I link this purely because it brought the Big Gay Ice Cream Truck to my attention. Where is my soft serve, Adrian Fenty?
PS. In regards to the picture at the left, no self-respecting homosexual purveyor of frozen treats would pack so many calories onto an ice cream cone. That potato chip monstrosity represents a good eight hours at the gym and four weeks in near-suicidal self-loathing over the pound you'll gain eating it.
Of course, the day wouldn't be complete without two covers of "Stand By Me" -- though I could certainly throw several more your way that are equally entertaining.
This video is quite bizarre and violent and cannibally.
This cover is a bit of a mystery: I discovered it a couple years ago likely via some illegal process and didn't think much about whether it was Jason Mraz singing. Clearly it is not Jason Mraz - I like Jason, but he does not have this quality of a singing voice. It turns out that no one knows who this is, or at least no one on the internet has conclusively pinpointed the singer's identity.
This is unfortunate, because this song very swiftly rose up the ranks of my iTunes and has roosted in the #1 played spot for years now.
Maya Angelou is the Literary Benjamin Button: Begins as an Inaugural Poet, Pulitzer Prize Nominee, and National Book Award Nominee, ends posting facebook updates that seem straight out of my 11 year old cousin's unicorn diary.
First, read this articleabout a governor's attempt to get her constituents to abstain from eating meat to lower their carbon footprint.
Then check out the PB&J Campaign, a website maintained by citizens concerned about the effect the meat industry has on climate change and the environment.
They claim (and likely rightly so) that every PB&J you eat lowers your carbon footprint because getting nutrients straight from plants means we sidestep the middle-man, or middle-digestor if you will. We need to grow many more plants to feed animals than if we just ate the plants ourselves. This article doesn't even mention the effect cow farts have on our atmosphere.
I am no vegetarian, but I support any group that endorses the gloriousness that is peanut butter.
I really do not understand how the South can continue to celebrate the Confederacy. South Africa doesn't have "Pre-Apartheid History Month", nor does England have "Imperialism Reflection Week" or Germany "Nazi 'Nowledge November".
I suppose this is would be all right if the Confederacy was about "Southern Pride" and not, you know, ensuring the dominant power of Slave States and ensuring their ability keep enslaving an entire race of people.
I have been cruel to a fat pigeon Because he would not fly All he wanted was to live like a friendly old man
He had let himself become a wreck filthy and confiding Wild for his food beating the cat off the garbage Ignoring his mate perpetually snotty at the beak Smelling waddling having to be Carried up the ladder at night content
Fly I said throwing him into the air But he would drop and run back expecting to be fed I said it again and again throwing him up As he got worse He let himself be picked up every time Until I found him in the dovecote dead Of the needless efforts
So this is what I am Pondering his eyes that could not Conceive that I was a creature to run from
I'm sure you've all heard about the Mississippi Teen Constance McMillen who asked permission to bring her girlfriend to prom. Last I had heard the administration had soiled itself and canceled prom altogether - you know, to protect from the gay and all.
Well, turns out that the administration reconsidered and instead made two proms: one for McMillen, her girlfriend, and seven special needs students, and a second *secret* prom for the remainder of the class.
Note that this is from Gawker and the author may be suitably misinformed.
While some of you are eating processed ham and staining chicken fetuses, San Fransisco's Lady of Perpetual Indulgence will be parading about for its annual Hunky Jesus Contest.
