So it was time for my annual pussy checkup (ok, it had been a couple years) and I was at a loss. I don’t have insurance or a regular doctor here in NYC; the last time I saw an MD for anything but my brain was back in Atlanta, when I was insured and had a full time job and all that good-economy shit.
The gynecologist is, of course, the worst doctor a lady can go to. You will be escorted into a room. You will strip naked and put on an open-front gown. You will get onto a cold table, put your feet in those dreaded stirrups and be told to scoot, scoot, scoot down until your sacred female parts are basically hanging out there in space.
23rd May 2012
Notes: 1
XTC - Mayor of Simpleton
This song probably ranks in my top 10 (or at least top 25, I haven’t really nailed all that down). The lyrics are awesome:
Never been near a university,
Never took a paper or a learning degree,
And some of your friends think that’s stupid of me,
But it’s nothing that I care about.
Well I don’t know how to tell the weight of the sun,
And of mathematics I want none,
And I may be the Mayor of Simpleton,
But I know one thing,
And that’s I love you.
I can’t have been there when brains were handed round
Or get past the cover of your books profound,
And some of your friends think it’s really unsound,
That you’re ever seen talking to me.
Well I don’t know how to write a big hit song,
And all crossword puzzles I just shun,
And I may be the Mayor of Simpleton,
But I know one thing,
And that’s I love you.
I’m not proud of the fact that I never learned much,
Just feel I should say,
What you get is all real,
I can’t put on an act,
It takes brains to do that anyway.
And I can’t unravel riddles, problems and puns,
How the home computer has me on the run,
And I may be the Mayor of Simpleton,
But I know one thing,
And that’s I love you.
If depth of feeling is a currency,
Then I’m the man who grew the money tree,
(no Chain of Office and no hope of getting one).
Some of your friends are too brainy to see,
That they’re paupers and that’s how they’ll stay.
Well I don’t know how many pounds make up a ton,
Of all the Nobel prizes that I’ve never won,
And I may be the Mayor of Simpleton,
But I know one thing,
And that’s I love you.
When all logic grows cold and all thinking gets done,
You’ll be warm in the arms of the Mayor of Simpleton.
I had no idea about any of this. I just thought PETA was professionally inept at garnering sympathy for its cause. Do they really have an evil killing facility in Virginia?
Always reblog this. A lot of the animals they kill (and they kill over 95% of the animals they take in at their Virginia Headquarters) are killed within 24 hours. Not nearly enough time to deem whether an animal is adoptable or not. They even bought a giant fridge to store the corpses!
PETA is a corporation. Not a charity. Less than 1% of their 32 Million+ annual budget actually goes to directly helping animals. Most of it is spent making sexist/racist/ domestic abuse supporting commercials that won’t even air on television, giving bail outs to convicted arsonists and criminals, hiring/supporting any celebrity that claims to be vegetarian for five minutes, creating campaigns to target children (“Your mom kills animals”), fruitless lawsuits like suing Sea World for violating the constitution, and most recently, making porn. I’m not against porn, but I fail to see how it fucking helps animals.
PETA does not give a shit about animals.
Their President Ingrid Newirk is also anti-pit bull. That’s right: the person who is the HEAD of the PEOPLE FOR THE ETHICAL TREATMENT OF ANIMALS thinks pit bulls should be destroyed.
(Source: norwaydude87)
Reblogged From slackmistress
Now I’m thinking about Levon Helm and all the musicians he influenced… I was in a newsroom the day he passed and four of us on the show had to stomp and fuss to get an obit run. It was the day after Dick Clark had died, and all the networks had gone nuts, and yet it was a fight to get this musical legend mentioned.
Anyway, the first time I heard “The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down” was not on a record by The Band, but by Joan Baez, one of my mom’s favorites. I think it’s beautiful - have a listen if you like.
Played 3 times.
Levon Helm, drummer and singer of The Band, passed away from throat cancer last week. The outpouring of love directed his way over the last week, from every corner of the world, was remarkable. His family did an interesting thing too; they told the world before he died that he was in his final…
It took me a few days to finally read this, but I’m glad I finally did. I hope you will read it too.
It’s pretty amazing; he gets from “The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down” to this:
“It is INSANITY to believe that what FIFTY PERCENT of Americans want is bad, wrong, or destructive to the country and its citizens at large. If that were true, the country wouldn’t be here anymore, or it would resemble a Cormac McCarthy novel, and it wouldn’t be All the Pretty Horses.”
and back. Respect, Delaney. Even if I don’t really like your Twitter (sorry).
I’m up for my 2-year-new-phone thing with Verizon, which really isn’t that big a deal to me because my current phone’s not broken. Unlike some, I don’t break into douche sweats if I don’t have the current Best Gadget Ever. I have, however, had my eye on a Samsung Galaxy for quite some time now.
Here’s the thing - rumors of a sweet new version have been flying around the internet for months, and now the company’s announced that it’s unveiling Some New Thing on 5/3, so things are happening.
As someone who is wary of 1st generation devices, conscious of yearly pricing trends, and not about to buy a phone that’s months away from a price slash, I’ve been paying attention to all of this. Today, I came across this little rant on SlashGear:
Samsung’s iSheep Obsession is Marketing Manure
This is all in response to a promo video Samsung just put out building up to the May 3rd thing, which is in London.
What struck me is how hot-under-collar the blogger, Chris Davies, got over what is literally 4 seconds of sheep.
CyHi Da Prynce – A-Town f. Travis Porter & B.o.B
Had to post just this. Bag that bitch like Kroger.
They should play this version at Turner Field. Then all they’d have to do is get rid of “Cotton-Eyed Joe” and “Proud to be an American” and the Tomahawk Chop (yep, still offensive!) and all the Yankee transplants wouldn’t feel so uncomfortable at games. They already have to deal with seeing OTP-ers.
I hate because I love. Baseball games were one of my favorite things when I lived in Atlanta.
Played 5198 times.
Autographed photo no. 11, wall of the Coach House, San Juan Capistrano (Taken with instagram)
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