Elf Sex, and Other Links to Warp Your Mind By
The most ravishing elf ever, Lúthien, used enchantment to grow her hair extremely long. This may have been the elves' erotic equivalent of being able to tie a cherry stem into a knot with your tongue. Find out how freaky Tolkien's elves really got.
Speaking of linguists, the cunning Randy from Som. Pos. (see sidebar for link, as I'm lazy) once wrote a Frat-to-English Dictionary as a joke. Jon, I am in no way implying that you might get a kick out of this. Either that or kick my ass (see definition).
Of all the things that scare me about those who like to tell the country who should have sex and when, the worst is the idea of them writing porny novels. (I'm not kidding. You've been warned. Republican-penned porn. Just TRY to sleep tonight.)
I wanna live in a micro-house. Too bad my book collection would make it impossible to fit a human being in.
Boscastle is the most beautiful town on this planet (and Tintagel is pretty awe-inspiring as well). I fell in love with North Cornwall when I spent the weekend there with my friend Cathy, back in 2002. Boscastle was badly flooded in August of 2004, and many of the residents and businesses are still cleaning up. The Museum of Witchcraft, which I was unable to visit because it wasn't open when I was in town, has an amazing virtual tour of its collection, as well as a diary of both its own and the town's recovery. They also have... a blog. We love blogs!
John Romano is the father of my freshman roommate, and a screenwriter and producer. It was wicked cool to run across this summary of an MIT roundtable on writing and producing prime time TV. Henry Jenkins is also present, which makes my inner fandom geek incredibly happy (he's in media studies, and has done loads on participatory fan culture; I'm a marginally participatory member of a few fandoms; together, we... well, there's no crime fighting involved, and we've never corresponded, let alone met, so I'll just end this parenthetical now, yes?).
An SMS-triggered bluetooth vibrator. It makes its own snarky remarks, really.
Dave Barry answers FAQs about South Florida's hurricane recovery.
Dan Savage has initiate a break-up in my longest-term relationship to date: I'm now seriously looking to replace my Target Visa. Dan reports that "we know that Target fills its ads with dancing, multi-culti hipsters giving off a tolerant, urbanist vibe and runs hipster-heavy ad campaigns positioning Target as a slightly more expensive, more progressive alternative to Wal-Mart. Well, as John Aravosis revealed on Americablog.org last week, Target's politics are as red as their bulls-eye logo. The chain allows its pharmacists to refuse to dispense birth control and emergency contraception to female customers if the pharmacist objects on religious grounds. What's worse, the company claims that any of its employees have a right to discriminate against any of its customers provided the discrimination is motivated by an employee's religious beliefs." The last three paragraphs of that column are positively chilling.
In positive religious news, Pastafarians now have official vestments. Praise be to the Flying Spaghetti Monster.
Speaking of linguists, the cunning Randy from Som. Pos. (see sidebar for link, as I'm lazy) once wrote a Frat-to-English Dictionary as a joke. Jon, I am in no way implying that you might get a kick out of this. Either that or kick my ass (see definition).
Of all the things that scare me about those who like to tell the country who should have sex and when, the worst is the idea of them writing porny novels. (I'm not kidding. You've been warned. Republican-penned porn. Just TRY to sleep tonight.)
I wanna live in a micro-house. Too bad my book collection would make it impossible to fit a human being in.
Boscastle is the most beautiful town on this planet (and Tintagel is pretty awe-inspiring as well). I fell in love with North Cornwall when I spent the weekend there with my friend Cathy, back in 2002. Boscastle was badly flooded in August of 2004, and many of the residents and businesses are still cleaning up. The Museum of Witchcraft, which I was unable to visit because it wasn't open when I was in town, has an amazing virtual tour of its collection, as well as a diary of both its own and the town's recovery. They also have... a blog. We love blogs!
John Romano is the father of my freshman roommate, and a screenwriter and producer. It was wicked cool to run across this summary of an MIT roundtable on writing and producing prime time TV. Henry Jenkins is also present, which makes my inner fandom geek incredibly happy (he's in media studies, and has done loads on participatory fan culture; I'm a marginally participatory member of a few fandoms; together, we... well, there's no crime fighting involved, and we've never corresponded, let alone met, so I'll just end this parenthetical now, yes?).
An SMS-triggered bluetooth vibrator. It makes its own snarky remarks, really.
Dave Barry answers FAQs about South Florida's hurricane recovery.
Dan Savage has initiate a break-up in my longest-term relationship to date: I'm now seriously looking to replace my Target Visa. Dan reports that "we know that Target fills its ads with dancing, multi-culti hipsters giving off a tolerant, urbanist vibe and runs hipster-heavy ad campaigns positioning Target as a slightly more expensive, more progressive alternative to Wal-Mart. Well, as John Aravosis revealed on Americablog.org last week, Target's politics are as red as their bulls-eye logo. The chain allows its pharmacists to refuse to dispense birth control and emergency contraception to female customers if the pharmacist objects on religious grounds. What's worse, the company claims that any of its employees have a right to discriminate against any of its customers provided the discrimination is motivated by an employee's religious beliefs." The last three paragraphs of that column are positively chilling.
In positive religious news, Pastafarians now have official vestments. Praise be to the Flying Spaghetti Monster.
posted by Turtle at 10:20 PM
3 Comments:
He's at least wrong about this:
"Frat" is a slang term created by dropping the "-ernity" of "fraternity." Drop the "-ry" off "country" and you get "count," not "cunt."
Yes, but you don't say "count-ry" any more than you say "frat-ternity. You say "fruhternity" and "cuntry," so really it's fine.
I have no problem with frat stereotypes - and I wouldn't necessarily try to argue with them when I was in one either. In fact, I mostly think it's a good thing that the greek system probably won't survive that much longer, at least not without radical changes which probably won't happen.
The only defense I'll make now is the same one I made for four years: all of these things apply to groups of guys everywhere on college campuses, and some of the scummiest guys I knew at college were not in fraternity's at all, and I witnessed more disturbing things in the dorms than I ever witnessed in my fraternity house. So there, I've taken your bait. :)
I totally agree re: there being far scarier things than your average frat-boy on campus. I tease mostly because you're the only guy I've ever known who was in one (one of my female roommates my sophmore year was the only female member of her frat on our campus, having transferred from a co-ed chapter, but she never brought her guys round the apartment), and so very NOT the stereotype that it's just an obvious joke.
(OK, if this ends up posting itself twice, it's totally not my fault; Comcast seems to be too busy fellating itself to provide internet service tonight.)
one of my female roommates my sophmore year was the only female member of her frat on our campus, having transferred from a co-ed chapter
Whoa - I've never heard of that before. That would be...interesting.
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