Time Suck of the Week

 TSoW this week is brought to you by the kind folks at Gawker – not, in particular, their writers, but the people leaving comments.  OMG.

This is, before you clickey clickey to start your Monday off right, NSFW.  I don’t say that because your boss might walk by and see oral references that s/he’s never seen before – after all, that’s an opportunity for promotion, gender notwithstanding – but rather because you’re probably reaching for your coffee as you read this, and there’s a good chance that you’ll have to make something up when you call tech support after spitting your drink all over the desk, keyboard, and monitor.  

Why?  Because we’ve all read Cosmo once or twice, because we are now or have been (a) teenage girls unable to afford makeup AND magazines at the same time, or (b) teenage boys unable to buy porn because my older cousin is out of town.  Or you’re metro, or married, or both.  Whatever.  You read it and you loved it, because it gave you a new meaning for “craptastic.”

Anyway, the kind folks at gawker noted that Cosmo had listed ten of the magazine’s most common “boundary-pushing moves” and had asked a collection of New York men how they felt about the sex tips.  Gawker then had its resident “sexpert” review the list.  The best part is not this review.  The best part is reading the comments on the post.   The 124 comments on the post. 

These are the people who bring us such faux Comso sex tips as “Craft a thong teddy of out tampons. He won’t be able to resist the cottony softness! And you can use it to soak up the wet spot later.”   And, “Right before he enters you, throw a bucket of orange juice on him and then roll him in woodchips. He’ll love the sensation of all that stingy citrus on his already sensitive skin!” 

http://gawker.com/news/tools-of-the-trade/our-expert-assesses-cosmos-10-hottest-sex-tips-277186.php

It’s like a train wreck you can’t stop reading.  It’s certainly the Time Suck – and I use that word advisedly! – of the Week.

this is next year

OK, OK, I know, it’s only July, but it has been ONE HUNDRED YEARS, and they do just happen to have the best record in baseball at the moment.  

You know, today.

Now.

At this very minute.

I’m sure that will change; after all, I’ve only been waiting for 39 years.  I know how this works.

But still.  It’s been 100 years. 

It’s time.

I’m just sayin’, is all.

Things That Make America Great (or, Dialing Up My Big Ugly Nuts)

There are two things I feel I should share with you today, two things that exemplify different parts of what makes America great.  

First, I give you – the entrepreneur. Nothing says “American Dream” like the Ka-Ching! of someone making money out of thin air. In this case, David Feingold of San Diego is establishing himself as a true patriot, in that he’s making money by making fun of American politicians. This article in the Sun-Times mentions that Feingold hit the jackpot unexpectedly the other day, since he runs a candy shop at Obamaschocolatenuts.com, selling (you guessed it) chocolate nuts. (An equal opportunity offender, he had been selling “McCain’s dried papaya stick” until wholesale prices got too high.)

Jackpot, you ask? Oh, you can probably guess – that’s right, the Jessie Jackson Jackass Jackpot. Jessie can’t figure out not to say things like “I want to cut his nuts off” to a JOURNALIST while wearing a MICROPHONE, and then has the gall to be surprised when it makes news. Throw in the Google factor with 10 million searches for “Obama’s Nuts,” and Feingold finds himself at the top of the hit count heap.

Is this a great country, or what?

OK, next reason to be proud of our country: Its rich cultural and technical heritage allows for a wide range of references, which leads to more things being funny! (And as we all remember from the recent Hollowwood Writer’s Strike, when we lose the funny, the terrorists win!) This point was brought home to me this morning in my effort to become a Smaller Ugly Man Doll.

SOBUMD has found an ancient secret to lose weight, which I will share with you now. (Eat less and exercise more.) To this effect she found a plan for a 100-pushup challenge, and we’re well on our way to doing 100 pushups. By which, of course, I mean we’re up to 5. The plan lists the following sets of repetitions for today: 5 pushups, then 4, then 4, then 3, then as many as you can before you collapse in a heap.

I got to explain that this was easy to remember with a telephonic mnemonic, since it was like dialing an old-time phone number: 5-4-4-3-HEAP. How many? 5-4-4-3-HEAP! That’s right, just dial up the muscles and dial down the fat the Charles Atlas way, call today: 5-4-4-3-HEAP!

See? If we’d never had telephones, that wouldn’t have been nearly as funny.

Now once I get to 100 pushups, I’ll be ready for my photo-ops when some whack job starts marketing my Big Ugly nuts…

What it takes to be a BUMD

 

It takes a big man to keep smiling while taking a set of Bausch & Lomb 8×42’s to the gonads.
I’m just sayin’, is all.

Geez….

This whole ‘getting up in the morning’ thing is starting to kill my mojo.