Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand
(scene: Peter and co-worker giggling maniacally in the hallway in front of our manager’s office)
Manager: What are you doing out there?
Me: If we tell you, you have to promise to not fire us for doing it.
Manager: Sure.
Me: We’re making a human pyramid in the middle of the hallway.
Manager: Why?
Co-worker: So we can take a picture of us in a human pyramid. I’ll be on top! [strikes a legitimate cheerleading pose.]
Manager: Cool! Can I watch?
(scene.)
“Oh, because I’m always looking for neon colored things to put in my vagina.”
Seriously, if I was a woman I don’t think I’d be cruising the feminine products aisle looking for a box of tampons that resembles a pack of highlighters. I get the packaging of a tampon being a fun color so it’s unobtrusive in your purse, but the actual applicator? Are we seriously selling this to young women?
Can anyone with a vagina offer some insight?
(Because all tampons are “Tampax” to me, I had to use the interwebs to figure out the brand I encountered, and I must say that the Kotex “How to Insert a Tampon” video is refreshingly frank and personal for something coming from a major brand.)
Great googly moogly, #140conf flies by quickly. Here’s the overview of the first half of day 1.
I should be subjected to some sort of electric shock of increasing frequency and severity whenever I let posting lapse for more than seven days. I wonder if there is a WordPress plugin for that.
Failing that, I at least have a persistent nagging in the depths of my soul. PETER, growls my inner OCD Godzilla (a voracious blog reader), YOUR BLOG IS STALE. A week and a half, maybe he can bear. Two weeks and he starts exhaling tiny wafts of smoke from his nose, and I’m like, Godzilla doesn’t breathe fire, right?
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I read a lot of blogs about betterment, simplification, and frugality. They all dole out advice about organizing and eliminating – make a clear surface or a paid off credit card, and then it’s easier to avoid the things you would clutter it with.
I’ll never quite attain that clear-surface perfection in my physical existence, but this past year I’ve been struggling to get there in my intellectual life.
A little over a year ago I had a lot of stuff on every surface of my mind. Event-planning. Marriage. Marketing. Songwriting. Blogging. Some piles were deeper. Identity management. Seemingly unfixable relationships.
For the past year every time I read one of those decluttering blog posts, instead of decluttering my desk or my bureau I decluttered some recess of my psyche.
It was scary for a while. I jettisoned some stuff I thought was pretty central to my existence. But you know what? None of it was. I am a husband, a songwriter, a blogger, a music-lover, a communicator, and an occasional activist.
All of the other stuff is just ornamentation, and there’s a thin line between emotional tchotchkes and emotional clutter.
And, anyway, OCD Godzilla needs a lot of space to roam. He is a free-range imaginary beast of the psyche.
(I forgot to post this yesterday because I am A PRO.)
WTF, am I doing a meme? Yes, because one of my favorite bloggers and virtual pals Kari from Inflammatory Writ addressed this very interesting set of questions to the internet at large, and I found them compelling.
I guess that’s how memes start. It’s like mono getting passed around in your Junior year of high school – everybody thought it was a good idea to kiss that one boy, and things just spiraled out of control from there.
Anyhow, here we go.
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