I took my husband’s last name. Some may say that makes me a bad feminist, but no. I literally TOOK his name, wrestled him to the ground and forceably removed his name from him. He is now only referred to as “Pete”, and he’s lucky I left him that.
Okay no. But I do call him by his full name when I am annoyed with him. Which was fine until I went completely insane started reading Twilight. Because now when I scowl and shout, “Peter Edward Olsen!”, he just laughs at me and says that I only call him that because I really want to call him Edward. Which is incredibly dangerous territory for him to tread, as I am already annoyed and he is in danger of getting a first hand account of the film FacePunch.
His argument is specious, as I have been irritated with him for years now, and only recently became dangerously unbalanced enamoured of those vampire stories.
A dear, sweet friend is moving away. She wants to hang out with us more, but doesn’t want to seem needy or anything. I will paraphrase the conversation. Actual quotes will be in italics.
Katy: Of course we want to hang out with you! You are wonderful and full of loveliness.
Eleanor: Really? I don’t want to bug you guys.
Katy: Seriously! Have you ever been around Traci near her birthday? She’s so obnoxious you just want to spit at her.
(nods all around)
Katy: She doesn’t shut up about it! So if you want to hang out, just tell us!
So glad I could be a Worst Case Scenario example. Honestly, I am just being considerate- I know you all would feel awful if you somehow forgot my birthday and were not able to shower me with love, adoration, and large expensive gifts. I am providing a service. You’re Welcome.
So I saw a girl wearing a shirt that said, “Then Buffy staked Edward, The End.”
And I don’t care about people who hate on Twilight. I don’t understand them, (you don’t like the story, I get it. Move on.) but I know they are out there.
HOWEVER!
Buffy would not stake Edward. In fact, knowing Buffy and her proclivities, she would most likely try to fuck Edward, or at least hold an angsty torch for him…in the hand she is not holding an angsty torch for Angel while balancing a guilty candle or something like that for Spike. It was all I could do to not run up to the girl and shake her: “If she didn’t stake Spike she is sure as hell not staking Edward. Get Your Canon Straight, Woman!”
Lots of it! First, I am now co-hosting the Liberal Oasis Podcast, now that we are in temporary exile on our way to the Promised Land. It’s all very bunker-y and punk rock right now, which is Awesome, but soon we will be a well-oiled machine of Fantastic!
Listen to our first podcast, with making fun of Parliament, and climate bill talk, and Local Hero Bill Dwight.
Speaking of Bill Dwight, oh all sorts-a-stuff is happening there. Let me explain. No. There is too much, let me sum up:
Isn’t Jaz cute? She seriously is. She will make such a nice benevolent overlord. As will the Bills. As will I, and some others. There will be group overlording, in the New World Media Domination. Don’t worry; we’ll be gentle.
