head for a while. Links go to video or audio where possible, and lyrics for when I couldn’t find anything else.
So, Soundtrack for a Transition track list
Panorama Theme by 
Themocracy
